Memories of the Forgotten

The 2nd of my 3 chapter update!

Chapter 30


"Wind Blade!" He unleashed his magic, and immediately, John could sense something different about it. There was wind magic, deep in the core of the spell, yet it's outward appearance was much different. Wind magic was hard to see in effect, and one almost always had to rely on the sense of magic in the attack. But this aura surrounding the attack was dark and clearly visible. John pulled away in time to avoid the attack directly, but the wind magic still managed to push him back and slam him into the wall.

He pulled away in time to see Midas charging up a 'Wind Bomb' spell. But like his 'Wind Blade' spell, this too was wind mingled in with dark magic. John was stunned. He had never known Midas to revert to his dark magic that he was certain lay deep within him, ever since he had known that he was created as just a mere puppet of Mammon. In fact, the closest he had seen Midas' connection to dark powers was in commanding the creature that emerged from beyond the Dark Gate to kill Hieas. "Magma Burst!"

The blasts of flame merged and fired just as Midas used his 'Wind Bomb' spell. The spell's power seemed to be moving faster then usual. The two spells canceled each other out, the flames disappearing. Even still, John felt lucky that his spells were even keeping up. Midas' second wind was proving to be harder to break then before, and John was certain his glowing pendant was responsible. That too was another unknown element in play. He had seen the pendant before, Midas almost always wore it though also almost never showed it.

John wondered about somehow removing the pendant, but quickly shut down that idea. It would be near impossible to get close enough to take it, and with Midas matching him spell for spell, it was more likely that he would wear down much faster then Midas and lose. And losing was not an option at this point. "Alright, take this! Magma Ball!" Jon focused his fire magic, condensing it into a ball. He threw it with all his might at Midas.

"You think that can stop me? Fool." Midas positioned his hands, as if holding an invisible weapon. Suddenly wind picked up and formed into a bow. A dark arrow fitted into the bow, and Midas gripped it tight. "Wind Arrow!" The arrow flew out striking the ball of fire and shattering it, still moving straight toward John. He raised his sword in defense and the arrow struck, knocking it from his hands. He looked to see Midas quickly closing the gap and ready to strike with his daggers.

John pulled away as Midas slashed, and continued to aviod as Midas continued his advance, his movements fluid and deadly. "Earth Armor!" John hoped this spell would be enough to block the attack and get in another good strike, hopefully taking away that pendant. Unfortunately, as the blade came down, it prieced the armor and struck his arm. The pain was too much for him to focus enough to make the strike, and Midas took this opprotunity to launch his own attack.

"Wind Bomb!" The force of the blast knocked John back, shattering the armor and scattering the fragments of earth across the ground. In the middle of this lay John. He forced himself up, watching Midas walk closer. His arm was bleeding, blodd dripping on the floor. "You see now? It's hopeless for you. Give in now and maybe I will forgive your transgressions against our master."

"Never. I won't ever give into you," John said through gritted teeth, still holding on to the wound Midas made on his arm.

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"It's almost ready..." The body controled by Mammon made sure the preparations were ready. He had been waiting forever for this day to dawn, and now that it was here he would have nothing stop him. He had come too far now to give in. He was close, so close to true rebirth and this was only a step in that direction. Soon he would have power, power that almost rivaled his true body's strength. All he needed now was the pure soul.

That was where the girl came in. She was the key, the beginning of what would be the end of this world. A world, so full of life... full of the great power of the soul, brimming with energy. How he wished it crushed, destroyed and brought to the edge of ruin. To be nothing more then an empty vast wasteland, where only despair and hopelessness existed. For it was the same, even in controling this host's body. He felt no sense of self, as though a fragment of his being was missing.

What had he ever done to deserve this? He desperately wished to be whole, to feel complete, to feel the same as humans do. But it had been so cruelly denied to him, cursing his being since the day of his existance became known. It was always there, the empty hollow feeling that nothing could ever fill. But where there was once desperation, now became madness and soon after anger. How he slowly began to despise that what he once thought was truely something worth having.

He had seen them, humans killing others, needlessly taking lives away from others. Where had the souls gone? Where was that pure spirit that he so longed for? That being of filling complete? How could any creature treat the soul as something as unnecessary? This confusion only fueled his rage, as others took blissful ignorance of something precious they had, while he continued to exist without it. It wasn't fair, as so long as nothing changed, it would never be fair.

That was when he came to the decision that humanity had to pay. It had to pay for the crimes they had been through. Mammon unleashed his rage and power, sending the world to the brink of non-existance. And then those three emerged, amidst the chaos. Pure spirits who freely gave up their lives to seal his body away beyond the Dark Gate. A demon, an angel and a human sacrificing everything... and here almost none remember of them. They have become nothing more then forgotten names carried along in the wind, blown about like dust. Humanity still has not learned.

And now, others like those three had arrived, once more sealing his body. How he wished for them to see, just what kind of world they were protecting. But Midas had failed, he had instead joined them in an attempt to find his own soul, despite the fact he would never find it. For there was none to discover. But now he would not fail. He would succeed and put these three out of their misery. For death would be a greater wish upon them then what he planned to do to this world. And even if some good souls had to suffer, then it was a necessary evil.

Mammon almost felt sorry for humanity. But not enough to think twice about his actions. The girl was pressing against the magic barrair that existed in the inner circle. She was desperately wishing to be free and rejoin her family. But Mammon knew, as much as he wished she would understand, that it wouldn't matter. For her it was hopeless. There was nothing to be done.

The last of the outer circle was now finished. The demon blood was set and in a matter of hours the ritual would take place and power would return to him. Under the new moon, the Forbidden Seal would grant him all the strength he needed. It seemed ironic that the very spell that was discovered to further advance the knowledge of magic would become the beginning of the end for humanity.

"Please... please let me out..." Monica cried, unable to keep her tears from flowing. "I want my daddy... I want my mommy..."

"They are here... on their way to stop me. But they won't." Mammon turned away from the girl. "Nothing will stop me now. I have come too far to lose everything. I will reduce this world to the nothingness it deserves to go to. It will be empty... just like me."

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Midas and John now stood on opposite sides, each one staring each other down. John had some difficulty getting to his feet, but he was standing up all the same. He needed a spell, something powerful that would end this battle now. But nothing he knew would help now. It was slowly starting to look hopeless. Suddenly a loud bang was heard through the door through which John had entered from.

His heart surged with hope. Aivon and Jessica were coming, hoping to seek entrence into the battle. Midas turned to the noise before returning his attention to John. "Forget it," he said, as though reading his mind. "They can't help you now. You were the one foolish enough to enter battle on your own, thinking that you could handle something that is beyond your league." He raised his arms again, forming the 'Wind Arrow' spell. "Face it, you can't win."

Midas fired his spell, and John couldn't avoid it in time. The blow struck where his heart should have been. It didn't kill him, but the blow was more then enough to make him cry out in pain. He gripped his chest as he fell to his knees. "Hmph. You can't win. Your magic is far too weak. It always has been."

"No..." He had not gone through all that training, spent so long working on his spells to have it end here, dying alone. He would not let it end this way. If he was going to die, it would be with Jessica and his family by his side. They would be at home, a real home and together sharing memories and happy moments, with no regrets. "Never... will I... lose!" At this, a cirlce of fie appeared around him, the inside forming symbols, also in fire.

Midas pulled back, seeing the intense flames surrounding John. "This magic... it's-!"