The Eleven Immortals of Olympus
"Luna...?"
Aria stuck out her hand as Olezka quickly grabbed her, pulling her away from the bloody gory violence.
He looked at her straight in the eyes, "don't... She's... She's too strong Aria."
"But Luna... She's..."
"She's already dead, we can't save her."
He pulled her away from Damon and the mysterious blonde woman as Mr. Chain cautiously backed away with his arms held up in defense.
Damon stood staring at this woman, her white mask looking at him. Her blond hair sticking out of the back. He looked at the dead Luna. Her blood and body split into a million pieces, guts and blood everywhere. All across the helipad and concrete roof.
The masked woman looked at Damon's scared and shocked face, she then turned around in a sudden twist, without taking off her mask or showing him her identity.
"It was good to see you, Damon, but it seems you are not ready for me."
Damon looked at her with confusion, "who are you?!"
"My name is Demophon."
She walked past Mr. Chain and up to the edge of the building. She looked down at the dead corpses of cops and Royal Guards, she looked at the Purple Man as he slowly exited the building.
She then looked up at the building on the other side of the street. At its long piped columns and infrastructure.
She held out her hand.
Ancient Spell: [Teleport]
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Eleven hooded strangers appeared on the building across the street. They each held swords. Weapons of shinning colors. Guns, and bows, daggers, and hatchets. They each looked out at the other building, at the woman in the business suit who called herself Demophon. Each one wore the same white masks. With the same white robes.
Demophon turned back around to Aria, Damon, Olezka, and Mr. Chain.
She proclaimed, "the Immortal Horses are dead. The True Immortals are scattered. Now all that remains is you, the Immortal Necronomicon, and us." She pointed at the eleven hooded men and woman with weapons, "The Eleven Immortals of Olympus."
"The Immortals of Olympus?" questioned Aria.
Demophon looked right at Damon, "so start running Damon. The world will be watching you. I will be watching you. I want to see what you will become. How you will grow from this tragedy." She turned to the distant morning sky, "you are holding the most powerful item in the entire world. So take care of it, well. The enemy might be right next to you."
Ancient Spell: [Teleport]
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She and the eleven other hooded figures in white disappeared.
Damon looked at Luna's splatter of blood and guts. He remembered her death, how fast it happened, in a matter of seconds. In a snap. He looked at it.
Aria looked at it. She felt angry. She felt so angry.
Olezka also felt angry, but for different reasons.
Mr. Chain felt nothing, but for confusion and questions.
Damon fell to his knees. His face trying to cry, but all he could think about were the constant hundred of years, of regret and pain.
So when he looked at the splatter, he felt...
He felt something different...
Something strange...
Something he couldn't understand. Something he couldn't feel. Something he hated, something he didn't know about.
He felt a feeling deep down. Something he had felt before. But something he had tried to forget, something he had tried to lose.
To forget. To forget. To forget.
But it was a reoccurring dream.
A dream of his sister.
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Five days later.
Deep under New York City, in the Witch Hunters empty underground bunker.
Aria sat alone in a deep dark room. Across from her sat a metal briefcase and in her hand was a phone. She picked it up.
"Olezka... What do you want?"
"Aria I have the plan down to destroy the Immortal Necronomicon. It's a bit of a stretch but I think it might work. Damon told me a few days back that there should be powerful weapons created by a powerful Witch stored in his secret warehouse. And he told me where this warehouse is."
"And you want me to take Damon, he's a bit..."
"I know... We can't use him yet. He's too vulnerable," said Olezka as he spoke softly through the phone.
"Then you want me to go alone?" asked Aria back sitting with her legs crossed on the table.
"Yes and no. Right now we can't have you going with Mr. Chain since he and his Burn Witches are getting rid of all the excess Immortals in New York. And at the same time, my men are out on the hunt for the Purple Man and the other Six True Immortals."
"What about Bryan?" she asked looking down at a picture taken by Mr. Chain of all the True Immortals in one room.
"Bryan... We have a video recording of him escaping with another associate. We don't know where he is, but that doesn't seem to be the right move. He's on the wrong-"
"Yeah, I know."
Olezka suddenly spoke through the phone with more seriousness, "honestly Aria, I don't care if Damon won't leave his room or not. Right now he's a loser who won't fight for the cause. He might be powerful but he's weak at the moment. So I think our best move is for you to go alone, to see if there is a weapon strong enough to destroy the Immortal Necronomicon."
"And you want me to take the Immortal Necronomicon with me?" she asked looking down at the silver briefcase.
"Having both the weapon to kill it and the Necronomicon at two different places at once will make it harder for them to eventually come back together. So I think you should do the honors and finish it."