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Mayfair Vol 2 #2: Midnight Hymns
Nothing has plagued me for being a half human and half elf, but magic. Magic is a corruptive force, and there may not be lines between light, grey and dark. There’s morals we do, atrocities, and heinous things all on top of the cherry.
My tutelage came from my father, who taught me everything I needed to know, and sparked my interests in chemistry as well. Mixing potions impressed my maternal grandmother; she was one hell of a witch and an elf, and my human mother took comfort in raising me to be independent. Through them, confounded myself with these three languages, English, French and the elf tongue. My fourth was Vietnamese, but I barely spoke it.
I never mentioned my paternal grandparents because they were dead before I even saw them. I wish I did and they could have been brought back to life, but resurrection magic is infallible and not for the faintest of hearts to be wielded I eventually made it back to my native home in Australia—in Brisbane, where they were buried. My father said they were adept teleporters—perhaps it’s my god given ability.
Unlike going to Vietnam where I tried redeeming myself, but I’d save that story another day.
Now we’re in the last level of the Louvre, a dawning place of darkness. Never seen this terrible, damn shit thriving in France for many years, that was because of the second Black Death. Now two weeks worth of possible souls lost down here… it spells of fear.
Terry: “I can track these footprints, mass blood down the elevators. A hidden threat. The amulet doesn’t say shit about limbs yet.
Edris: “Need a hand for fairy dust?”
Terry: “Yeah sure. You can conjure that from glass right? The pyramid’s pretty down.”
Edris: “Of course. But I can’t fly, that is.”
Luc: “Honestly, I can’t teleport right now, if we got this…”
My voice faltered through the empty walls, echoing it as it bounced around the corners. I should have whispered much more, in the slowest voice. I waver with Hexes’ dust, spreading it out in a unorthodox manner. Terry prepares his phone in case for dialing. No idea how that works, but assuming it’s the time to call the others, as he’s rather retro. I signal to Sean, who replies he’s got his blades up from checking the other floors. Nothing yet, but sprawled bodies and a couple of shadows to fight according to Prez as well. Magnus conjures wind in his palms, as it blows the glass into every direction.
Magnus: “I think we’re ready. The needle, do you have it?”
Luc: “No, I burnt it., you asked me to cast another spell.”
Magnus: “Don’t worry about that. I have a second on my hands. Blow this one for me..with phosphorus.”
Luc: “Alright. Show yourself now…and exorcise.”
The dead bodies of civilians start cramping up, as their drained blood starts stirring up to the air, much to our overwhelming sight. Depleting into black balls as it transforms, Magnus creates a shield.
Magnus: “They’ve led us into the trap; they’re not bloodhounds or suckers. They’re using it as a poisonous form. Everyone, gets your masks on. Edris, try absorbing it. Make a formation with Terry.”
Edris: “Yes sir.”
Terry: “What in the flying fuck is that?!”
Luc: “Black bloods. They’re really messy. You breathe through it, you die and transform into something worse than a symbiote. Now go!”
Terry makes a force field immediately as the blobs land quicker than hail. He does his best to try to maintain it like an umbrella as Edris conjures her dust, trying to contain it. He holds it long enough to dial Sean.
Sean: “Damn rain is pissing on us! Prez and I are finding spots. We’re going to the lower levels.
Prez: “Don’t let anything touch your skin or else you’re bloody fucked as well!”
He makes further notice of this, attempting to create a larger bubble as Edris concentrates harder. I teleport my needle in hopes of getting the blood to attract the blobs to the object itself—accordingly to Magnus, that’s how it works.
Furthermore it’s already been worse when the bodies dispersed as the blobs disentergrate them one by one, flesh tearing out from clothes, livers punctured…and looking like reanimated corpses.
I can’t help but say fuck this moment as the needle goes onto Edris’ hands. Her dust clasps onto it, now larger than the ones on a spinning wheel. Tapping into her focus, she diverges it out of Terry’s field.,causing it to disperse. Magnus seizes this opportunity and chants in Norwegian, as the blobs go into its direction one by one; eventually exploding in the air.
The lengthy battle only cost us minutes but it was a bit exhausting to say the least. I pick up my gun from my back, ready to fire in case of the next wave comes.
But it turns out to be nothing—within the pitch black, a voice hollers as barely movable bodies of Sean and Prez hover towards us.
Voice. You will have minutes to negotiate. Your friends will not last long. But if you don’t agree to terms, I will kill everyone in this very floor. Make your deal fast
Magnus: “And what if we don’t?”
Voice: Then I will shatter the very faith you have left...now, give us what we have. I hold another important secret about the leader you care most about...what are your choices?”
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Mayfair Vol 2 #2: Midnight Hymns
Nothing has plagued me for being a half human and half elf, but magic. Magic is a corruptive force, and there may not be lines between light, grey and dark. There’s morals we do, atrocities, and heinous things all on top of the cherry.
My tutelage came from my father, who taught me everything I needed to know, and sparked my interests in chemistry as well. Mixing potions impressed my maternal grandmother; she was one hell of a witch and an elf, and my human mother took comfort in raising me to be independent. Through them, confounded myself with these three languages, English, French and the elf tongue. My fourth was Vietnamese, but I barely spoke it.
I never mentioned my paternal grandparents because they were dead before I even saw them. I wish I did and they could have been brought back to life, but resurrection magic is infallible and not for the faintest of hearts to be wielded I eventually made it back to my native home in Australia—in Brisbane, where they were buried. My father said they were adept teleporters—perhaps it’s my god given ability.
Unlike going to Vietnam where I tried redeeming myself, but I’d save that story another day.
Now we’re in the last level of the Louvre, a dawning place of darkness. Never seen this terrible, damn shit thriving in France for many years, that was because of the second Black Death. Now two weeks worth of possible souls lost down here… it spells of fear.
Terry: “I can track these footprints, mass blood down the elevators. A hidden threat. The amulet doesn’t say shit about limbs yet.
Edris: “Need a hand for fairy dust?”
Terry: “Yeah sure. You can conjure that from glass right? The pyramid’s pretty down.”
Edris: “Of course. But I can’t fly, that is.”
Luc: “Honestly, I can’t teleport right now, if we got this…”
My voice faltered through the empty walls, echoing it as it bounced around the corners. I should have whispered much more, in the slowest voice. I waver with Hexes’ dust, spreading it out in a unorthodox manner. Terry prepares his phone in case for dialing. No idea how that works, but assuming it’s the time to call the others, as he’s rather retro. I signal to Sean, who replies he’s got his blades up from checking the other floors. Nothing yet, but sprawled bodies and a couple of shadows to fight according to Prez as well. Magnus conjures wind in his palms, as it blows the glass into every direction.
Magnus: “I think we’re ready. The needle, do you have it?”
Luc: “No, I burnt it., you asked me to cast another spell.”
Magnus: “Don’t worry about that. I have a second on my hands. Blow this one for me..with phosphorus.”
Luc: “Alright. Show yourself now…and exorcise.”
The dead bodies of civilians start cramping up, as their drained blood starts stirring up to the air, much to our overwhelming sight. Depleting into black balls as it transforms, Magnus creates a shield.
Magnus: “They’ve led us into the trap; they’re not bloodhounds or suckers. They’re using it as a poisonous form. Everyone, gets your masks on. Edris, try absorbing it. Make a formation with Terry.”
Edris: “Yes sir.”
Terry: “What in the flying fuck is that?!”
Luc: “Black bloods. They’re really messy. You breathe through it, you die and transform into something worse than a symbiote. Now go!”
Terry makes a force field immediately as the blobs land quicker than hail. He does his best to try to maintain it like an umbrella as Edris conjures her dust, trying to contain it. He holds it long enough to dial Sean.
Sean: “Damn rain is pissing on us! Prez and I are finding spots. We’re going to the lower levels.
Prez: “Don’t let anything touch your skin or else you’re bloody fucked as well!”
He makes further notice of this, attempting to create a larger bubble as Edris concentrates harder. I teleport my needle in hopes of getting the blood to attract the blobs to the object itself—accordingly to Magnus, that’s how it works.
Furthermore it’s already been worse when the bodies dispersed as the blobs disentergrate them one by one, flesh tearing out from clothes, livers punctured…and looking like reanimated corpses.
I can’t help but say fuck this moment as the needle goes onto Edris’ hands. Her dust clasps onto it, now larger than the ones on a spinning wheel. Tapping into her focus, she diverges it out of Terry’s field.,causing it to disperse. Magnus seizes this opportunity and chants in Norwegian, as the blobs go into its direction one by one; eventually exploding in the air.
The lengthy battle only cost us minutes but it was a bit exhausting to say the least. I pick up my gun from my back, ready to fire in case of the next wave comes.
But it turns out to be nothing—within the pitch black, a voice hollers as barely movable bodies of Sean and Prez hover towards us.
Voice. You will have minutes to negotiate. Your friends will not last long. But if you don’t agree to terms, I will kill everyone in this very floor. Make your deal fast
Magnus: “And what if we don’t?”
Voice: Then I will shatter the very faith you have left...now, give us what we have. I hold another important secret about the leader you care most about...what are your choices?”
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