Traitors Symphony
A random warehouse in the middle of the woods.
Mr. Chain and his Five Royal Guards approached cautiously.
Dink!
One of the Royal Guards cut open the chains keeping the warehouse locked up.
"Boss, this is the place."
Mr. Chain stepped out in front of his group. He slowly pushed open the two front doors revealing a dark interior. There were ten individuals chained up to the walls. Each one was bloodied and beaten.
"Wait outside, I'll deal with these traitors on my own," he said, as his guards stepped away from the scene, closing the doors behind him.
Mr. Chain was now alone in a dark damp room, with ten other chained-up traitors.
He held out his right hand.
Burn Spell: [Ignite]
Fwoosh!
His hand lit up in flames. A soft orange glow lighting up the area, revealing the faces and scars of the chained-up traitors.
One of them looked up, "you... Your..."
One by one the traitors started waking up. Each one beaten to a pulp, coughing up blood.
They looked up at the flame-wielding man in front of them.
"It's him..."
"It's the boss..."
"Shit!"
"Which one of you is the ring leader?" asked Mr. Chain, his burning hand pointed out.
He walked from one end of the warehouse to the other. He walked past each scared face, each face filled with fear. He stopped at a naked blonde-haired buff guy.
"You gonna speak up? Or am I gonna have to make you?" intimidated Mr. Chain.
The buff man shook in fear, "please don't kill me! I'm sorry! The leader is him!"
He nudged his head toward a skinny guy in the corner.
Mr. Chain pointed toward him, a skinny bloodied-up, red-haired man.
"So you're the ring leader?"
"Yes, I am..."
Mr. Chain walked up and knelt down in front of him. He held out his orange flame, pushing it closer and closer to the skinny man's face. His features getting more and more defined in the dim-lit light.
"So your the one after the Necronomicon? The eternal flame?"
The skinny man looked up, his sunken eyes filled with opposition and determination, "no! No-no-no! The Necronomicon... I'm not after the Burn Witches... I'm only after Immortality."
"So you wanna become a Tue Immortality?" asked Mr. Chain stepping away with his flaming fist.
The skinny man lunged forward, the chains keeping him back as he screamed out, "no! You miss understand me. True Immortality is a lie! They all die eventually. There is a man... The leader... Satan's blood."
"Satans blood?"
The skinny man's skin began to rip at the wrists as he pulled against the chains. His anger screaming out. His hidden thoughts spilling to the floor below.
"There is only one True Immortal. Only one!"
"Only one?"
"Yes! The only one to be blessed by Satan. The only Immortal to truly never die. To never age. To never long. The Infinite Immortal, Demophon!"
"Demophon... Demophon? Where have I heard that name before?" Mr. Chain pondered as he walked in circles, the eyeing stares of the prisoners, their rattling chains, and screaming skin.
The more he thought about it, the more it annoyed him.
He held out his burning hand and snapped.
Burn Spell: [Mass Ignite]
Snap!
All ten of the traitors went up in flames.
"Ahhhhahhhhh!"
"Put it out!"
"Help help!"
"Ahhhhhahhhhh!"
"GHAHHAHA!
"The pain!"
"My skin!"
All the traitors went up in flames, except for the skinny red-haired man in front of Mr. Chain.
"You let me live?" he asked in fear.
Mr. Chain squatted down again, his arms wrapped over his knees, he leaned in closer.
"Tell me more about this Demophon."
---
Detroit, midnight.
A black-haired bandaged woman in a patient gown and a blonde-haired woman in a cult-like robe appeared at the doorstep of a bookshop.
Knock-knock!
"Marcus let us in!" screamed Luna as she held up the half-unconscious Aria with her left arm and knocked with her right.
Marcus slowly walked up to the front door of his bookshop. The sign said closed. The windows were covered in sheets. The whole place looked abandoned, no lights were on, no books were in the window frame.
Marcus opened up the front door to see Luna's desperate face, and Aria's half-naked body covered in the thin light green hospital gown.
"What happened to you two?" he asked concerned.
"I... Uh... Uh... I need to explain but so much happened..."
She couldn't think of the right words to describe her situation. But Marcus didn't need words. He knew what happened. And he knew what to do.
"Just come in, and take it slow."
They entered the safe abode of Marcus's Bookshop.
"Did anyone follow you two?"
Luna looked up, sweat betting down her face, "no, I don't think so."
---
Meanwhile high above Detroit, Bryan and Marcus sat in a military-grade helicopter, watching over the empty dark damp city.
"So Killa you sure they're here?" asked Bryan, as he scanned the horizon with binoculars.
"Bruh, our trackers are the best in the world. We know every single person in and out of the organization. If they run, we will find them... Well... We'll find them eventually..." He chuckled under his breath while pulling up a small communicator. "For now let's enjoy the show, Boss Man."
"I'm not your boss Killa... First, we'll have to find Luna and Aria, then who knows what might happen."
"Yeah yeah. Tryin' be humble. I get you, I get you. But still. We gotta be professional, man. They picked you because you were the best out of two hundred witches, from five different families. Whatever you do will be important. You are Immortal for christ's sake."
They watched as a truck screeched through the city. Turning corners. One road after the other. The street lights flashing past. They watched as it stopped in front of a small bookstore.
"Who's that?" asked Bryan watching with his binoculars pulled up close.
"Ah, it seems they got them."
"Are those the trackers?"
Killa Kill grabbed his own pair of binoculars, "down there are three Immortal Soldiers."
"Are they good enough to take out Aria?" asked Bryan back.
"No. I'd say they got six to seven lives left in them. But that's good enough for now."
Killa Kill pulled the communicator up to his mouth.
Beep...
"Ok Kiddos go easy on them. Our Boss, Mr. Bryan up here wants the Gravity Witch for himself."
Click...