A Cold heart
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,153
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Unexpected consequences
Chapter 12 – Unexpected consequences.
~There is a chance I might loose this battle. I cannot let that happen~
Michael ordered a bunch of his finest skeletons to follow him through the mountains and carry the angelic body. “Get moving!”
He commanded as he threw Deathbringer down the earth. “Resurrect any fallen ninja”
He ordered the blade which replied “Yes master.”
With a smug tone in its voice. Michael didn’t remotely care and he kept moving.
~I hope this will succeed. If so many of them is attacking us there must be very few of them home.~
The group ran constantly. Michael wouldn’t allow him or the skeletons to have a break.
~This is not good. The farther the skeletons get away from the blade the weaker they grow.~
Michael thought to himself while he ran.
After a half day of running they could finally see the ninja training academy.
~Hmm it’s pretty long down but I’ll make sure that doesn’t interfere.
The skeletons will have to stay though~ “Stay here.”
He commanded the skeletons while he tied one end of the robe around a rock.
He threw the other end down sled down the robe. “Drop the body!”
He screamed very loudly so the skeleton’s approx 200 feet up could hear him.
He saw a black spot on the skyline and decided to move a bit to not get it in the head.
The angelic body landed on the ground with a huge thump.
~Now I just need to get it to the temple of... FUCK! I left the blade home!
DAMNIT! Wait... Release your inner wrath. I can do without the blade.
I have to...~
Michael picked up the angelic body and walked slowly into the temple of serenity.
~Damn she’s heavy. I thought angels were feather-like and light.~
He kept moving into the temple until he were at the altar where he dropped the body.
~Now I just need to ask Dea... Bloody hell... The blade told me it would tell me what to do when I was there. That’s why it was so smug. DAMNIT!~
Michael thought as he walked towards the basement of the temple were ancient scrolls were kept.
~Healing. Destruction. Black magic. Ah here it is. Necromancy.~
He took the scroll and went up to the altar.
Michael raised two small necromancial flames as the text in the scroll said and muttered an incantation: “Fre Wiliu Resurecto. Angelo Deathu!”
As the words were spoken Michael felt weak.
Like a surge of power and strength disappeared from him.
~Must be how it feels to make such a powerful resurrection without the blade I guess.~
The angel rose. Its skin color deathly white and its wing color obsidian black.
“I am yours to command... Master.”
She spoke. “Your blade has betrayed you. I feel it. Right now it is sending skeletons to crush us”
~What? Is that bitch lying? I’m so bloody confused.~
Just as he finished the thought 6 unarmed skeletons came in.
Then they split and kneeled towards the entrance.
Michael saw another skeleton come in. It was heavily armoured and carried... Deathbringer.
“Now you are mine as you always should have been. You are mine to command.” The blade spoke with a whisper filled with laughter and twisted happiness.
~Never will that happen!~ “Get me out of here.”
Michael screamed to his newly resurrected angel.
The angel flew Michael out of the place into the mainland.
And there he is now...
Plotting his return...
A/N This was my first story.
Please do gimme some reviews so I know whether to make a sequel or not^^
I hope you enjoyed it =D (Yea it was a little short^^)
~There is a chance I might loose this battle. I cannot let that happen~
Michael ordered a bunch of his finest skeletons to follow him through the mountains and carry the angelic body. “Get moving!”
He commanded as he threw Deathbringer down the earth. “Resurrect any fallen ninja”
He ordered the blade which replied “Yes master.”
With a smug tone in its voice. Michael didn’t remotely care and he kept moving.
~I hope this will succeed. If so many of them is attacking us there must be very few of them home.~
The group ran constantly. Michael wouldn’t allow him or the skeletons to have a break.
~This is not good. The farther the skeletons get away from the blade the weaker they grow.~
Michael thought to himself while he ran.
After a half day of running they could finally see the ninja training academy.
~Hmm it’s pretty long down but I’ll make sure that doesn’t interfere.
The skeletons will have to stay though~ “Stay here.”
He commanded the skeletons while he tied one end of the robe around a rock.
He threw the other end down sled down the robe. “Drop the body!”
He screamed very loudly so the skeleton’s approx 200 feet up could hear him.
He saw a black spot on the skyline and decided to move a bit to not get it in the head.
The angelic body landed on the ground with a huge thump.
~Now I just need to get it to the temple of... FUCK! I left the blade home!
DAMNIT! Wait... Release your inner wrath. I can do without the blade.
I have to...~
Michael picked up the angelic body and walked slowly into the temple of serenity.
~Damn she’s heavy. I thought angels were feather-like and light.~
He kept moving into the temple until he were at the altar where he dropped the body.
~Now I just need to ask Dea... Bloody hell... The blade told me it would tell me what to do when I was there. That’s why it was so smug. DAMNIT!~
Michael thought as he walked towards the basement of the temple were ancient scrolls were kept.
~Healing. Destruction. Black magic. Ah here it is. Necromancy.~
He took the scroll and went up to the altar.
Michael raised two small necromancial flames as the text in the scroll said and muttered an incantation: “Fre Wiliu Resurecto. Angelo Deathu!”
As the words were spoken Michael felt weak.
Like a surge of power and strength disappeared from him.
~Must be how it feels to make such a powerful resurrection without the blade I guess.~
The angel rose. Its skin color deathly white and its wing color obsidian black.
“I am yours to command... Master.”
She spoke. “Your blade has betrayed you. I feel it. Right now it is sending skeletons to crush us”
~What? Is that bitch lying? I’m so bloody confused.~
Just as he finished the thought 6 unarmed skeletons came in.
Then they split and kneeled towards the entrance.
Michael saw another skeleton come in. It was heavily armoured and carried... Deathbringer.
“Now you are mine as you always should have been. You are mine to command.” The blade spoke with a whisper filled with laughter and twisted happiness.
~Never will that happen!~ “Get me out of here.”
Michael screamed to his newly resurrected angel.
The angel flew Michael out of the place into the mainland.
And there he is now...
Plotting his return...
A/N This was my first story.
Please do gimme some reviews so I know whether to make a sequel or not^^
I hope you enjoyed it =D (Yea it was a little short^^)