The Underworld

Blake stared at the dark sky with clouds gathering, hovering like an abysmal disk over his head, telling the tale of an imminent rainfall, his icy blue eyes moved, scanning the expanse showcasing the emptiness of the forest leading into Blackshire forest.

Blake was sitted atop a rock.

He was at the very climax of the mountain.

His movement had been a really harsh one plus, his wounds were no longer healing.

The pain was spreading around his body, making him grimace in endless pain.

He had recieved grievous injuries from the blade he had stolen from the dead Heirlock!

Who would have imagined that a human like him was able to kill a beast.

The Heirlocks has been in absolute power for so many centuries and their existence had been a total threat to the lesser creatures of the world.

Many many decades ago, these Heirlocks had cropped out of existence without even been created.

These Heirlocks were herald to be the demonic Corpse eater which had the irony of being immensely powerful by making themselves inherit the human looks.

The Heirlocks were ugly looking creatures, their feature and structure both revolting and grotesque.

And all it took was just the kill of a human lone figure, transfering it's pure trait to them, and then adding their garguantic nature to accentuate their size.

Indeed, the taste of their first blood made it possible for them to ravage, search and urge for a taste of blood.

Killing and drinking as if they were vampires.

The veins in their body empowers the muscles of their feet and hand because instead of blood flowing through those veins, it was a pytelaphyl fluid called the Corruption.

The fluid, when exposed to air becomes so bad that the smell alone is able to chase everyone out of the particular town because it's stench alone, lingers for long.

Now these Heirlocks thinks that they are superior.

Blake stared at the dark clouds which hovered together grumbling indicating that the rain to come would be so harsh.

He immediately picked himself off the large rock where he sat and he started descending.

Blake had lived a really sad life from childhood to know that even the bruises he got now was nothing compared to being hated by the community back in Liberia.

The community hated this family of three that sometimes they beg just to buy stuffs from the main market, how ridiculous. Blake remembered this one time where he and his mother were tagged as witches.

"Pfft. If I was one, wouldn't my life have been much better?"

These community didn't spare a chance to criticise them untill one day, both his parents fell ill when he was only ten of years.

Blake ran around, begging to earn money from the outskirts of Town R and then returning with drugs for Lina and Dave his parents.

Only to return to find them dead and turning blue, someone had killed them by poisoning. Painful memories!

Blake gritted his teeth as he held his bleeding shoulders to prevent blood from flowing out too much.

18 years old of his life now had been a fleeting of pain after pain, nothing more than four years of endless torture from Jotham, training him.

And now the heirlocks wanted to end the community of Blackshirers.

Blackshire forest is only a few forest away and Blake felt a soft drissle trickle down his face.

The rain was starting!

The next minute, the rain became heavy and the grounds became muddy.

Sounds of pitter patter of the harsh rain kept resonating the whole bushes. Blake stared at the thick armor he was putting on, and as the rain fell more heavily, the armor was becoming transparent it's armory enchantment activating.

The weapons and armors Jotham wielded him with had their own special enchantment. Jotham is the genius that manufactured these weapons and artifacts giving them incredible enchantments.

These strange enchantments are the strange orbitals the witches created that had to possess any weapon.

It had magical characteristics and these potions mixed together by these witches were able to make the enchantments more durable.

The armor in which Blake was putting on was to make its wielder become invisible and that, during heavy rainfall.

The rain was like a camofladge for the armor.

The armor was an Obsidian Mallad.

In less than no time, Blake was totally cladded with a blurry wattery coat from head to toe showing that he was in his camofladge state.

The grasses rustled under his feet and so was the rain, groaning and roaring heavily with gust of wind blowing like a wrecking ball.

Blake was in Blackshire forest.

Passing the bushes, Blake suddenly froze as he saw Tera and Evie being tied up hands and legs, placed in an old battered wagon and being pulled by a Heirlock.

"He caught them?" Blake was shocked.

Even in the heavy rain, the girls were tied up and left to soak.

Were they not witches?

Questions ran past his mind and he just couldn't belive it. Maybe he had done something to them, or probably over exerted them to the point of weakness that even their powers wouldn't be enough to help them escape, plus their hands and legs were tied.

'Well, since it is just a Heirlock...'

Blake thinks he would be able to handle it besides, they don't seem to be smart themselves.

The Obsidian Mallad did not promise him sure invisibility because they might still be able to see him if carefully noticed, the only thing one had to take note of was that right now, Blake was one with the rain so it would be extremely difficult to tell.

Blake walked slowly, the sound of leaves rustling alerted the Heirlock and then, the hefty Heirlock looked back.

"Hmm, have a good sense of hearing, even in the heavy rain. Not bad!" Blake commented whilst twisting his lips into thin lines.

He continued moving untill he was able to reach the old battered wagon.

On getting to it, he reached out for the tyres and unhooked it making the both tyres to roll away.

The Heirlock had noticed the unruly balance of the wagon, realizing that it's tyres we're off, it went for it.

Blake used that time to untie the girls.

"One of the witches had noticed the blurry and wattery figure and they immediately recognized what it was.

Immediately, they started running away fast, instantly getting the attention of the heirlock.

The heirlock was now able to see the third party running alongside the both girls and the creature brooded its head in anger, it picked his battered wagon with his superhuman strength and then aiming at the runaway people, he threw the heavy wagon which weighed a ton, that they started wondering what would happen if that wagon hits them.

Plus, considering the speed the heirlock had used in throwing it at them, not one of them would be able to survive one hit from it.

Blake had seen that coming and then asked Tera to duck because the wagon was aimed at her.

This creature was really thinking low, he thinks that, if one of the cohorts goes down then the rest would stop... what a low ranking of intelligence.

They kept running for a while practically getting exhausted as they notice the trees pass them by in full speed.

And then, the clapping of the Heirlock's feet indicated that it was still chasing them, closing the distance between them by the second. With each approach, the clapping sound of the Heirlock's feet became much louder because the clapping of feet on the mud became louder causing them indescribable chill at the realization.

Whilst running, Tera opened her palm and started murmuring something under her breath... although she was being exhausted right now.

Weak glow of silvery lights enveloped them which of course wouldn't be able to drive the spell she had wanted due of lack of energy.

Immediately, Evie lended her a hand and the silvery simmer grew brighter because of the combined energy and in a blink of an eye, the three of them materialized right within a certain cave who's entrance was sealed.

Both ladies rested their back behind the wall as they tried to catch their breath.

Meanwhile, the Obsidian Mallad's invisibility enchantment was wearing off because of the lack of water on the armor and after sometime, a human figure came to view.

When Blake came to them, that's when it's hit both witches. They were shocked.

They knew that an invisible creature had rescued them from the Heirlock but they never expected it to be Blake, so they were shocked.

"Blake, is that you?"

Tera asked her face still not able to contain the shock she was experiencing now. But Blake didn't answer, instead he looked around and asked;

"Where am I?"

"This is an Underworld Groove!" Evie was the one to answer him and and of course, the meaning behind that word sent chill down Blake's spine without him realizing.

Blake chuckled bitterly at the thought of this place being an underworld.

An underworld?...

isn't it a world meant for demons or creatures which aren't allowed to roam earth freely? What were they doing in one?

"Underworld indeed!" He scoffed and Evie stared at him blankly without any expression on her face.

"Blake, I thought you were being killed by another Heirlock?"

Tera stated and Blake faced the dark walls of the carvarn and replied calmly,

"well actually I was stabbed on the shoulder but that doesn't mean I would die!!"

Evie stared at him for long and asked,

"don't tell me that he spared you or did you kill him?"

Blake resisted the urge to brag.

"Of course I did, or did you want me to spare the heirlocks?" Blake's eyes looked bitter at his own response.