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Hawkins then had reacted without a warning and charged at Tonto. The halberd swung out in an arc at Tonto and with his instinct had used the tomahawk to block the halberd. He then used the tomahawk to push the attacker back. He followed through when he grabbed the halberd staff and pulled forward. Hawkins had not expected that move but his battle experiences saved him. He let loose of the halberd end and swung his right fist with the knuckle extended at Tonto. The punch was aimed at Tonto’s left eye and with the knuckle extended, the bones there impacted on the exposed eyes. Tonto stepped back and let loose of the halberd then. Hawkins in his action grabbed the staff back and then a push with it towards Tonto. The sharp end of the halberd missed Tonto but the blunt staff hit the later. Despite his evolved self, Tonto felt the blow on his right forehand. Before Tonto could not react to his pain, he saw Hawkins was onto him with the halberd. He did not retreat then and tossed the tomahawk at Hawkins. The tomahawk landed on Hawkins’ face and took the nose off. 

“Aargh..” Hawkins dropped the halberd and held onto his nose. The tomahawk had cut into the bridge of the nose and part of his left cheek. Tonto rushed in and buried both his hands with the talons into Hawkins neck. He plunged in and then pulled at the soft tissues there leaving a deep gash and blood spurting out. His fingers came onto the spinal bones and he pulled hard on it. The force of his pull with the talons forced the spinal bones to break and severed the line connection to the brain.

“Hawkins!” Vlad saw his half-brother fall on the knees. He turned to Samael.

“Save him, demon.” Vlad called out but Samael was not moving. Instead the later was staring at Aamon who had recovered and approached the circle.

“Lucifer, please forgive the mortal.” Samael then spoke to Lucifer. “Aamon have returned to your side.”

“Do not mention that traitor’s name. He is not one of us anymore.” Lucifer looked to Aamon and then at Samael. “I want him devoured.”

“Devoured? Like in the…” Samael was surprised by the request. Lucifer nodded. The Angels have a ritual where the defeated enemy is given a chance to regain freedom. They will be given the opportunity to fight fairly with their captor in a personal combat. The weapon was the choice of the captor and most times it was the preferred bare hands. The defeated will be devoured as in dis-bowel in the final kill.

“I do not…” Samael voiced his objection but was shut up by Lucifer.

“Earn your rank, Samael or be gone.” Lucifer looked to the screen. “I have not much time.”

Lucifer proceeded to the center of the circles and then looked up to the top. The crystal shards on the ceiling then lowered downwards. It reached the level at Lucifer’ eyes and then it begin to light up in myriad of shades. Lucifer placed his hands over the shards and watched the shades changed in depth of their colors. He then reached into the shards and withdrew the item in the middle. It was a sword with the ‘T’ hilt and the long blade.

“Samael, have you done it?” Lucifer asked.

Samael did not reply but Aamon had attacked then. The later rushed at Samael and they went down fighting. Aamon pulled his left hand free to lay a punch into Samael’s face. He then pushed himself up from Samael’s body.

‘Fight me, Marquis.” Aamon had his right fist raised up but the punch did not come. Aamon was thrown back by the vicious slash across his chest. He sat up and looked at what was left of Samael.

It was their true self.

Samael had evolved into the scaled creatures with the talons on the fingers and the long huge tapering tail that reached to the rear. His facial expression was similar to Lucifer but his horns were just stubs on the forehead. He had slashed out with the talons onto the other. Aamon stood up and then looked at his wound on the chest. It was not deep. It was then Samael pressed on with the attack. He rushed at Aamon with his hands extended out.

Samael grabbed the other in his vise grip at the neck and pushed Aamon back. The later snaked his hands in between the grip and punched outwards with the clenched fingers. Samael’ grip was broken by the punches and without hesitation, Aamon jabbed his clenched fingers at the other’s throat. The blow caused the other to gasp for breaths but Aamon had formed a double fist with his fingers and punched the other in same area. The punch threw Samael backwards but Aamon was stopping there. He had his hands opened up and grabbed the other by the horns to pull it down. He slammed Samael face onto his raised right knee. He pulled the face up and slammed down once more. Samael was dazed by the attack but Aamon was letting go then. He pulled the face backwards and kicked his knee into the bruised throat. Samael had responded to the attack weakly with his hands to push the other off but Aamon had the advantage. He pushed Samael back with his hands but retained his hold on the horns. He pushed the face to the side and then pulled Samael downwards. The move caused Samael to fall and landed on his side. It was an intended move for Aamon had then used his right leg to step onto the other’s side of the neck. The neck bone cracked on the step.

“Well done, Aamon. You earned your reputation as the Lord.” Lucifer replied. “You may join me now.”

“Lucifer, I am no servant of yours. I stood guard over the portal for generations for it was my task. I was to stop reviving.” 

Aamon stood there with his chest wounds bleeding. “I will stand here for Michael to bring you back to your limbo state.”

“Of which the task I am sure you will not be doing anymore.” Lucifer replied and then leveled the sword in his hands at Aamon. “The Sword held here will end our task.”

With a flick of the hands, Aamon was drawn to the sword as if he had flown there by himself. He was impaled on the sword at the chest level and the sword end appeared on the other end. There were no bloods spurting from the wound but Aamon was seen to be in state of pain and then his body began to break down in stages from his head to his toes. He the broken down parts when dislodged dissolved into ashes.

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“Who are those there then?” Lucifer looked to the others in the other circles. He then focused on Lance and Tonto. “I did not expect mortals. I preferred mine my own fallen brothers than them.”

“I am not a mortal, Master. I am Vlad the Impaler.” Vlad then stepped up to the edge of the circle where Samael stood guard over. He tapped the tip of the scimitar at the designs where the gear knobs were churning.

“What machinations have we here? I have seen my share of inventions in my extended lifetime. As a noble, I am privileged to induce in some.” Vlad looked to Samael.

“Are you going to share with me?” Vlad turned to Samael. “I am a demon by choice. I killed them in the nastier ways to elevate my reputation.”

“I am Samael, once the Chief Angel of the Seventh Heaven. I am above Kings and nobles. How dare you equate to me?” Samael was upset that Vlad was trying to impress Lucifer.

“Calm down, Fallen Angel.” Vlad left out a chuckle then. “I did rescue you from the prison that held you there for generations. And for that I get this insolent behavior from you?”

“A feeble event that I have repaid you with your selected few who held extraordinary skills.” Samael reminded the other. 

“Your battles were flawed not by my workings but yourself. Now you want to raise the new army from here?”

 “I was to bring victory with my army of mercenaries then but the works of the one named the Lone Ranger had stifled that victory with his infernal great flood. I was to march with that army once defeated the army sent by Washington. We will applaud the Grand Master upon his entry but now I am forced to seek his audience for the new army from his realm.” 

Vlad sighed. “I will not be turned to defeat once more and banished like yourself.”

“Vlad, you don‘t know Lucifer like I do. I have fought with him for generations.” Samael looked to the figure that had survived for so long. “He is a great leader and commands millions but is also but ruthless in his wrath.”

“Vicious like mine? I am named the Impaller for the way I displayed my enemies head. Do you know how many I have killed….” Vlad was interrupted then.

“Lucifer wrath once killed millions. He wiped out a breed that will never be seen again.” Samael replied. “Your killings are miniscule to his in numbers. I prayed that you withheld your intention.”

“I will not be denied my victory.” Vlad looked at Lucifer. “I am Vlad the Impaler. I am also your servant.”

“Servant? Who are you to serve on me?” Lucifer looked to Vlad. “Are you one of those who believed me as the Devil? And I fell from the place named Heaven.”

Vlad looked to Lucifer. It dawn him then that there may be more to this Lucifer. He felt beaten then. The Devil he thought he was may not be true after all.

Then the sound of more alarms went off. Lucifer raised his hands and a virtual screen appeared in front. The screen was towards him.

“You brought the First Fleet to me.” Lucifer looked to Samael. “I was supposed to be in the hiding. See your silly action excited the one and only Michael. He will come looking for his treasure.”

Lucifer shifted the screen towards the others. He also enlarged the screen to show them the details.

“Are those ships?” Vlad voiced out. “They are huge. Where is the sea?”

The screen showed the First Fleet. There were over three dozen ships in space flight with numerous smaller ships forming a shield around them. 

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“Guns? Where is the age of chivalry? Don’t you think it’s unfair?” Vlad motioned to the guns. “I am holding a scimitar.”

Lance holstered back the guns and then held out his hands in front.

“Bring forth the blade of Lion of Richard.” The request was made and the new streak of shades that snaked out like the scimitar from the scabbard. Lance held his hands together and the blade of Lion of Richard formed into a sword on his hands. Both of them circled each other in the circle but none made any attack then.

“You could use back your guns if we are going to do this the whole day.” Vlad told Lance then and when the later was distracted, Vlad charged forth with his scimitar swinging. Lance deflected the attack but he had to retreat and ended up close to the edge. His left foot was to step onto Samael’ circle when the other held him back.

“Do not step out.” Samael whispered to him.

“Samael, did you not tell them?” Vlad asked the demon.

“He won’t say. Demons don’t tell. They only tell when they need to.” It was Aamon who had stepped into the circle which Samael stepped on. “Let me show you.”

Aamon then raised his hands as if in a prayer.

It was then all of them felt the vibrations that shook the chamber. The rows of lighted torches snuffed out their flames and from the wick of the torch, streaks of lighting appeared. The lighting streaked out in random designs until they connect and formed a ring of lightings around the chamber. The walls of the chamber then began to shimmer and then it began to vibrate as if a quake was in place. The rocks that were on the walls began to fall off and revealed a glass finishing that resonated with the lightning streaks. The streaks then was translucent soon took on the different shades and gave the walls alike to the rainbow shades. Everything else then was disappearing except the three circles and the mural overhead.

“Oh,God! He has called us in.” Samael muttered out when he saw the new exterior which had replaced the chamber. Outside of the multi shaded walls, there were more streaks of lights that appeared to be passing by as if the chamber which was moving at high speed. 

“Who?” Vlad asked back in a loud request. “Is he taking us to Hades?”

“No, he is taking us to the real Devil himself.”

Samael then felt the vibrations were subsiding and the multi shades slowly dissipated to duller shades and then it became translucent. Lance who was still standing there lowered the dark scimitar to his right side saw beyond the translucent walls was the void. They were in a large rounded sphere contraption with them occupying the upper half of the sphere. Below his feet at the design, Lance saw the reaching hands were replaced with gear knobs and cables. The three designs they were standing on was a three set of linked gears. He looked upwards and saw the mural was in fact a set of crystal shards and they were of different shapes on a hyperbolic contraption hanging there. 

A whining sound was heard and on the center of the interlocking designs a metallic staff appeared. It pushed up from the flooring towards the hyperbolic contraption. Once it reached the contraption, the staff then vibrated and a voice was heard. It was a loud voice and came from outside the sphere. Lance looked out and saw the gigantic figure facing them from outside the sphere. The figure was dressed in a red shaded suit and a darker red sash around the waist. The figure was tall and in comparison to Man, it was double its height. It held a two prong trident in its right hand with the length above the tall figure. The facial expression of the tall figure was that was not of a Man with the scales covered forehead and cheeks to the neck except his nose was two small slit on the protruding snort and the eyes were two blob below the forehead with the iris in the eyes a vertical oblong design with green shades. On the forehead were the two curved long horns that reached to the back of its head.

“Who summoned me?”

“I did, Lucifer.” Aamon stepped up holding the small box in his arm. “The console here activated the portal. I have returned.

“And who are you?” Lucifer asked.

“Lucifer, don’t you recognize your own? I was known to you as Aamon.”

Aamon was then thrown to the edge of the circle by the energy force from the trident.

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Lance stood at the assigned circle while Tonto was in the other circle and Samael took the middle circle. He looked down at the ripples of hands reaching for the surface. They were like the arms of the desperate. He looked to the lost spirits that were there before and assisted him. None was available then but Lance looked around. He studied the chamber and the designs. His search went from the flooring and then upwards. His view of the high ceiling surprised him.

It was a mural of the final battle of the Angels War where Michael had his sword at the Dragon’s chest.  The sword was a broadsword with the ‘T’ wide hilt but the blade on the sword was engulfed with the burning flame. The flame streaked from the blade and formed a hold over the dragon’s chest.

“Is that the sword?” Lance asked. “Michael’s sword?”

Samael glanced up and then shook his head.

“Looks like it but it can’t be.” Samael replied and then Lance retorted back.

“I was referring to the mural. Is that sword real?”

“Oh, no.  No…” Samael replied hastily. “That mural is not right. Michael had not placed his sword on the dragon….”

“Kemo-Sabe, the sword is real.” Tonto added in. He was to move towards Lance when Samael stopped him.

“Do not move.” Samael cautioned the other. “Do not move from the circle.”

Tonto stopped in his track and then moved back to his previous position. Samael then looked at the sword.

“There were many famous swords in the hands of the mortal. Joyeuse was the name of the sword once owned by Charlemagne. Excalibur was with King Arthur after the sword was gifted to him by the Lady in the Lake. Gram the sword wielded by Odin to slay Fafnir the Dragon.” Samael sighed. “Mortal tales told of the sword. What about Tizona; once wield by Ed Cid or Durendal once wielded by Roland, one of the paladins that rode with Charlemagne.”

“All those swords have a name but not this one.” Samael pointed to the sword in the mural. “That sword held no name of its own but of its master. It was named Michael’s sword. And never any name was it given. It recognizes no other except its true master.”

Samael facial expression turned grim and then he looked away.

“The sword is cursed.” They were interrupted by the arrival of Vlad with Hawkins.

“The heroic Long Ranger and his friends are here.” Vlad greeted the trio while he swung the curved scimitar held in his right hand. Hawkins stood to the right side holding the halberd with both his hands.

“May I suggest that we end this nicely? We have just killed each other friends and followers. So please step aside so we can avoid more killings.” Vlad laughed out loud and he saw Lance. The later flexed his muscles and then drew out his guns.

“Hold on. We can be civilized. I won’t fight you with uneven odds.” Vlad continued on. “Hawkins, take care of the other.”

On the other circle, Tonto had also called up his own weapon. His face stretched out and his face bones expanded to form a snort. His limbs felt like it was pulled out and the fingers extended. His spine curved out and his chest expanded. He then left off a growl and then a long howl. In the place of Tonto, a monster had taken his identity. Hawkins approached Tonto with his halberd leveled as if he was trying to coral a beast into a pen. He feigned thrust on the right and then the left while Tonto stood there watching the approaching prey. Hawkins stepped into the circle and for a second glanced at the urging hands below the design. He had seen them before and avoided those hands.

Tonto rushed out towards Hawkins when he saw the opening but was turned back by the swinging halbred. Tonto slinked backwards while Hawkins closed in on him. Tonto did a sudden change and charged again at the guards. His upper limbs with the talons on the fingers slashed into Hawkins’ left hand but Tonto was slashed by the counter blow on the back. The cut was not deep for the werewolf’s hide was tough but the pain coursed through the skin into the mind. Tonto howled in pain and retreated from Hawkins. Tonto looked to his wound. The cut was not deep but the wound will take time to heal. The furs there were matted with the flowing blood.

“I used to hunt the werewolves in the woods.” Hawkins smiled. “After I wounded them, I will remove their heads as trophy.”

Tonto then leaned down to pick up the discarded tomahawk.

“The wolf had taken to the weapon of Man’s.” Hawkins smiled. “You are not truly one of them.”

It was then from the dark corners, a fleeting of shadows was seen and leaped at Hawkins.

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Aamon on his knees could not raise his head then for it was held down by the victor then. He felt the pull on his head and his view was that of the trails of bloods that was on the battlefield. The field was scattered with the bodies of figures with wings on their back. There were distinguished differences between the dead for some of them had wings of feather while others held the wings of the flesh discarded of their feathers. In between the bodies, were the discarded weapons that were the broadswords and the long handled spears. There were also the few mallets and three prone tridents. That was not the scene that made Aamon sighed but the sight of those who were brothers to him once before. They had left the Heavenly dimension to this lower one in the Hierarchy of the Dimensions. It started off with the words of one other named Lucifer.

“Brothers, why are we here?” Lucifer asked then in the Garden which once Adam and Eve once stayed there. “We are also the Ben Eloha (the sons of God). The selected few had descended and served to guide the new breeds of Adam and Eve.”

“Mount Harmon is not allowed to us.” Aamon had voiced out his grievance. “Hear me out, Ben Eloha. We are not exclusive anymore.”

Aamon had instigated the others who were there. Among the Ben Eloha, there were divisions among them. It was not of God doing but the influence of Man had eroded the level of trust and responsibilities among them. It was from there, the divisive grew to a level of rebellion and then the group decided to descend against the orders of God. They let their dimension and became what was to known as Fallen Angels among Man.

“We have been banished but here we will be the rightful shepherds of Man.” Lucifer declared. They defiled God’s true intention and brought with them many skills that once were the realm of the Angels. The Fallen Angels bred with the women folks of the dimension and gave birth to a new generation of human form which was the Nephilim. The Fallen Angels taught their followers a variety of skills and beliefs including the inherited metaphorical ‘witch blood’ that exist among the witches. That defiance did not evade the wrath of God, and the Angels soon came to declare war on their fallen brothers. The war was bitter and Lucifer was losing.

“Aamon, we are losing.” Lucifer had come to the side of the fallen brother. The duo stood there holding the bloodied blades in their right hand. “Whatever is the outcome, you must survive.”

It was then Lucifer dropped the blade and stepped up to approach the wing faction. He was not of any like them for he was once the Bringer of Light. He was also the creator of the Nephilim breed. When he was in his approach then, Lucifer spread his wings out. They were twice his height in the spread and when spread its tip was above twice the height. With each step Lucifer took, the wings extended another foot until it was twice its original length, and the figure stood high at the height of ten feet then. The talons on its fingers extended out and curved in like the eagles.

“It’s the Dragon.” The called went out among the other side of the faction.

The evolved form of Lucifer was then rightfully of the Wyvern which were then the predecessor of the fabled dragon. The evolved Lucifer then called on the gift of fire onto his hands. The flame flared in his hands and then streak out that like a blade twice the length of his arms. He charged into the once brothers in name with him. His blade of fire slashed into them. The ones slashed by Lucifer burst into flames and their kindred souls dissipated into a flash before it disappeared. He had removed a dozen of the Angels when he faced the one he had respect for.

“Michael.” Lucifer muttered the name. The other was holding the fabled sword known to the Angels. It was named with many names but it was the Michael’s sword to the Angels. He wielded it at the major events. He used it when there was a need for it. There were battles before on the demons that went waylaid or created chaos. Michael was the victor in those battles. Aamon was with him on those battles. He was a Lieutenant then with Michael.

A service Aamon was to regret.

Lucifer was beaten then by Michael. The dragon he was assumed had been cornered and called for help. Aamon had rushed ahead and deflected the sword by the Archangel. He was armed with the long handled mallet and that saved Lucifer.

“Aamon, I was wondering when you will turn up.” Michael glared at Aamon then. “You are on the wrong side.”

A choice he regretted then.

Aamon had surrendered and was arranged a reprieve.

“Aamon, your stay of execution may be served if you agreed with my plans.” Michael glared at the prostrated figure. “If you agreed to the task mentioned, you will be spared.”

That agreement was the longest mistake he ever made. He took his task to heart and guarded the Gateway of Hades. He served with a few other mortals that were part of the sworn group then. They were the Chosen Ones. There were several Chapters spread to several continent. The Chapter on the land was administrated by Bernard and then he was called to serve his service as the Colonel of the Army.  It was all fine until the white slab appeared.

“I do not agree to it.” Aamon in his pseudo of Father Dennis had protested. “It was under the protection of the European Charter. They have been doing that task for generations.”

“That continent was under chaos with the wars that were erupting for generations. The last Napoleon wars have depleted the resources there and they have asked for our help. We were to imprison the one there.”

Aamon was upset but he had no jurisdiction to override the decision. It was the start of the nightmare that led to then.

Daniel was one of the Chosen One and he took the task to heart until his death. He died suddenly but the will of God was not to be denied. He had awaited the return of the Colonel but the events happened so fast. He tried to stop the sale but the younger man had disappeared. He was barred from the mine and called Lance.

“It’s in God’s hand from then.” Aamon moaned on his lament. He then looked to the sky and muttered.

“Send me a sign or at best, I would appreciate Michael here.” Aamon then descended down the shaft.  He was followed by wounded hound that limped behind its master.  

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Vlad the Impaler stood by the entrance of the walled area. Vlad was holding the curved scimitar and the round shield. He came with his half-brother and Mr. Smith. Hawkins was armed with halberd while the Mr. Smith had reverted to his human figure and standing behind them were twenty Legionnaires. He turned to look at the Legionnaires. They looked more like the soldiers then with the rifles in their hands and the bandoliers across the chest. He then looked back to the wall. It was high and imposing when seen from that height.

“Should we go in?” Hawkins asked Vlad. “It’s almost time for my other allies.”

The group than proceeded past the mine entrance into the yard inside and was confronted by the figure there. It was Aamon or previously known as Mr. Smith. The figure was dressed in his human dressing with his hands tucked into the gun belt.

“Aamon stand aside. We will go in.” Vlad shouted his defiance.

“You will not. I will not have any of you approached here.” Aamon cautioned them. “Your numbers does not intimidate me.”

“I do not think so but this one might.” Vlad then motioned to the far side where the Hell Hound stepped in past the entrance. The Hound was a large one with the paws that was as big as the thigh on Vlad. It stood taller at six feet and its fangs were equally menacing to the look.

“I think your hound here would like a pat from you.” Vlad smiled at Aamon. “You have been a bad master.”

Without warning, the hound charged at Aamon. Its huge frame and speed was fast but Aamon was had his defenses. He stepped back and watched the flying figure slammed into the charging hound. It stood tall at over twelve feet and held a set of wings that swept open to thirty feet across. That was not the intimidating part; the figure has scales on its skin and it looked more like a reptile except it stood upright like a Man. One other thing was its barbed tail.

“Dragon? I thought they had ceased to exist.” Vlad exclaimed. He then saw there was not one but two of them. The other one stood on the rear.

“Wyvern.” Aamon corrected “I am a Marquis of Hades. Do you think that I hold only one pet in my household then? They were three but only two left. They were brothers but the Lone Ranger killed one. The Lone Ranger was my mistake. I placed him there but he had to venture further. He went down and killed one of them.”

“My Wyverns’? Note their tail. It does not breathe fire. Their breaths are however poisonous. Wyvern are winged, serpent like creatures and their tail is like a stinger. Its talons on the upper limbs are sharp and could rip your flesh like the burned skin of a barbeque sow.”

“Wyvern? Dragon? I knew dragons. We used to hunt them in the hills and they hide in the caves.” Vlad smiled. “To me they are all dragons.”

“This is not a dragon. This is Baathis and Maathis, my other pets from Hell. Their brother Paathis is dead.” Aamon spoke with the grim expression. “Baathis, kill the hound.”

The Hound had regained itself and charged once more. It leaped high and landed on the left wing to topple the dragon figure. The two collided and rolled with slashing moves on both. The man-dragon kicked the hound away by its legs. Its left upper limb slashed out with the talons on the finger tips blindly at the hound. It drew blood on the under belly but the hound was of more resilient hide. It bounced back to the attack with its ferocity aiming for the throat then. It missed but hit the left shoulder and tore at where the wing was attached. The Wyvern rolled backwards with a loud screech to its pain. It stood up and faced the crouching hound. It was not prepared for the next charged and tried to fly away. It left its lower torso to be slammed by the hound with its fangs into the left thigh. The Wyvern struggled and flew upwards trying to break free. The hound bit hard and left a deep gash on the left thigh that stretched to the knee. The blood that spurted out but its content was not red but greenish yellow. The Wyvern swooped back and slammed into the hound in the right side. The slam threw the hound to the far side but it was not stopping there. It landed on the fallen hound and ripped the snort on it. It went further with the talons sinking deep into the side of the head. It dug deep but the hound was not defeated then. It fought back with it legs kicking at the Wyvern. It dislodged the Wyvern and rushed off to tend to its wound.

“Your Wyvern is winning.” Vlad motioned to his men to rush towards the mine entrance. Aamon ignored the fight and moved onto Vlad. Vlad saw the Aamon’s move and shouted for reinforcement from his men. Before they could react, Vlad was hit by the later. Aamon had grabbed Vlad in the jaws with his right hand and pushed it to the side. He wanted to crack the neck but Vlad had swung his body with the push preventing his ordeal. Vlad in turn swung out his right fist into Aamon’s face. The later took the punch and reached out with the left hand onto the right arm of Vlad and pulled it back. The move made Vlad faced the other still with the jaws in the grip. Aamon felt the fist that landed on his back and the kick on his left ribs. He was set on by three Legionnaires which had come to the rescue. The third Legionnaire had tried to pull Aamon off the Master but the other Wyvern had joined the fight.

The third Legionnaire was lifted off Aamon’s back and pushed to the side before the Wyvern slashed with its talons on the chest. The Legionnaire fought back and stopped when the talons of the Wyvern thrust into the heart to tear off from the chest. It then stood off from the dead Legionnaire and faced the others. During the commotion, Vlad and Hawkins had slipped awayThe others had formed a wall to shield their leaving.

Aamon saw the departure and rushed over. The Legionnaires leveled their rifles and shot at Aamon. The bullets tore into the body but that did not stop the demon. The bullet penetrated the skin and then it popped out. The Legionnaires stopped firing and rushed at the demon. It was then the winged creatures rushed into the Legionnaires. The force of the two winged creatures with their spread wings collided with the group and caused a pile up. Aamon rushed past the pile and was confronted by the wounded hound.

“Cerebus, you dare to intrude on me. I was your master.” Amon shouted at the hound. “You disgraced the namesake. I will not tolerate you anymore.”

The hound growled and then slinked away to the far end to lie down. It lay down to lick its wound. Aamon stepped on to catch up with Vlad and Hawkins. He stood there at the opening of the shaft and saw them rappelling down. He did not give chase and stood there looking. In his mind then was the task that he had undertaken for years.

Or was it generations.

An eternity of responsibility since the fall of his brothers.

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Lance let go of the rope that he had rappel down in the shaft. He looked up at the shaft that he had descended twice then. He disliked having to rush out again. He then looked into the tunnel and saw Tonto was already reaching the chamber. He took after them and soon came to the familiar surroundings. He was cautious for fear he will meet those winged men once more. He recalled his previous encounter and was not keen to see them. There were no spirits then and made worse, his so named inklings were not responding. His mask saw none of the spirits there. The cavern had not changed since he last saw it except the slab was not there. The place was still lighted up the place with the lighted torches that were partially covered with the webbing to reduce the lighting level. He looked at the flooring that was sighted with the three hexagon designs. Without the slab on it, the designs were apparent on the surface. There was a change then with the designs, it looked throbbing alive like the blood surging in the veins.

“It’s a beauty, is it not?” Samael read the expression on Lance. He had stepped outside the designs as if he feared it. Tonto had stood on the far side with his eyes fixated on the designs. He appeared mesmerized by it.

“Tonto? Are you okay?” Lance asked his partner. Tonto shaken from his thoughts looked over.

“Yes, Kemo-Sabe.” Tonto shook his head as if to clear it. “Felt like a binge at the pubs.”

Tonto recalled his evenings at the wharf back in England.

“You were a teen then. And you were not to drink.” Lance reprimanded his partner while he moved closer to the designs.”

Lance crouched down to look closer at the designs. He saw beneath the designs were ripples of hands reaching for the surface but they stopped before the design as if there was a barrier there. He traced the scriptures on the design and could not make out the wordings. Samael assisted there.

“It’s Sumerian. They were the first civilization’s which indulge in early alchemy. In the brief, soon after our rebellion was quelled by the Archangels, there were no records of us until the Bronze Age as claimed by your historians. It was the age when Man discovered mining. Man then believed the stones were from heaven like the ones they saw coming from space. You called them meteorites but to them it was heaven sent. Meteorites shards were worshipped in some rituals. Weapons that were made from it was said to be magical. The earth source became a path to discover more of these stones. It was then mining took place. It was said then that the Gods taught Man how to mine the earth for these metals. Tales were created of Angels in disguise had led Man to new metals. Coal was a good reference when before its discovery we all used wood which was in the Ancient days an element of the Gods. Each mine was considered sacred and each shaft opened had its rituals to appease the Gods.”

“Thank you for the…” Lance getting agitated on the lessons of alchemy but was stopped.

“Hear me out. Do you know what ‘Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem Veram Medicinam’ means? It translate as ‘Visit the interior of the earth, and by rectifying you will find the hidden stone which is the true medicine’. The earth is the symbol of physical man. Man needs to become conscious of the inner world. Once the attention is directed inwards, the underworld of Hades came to mind. It’s also called ‘regressus ad uterum’ or ‘the return into the uterus’. It’s a also a term used in initiation rites of a symbolic return to the primal state; the raw state of Man carried in the collective state of unconscious.”

“Inside of Man, darkness is alike ‘regressus ad uterum’ or in plain words a condition of death, and subsequently experience rebirth. In alchemy, the caves when working with metals, the preferred metal is lead. Lead, the most impure metal, needs to be transformed into the pure metal, gold…..”

“I have heard enough of your said knowledge. Tell me why are we here?” Lance getting more agitated had reacted in anger.

“I was coming to it. Gold is sought by them. Gold will feed their armies. Gold came from the earth. The rocks are fed to the furnace to create the metal.” Samael pointed to the ripples of hand. “The furnace burns deep within. It’s not any furnace here but the fires of Hades that best create the metal. In addition to that, here lies the path to Hades. One of its many but this one had been discovered.” Samael grin at Lance. “Hawkins wanted a war between Man and Demons. His current force weakened and hos gold depleted, he called on the new force to wage war to ensure his victory.”

“And what of you and the blood drinker?” Lance hit back. “You are no different. All of you wanted a war with Man.”

“Well said. I am no different from Aamon or Hawkins if you are to compare our desire to be the victor. On the other side of the coin, both Aamon and myself are Angels while Hawkins is a demon. So was that hooded figure which held me captive. Pardon me, I lied. I was pretending to be captive to amuse the other. He did assume he had me subdue with the spells and those blood drinking. He served me that vile ingredient. I prefer nectar than blood.”

“Angel….tell then why are you here?”

“I told you earlier. We are here to prevent them from freeing more demons.” Samael sounded that with a sigh. “Man hardly listened. Never did before and won’t now. Anyway please allow me to speak more on my stay with Hawkins.”

Samael looked at the hexagon designs before he took up the tale again.

“I told Hawkins of the gateway too. My take may be exaggerated but I was fooling him. I wanted him to believe me so he could lead me to places. And him to places where gold could be found…”

“Places?” Tonto then spoke up.

“Yes, I knew that Hawkins was preparing a revolution. I was not in one since the French did theirs. I went along and watched how he shaped his army and given a few pointers. And he placed me under guards by this hooded person. I tried to speak to the other but all I got was silence. I sensed something on that person but he was so elusive except the person smell of fresh blood. I am not keen on that; I prefer mine immersed in wine.”

“Like enhancing the Legionnaires with your blood. You treat everything with disdain.” Tonto stepped forth but was stopped by Lance. “To me you are a bastard. You are just to watch us kill each other. I will not fight these wars.”

“You have not heard me correctly.” Samael retorted. “I brought you here to stop the war from spreading further.”

“You were not there during the Crusade. I saw the battles and the killings.” Samael then laughed out loud. “I loved it.”

“Bastard!” Lance snapped at the crazy demon and rushed forth. “Who gave you the position to play God?”

“Myself.” Samael glared at the two there. “Here on this land, I am God. As God I intend to stop it here. You will help me regardless.”

“Now listen up. We got a battle coming. And we are the ones that needed to win this battle or it will be Hades for all.” 

LLM Part III Chapter 0

Part III: The Dawn of the Legend

Jimmy Loong

March 14^th 2016

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Hawkins stared at the men who had affixed the hoist over the slab, and then were attaching the ropes to the cover to lift it. He looked to the slab and saw the preparation was underway with the six priests placing the items which will suppress the demon when the slab cover was raised. It was a rare ritual but one that his people had retained. He prayed hard that the spell will work.

“Ironic at this very hour you sought the divine assistance.” The hooded figure stood at his side voiced out. “Do not despair, my brother for when I was hunted like a hare, I too have raised a prayer for God but I was ignored then. So pardon my reservation on your appeal for assistance.”

The master of works there overseeing the hoisting works signaled that his men were ready for the task. Hawkins then motioned to the six priests there to start their works. The priests began their rituals with the lamps and scrolls held in their hands while they performed moves that resembled more like dances. The priests were led by one that was taking the lead on every move and then the signal was given. The hoist was secured and the ropes pulled taut. There was stillness in the air that moment and then pressure was applied on the slab cover. It began to move ever slightly and soon a gap was seen between the cover and the main slab. The pungent smell overpowered everyone who was there and drawn to seek some scented cloth for relief. 

There were excitements when the fingers were seen on the slab cover. It was the middle finger that appeared and then the other fingers gripped the side. It stopped there while everyone was expecting more except the priests; they were chanting incessant on whatever they felt was working. Hawkins was past his patience and grabbed hold of the slab cover. He was to pry it off when the slab slipped from his grip. He looked and saw the slab cover slide over. He then saw the hooded figure standing at the far end with the extended arms. Hawkins was to peek in when he saw the figure sat up there. It was his sight of a demon. He had been called one before but his stay at the monastery had given images of the demons as in the books. His first real sight was more distinctive and glaring in details.

“Hello” The demon spoke out in the ancient language that baffled those who were there. Not all the hooded one sprang into action.

“Master, please forgive our delay in freeing you from this vault. We…” The demon had then stood up with ease despite the long period of inactivity. The demon had raised the right hand to stop the pleasing remarks.

“I am fine.” The demon switched the language to a more familiar one. “It’s a consolation to be breathing here than those brimstones gas.”

The demon laughed and then looked at the two persons who had rescued him.

“What age are we in now?” The demon asked. “I recalled it was some crude age then. We did not have any ideas of the movement of the days and nights. For us it did not matter, but the …innocents like yourself were always on the lookout for the sun and moon for measurement.”

“We are your servants, Master.”

“And who are you?” The demon asked the hooded figure.

“Vlad Tepes of Transylvania. I am in need of your help. We can help each other.”

“Oh! Another one. Can I have a drink first?” The demon requested. “My throat is dry.”

“Fresh blood? I can run a goblet for you.” Vlad impressed the demon.

“Then it’s death do us part.” The demon replied with a smile. “But before that, does anyone know where I can piss without wetting myself.”