NOVEL NEXT Chapter 53: [52]
'Vidar's dying…Vidar's dying…how could he not tell me he's dying before now? I'm his…I'm his what??? Why would he tell…I'm his acquaintance…I'm not his girlfriend…we haven't even kissed or gotten to oral yet…' My mind is a mess, my heart is throbbing and not in the good way that it usually does when thoughts of Vidar dominante everything in my head.
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'Shit! Izzy is panicking…' I groan internally as I turn around and face Izzy and cup her face in both hands.
"Izzy, are you alright…are you injured?" I ask Izzy in concern as I hear her erratic heartbeat and can smell the panic rolling off of her in waves, I run my hands down along her neck and act like I'm searching her for wounds.
"H-how can you, you be so calm about dying?!" Izzy asks me in a quiet shout, her voice filled with a myriad of emotions…and turmoil.
I draw a blank and just say what finally comes to mind.
"Because…I…just am…"
'Smooth man…. real smooth….' I groan in my head while Izzy flinches like she's a housewife used to being battered and I'd just slapped her for mouthing off to me.
"It's a part of my culture…Izzy…" I add on as Izzy seems to be experiencing shock now.
'Seeing her like this is a bit of an eye opener…' I mutter in my mind as I open a portal for Izzy back to the Institute, somehow I am able to bypass it's wards and protections as if they don't exist.
"I can't have you here like this, you're a danger to yourself." I say softly and push Izzy through the portal and turn to see that the men and women operating the facility have started to notice that something was wrong with their security.
"The wards are down! Someone get that bloody Downworlder scum to put them back up! Who the bloody hell is that and how have you fucktwits not noticed the gate is blown in!" Some guy starts shouting as he runs out of a building wearing a beret and a few patches on his shoulders that the others lack, marking him as a commanding officer.
A smile stretches across my face as Shax demons run headlong at me to attack, still full of energy from siphoning the protections of this compound. I create multiple explosions using telekinesis, friction and heat all across the compound, making demons and Shadow Hunters alike explode into showers of gore.
People started to pull themselves up from the ground, "Is this all the great terror Valentine has?" I ask aloud as I honestly feel a bit disappointed.
"Whatever…I'm not here for fun, I'm here to help the Angel…or to judge Valentine…but to help myself." I mutter as I charge into the base and start tearing into the remaining living staff picking up seraph blades along the way to aid in the slaughter.
'Against cannon fodder like these…it's easy to fall back into the habit of thinking that I'm the strongest thing around…but…now that I think of it…how did I forget about…dragons and other monsters…back home…that cursed treasure…was a dragon's horde…no wonder I was so fucked up…the creatures might have been consumed by Malivor…but…their magics still saturated the world…sirens also must have helped to protect that dragon horde…Cortez was probably just the first man to find it…' I mutter as I make my way into the compound while being guided by both my magical and physical senses towards a radiant and distinctively divine energy source.
Disfigured people with pointed ears…black veins trailing underneath their skin along with other mutations are let out of holding cells and they charge me like rabid animals. I feel a strange sense of regret as I kill the seelies a few I recognize from the other night at Magnus's.
All manner of beasts continue to come out of the cells as I continue through the compound towards the angel's location.
'So this must be the door.' I hum internally as I come to a reinforced vault door that would be at home in a bank, it's covered in scrawling angelic runes and another language named Chthonian that I…have an intuitive understanding of…well at the same time find it incomprehensible while trying to read it.
Resting my hands against the door, the magical energies permeating it are incredibly powerful, draining the power from the vault door, digging my hands into the metal I start to pull it towards me, the sound of metal groaning is like air raid sirens wailing in my ears, until finally the steel gives and I throw the disc shaped piece of metal weighing many tons away from myself and step inside finding a man who looks like a concentration camp survivor chained to a chair while wearing multiple straight jackets.
The man's eyes glow with dim white light as he looks at me, decrepit wings of shadow spread behind his back, he opens his mouth and a sound like feedback from a microphone roars in my ears.
"Can you switch to English, don't act like you can't feather fucker!" I growl as I massage my temples.
And suddenly his thoughts and feelings are beamed right into my very soul, not only does he tell me where I can find some of his already harvested blood but he informed me that there is some of Lilith's blood here that I will need to help stabilize my energies…and to complete my metamorphosis.
"Thanks." I reply to him and walk over, breaking him free of his bonds and lifting him up, slinging his arm over my shoulder and carrying him up to the roof at my top speed coming to the roof I hand him a seraph blade I tucked into my jacket pocket and drew my own and moved fulfilling his desire to die.
The angel's body disintegrates into golden dust and motes of light in an explosion of power that fills me with warmth as a pillar of light descends from the sky and draws the motes upwards.
"Thanks for the help…ithuriel…" I wave goodbye and seek out the remaining divine energy.
It takes me all of nothing to find a syringe filled with golden radiant blood and an obsidian vessel filled with blood blacker than the obsidian it's contained inside of.