Sequel to The Bloodsong Chronicles and Avernum, the former in which I highly recommend you read the story creation background at the top of Ch1 so you'll understand why my writing was this bad.
Inspirations for Part 2: Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines, Practical Magic, the Stonehenge, Bruce Almighty, Men In Black, Assassin's Creed
Chapter 1: Gambling Out of Hell
Manticore Avernum is thought to b ded or gone away from the FOP,Genesis, and the rest, for life. But no, he is still alive in the heart, only ded in the Orion, son of Avernum, has a destiny tied to his, if either one of them gets hurt, the other suffers as well. Its like a strong magical bond that ties 2 people and cannot b , in this 3rd book of the miraculous adventures of Manticore Avernum, u will have fate,friendship,leadership,control, and the power to overcome obsticles that seem to b impossible to obsticle like, parasitism, speaking of that, Morgoth got sent to his own fiery depths of his Hell-like dungeon, chains everywhere, hooks on his devily flesh, a huge gash across his chest where Manticore slaught his wanted out sooo badly, phantoms from his own magic and fantasy were torchering him, and down below was the lava pit in which his wyrms live, they r like the portal to hell, and if one drops from the chains, they get swallowed into the little wyrms come out and eat off ur flesh and w/ pain, u slowely ...ehhh! ok enuf talk of dat, now, it is half past nine at night, the FOP was about to settle in for a nice cozy, slumber, suddenly their was a howl outside, like a whispy sound rather than a howl. "its just the wind" said Stigs "go to sleep!" "k.." said the rest, and they did. Now the FOP had bought a small farm in the rurals of Massachusettes while they got some time off from working on experiments in their basement and trying to make Spikey's hair stand on end almost like Cmeister's white spikey hair.A huge red barn was next to the country house and had 2 stories, the training area and the loft where ppl just kick back,relax, and walk the clouds go by out the large front past while stranded on the farm and the jet, well in a storage compartment under the ground that Caleb built for them on one day he was off the shift of working w/ NASA, w/ the help of his younger brother and Tim the robot. Meanwhile Morgoth was still in that chain dungeon w/ hooks on his flesh, suddenly a dark figure stood at the end of the room "Morgoth, i have come to claim ur soul" "y? y would anyone come to collect my head?" asked Morgoth "but i am able to negotiate deals w/ the living and dead, by playing a game of chance" said the dark figure who so-calls himself the Grim Reaper, cuz his scythe looks so familiar "rock,paper,scissors?" "no, dice" said the Grim Reaper "alright,wats the bargain?" asked Morgoth "if u get red on both dice, u win ur freedom- BUT, u will not b able to live w/o a host, i am blue, if i get both blues, i take ur head, and ur soul w/ me, if its blue and red, then it is a draw, 2 rounds, let the most colors win" explained the Grim Reaper as he took a pair of dice out of his saggy pocket. Morgoth rolled first, a draw, damn lucky he is. Then the Grim Reaper rolled, another draw. The first round has ended, now the next had started. The Grim Reaper rolled...2 reds, 2 other reds would result in Morgoth's freedom out of his own prison. Rolling the dice, it lands on 2 reds, damn that bastard, now he gets to choose the host. "u win, u take ur own freedom, a choice of a host b4 u leave this unforgiven paradise" said the Grim Reaper. Manticore or his son, Manticore or his son, choose choose! Morgoth said to himself for wat would b best to possess. "i choose his son" DUHN DUHN DUHHHNNN...the spirit of Manticore was displeased w/ his discision, besides, the older the less youth, and he was older than his son, who is 12 since 8 years had Morgoth whisped away into the dark fog that crept behind him as he started to behold of Orion, he has been taught the ways of the assassin by his mother and more other techniques by the FOP's personal trainers, Sir Stiglets and had his own hidden blade tucked in the socket of his left arm, where he could jab it right out and go for the like an assassin, he had his ring finger cut off. No sign or word of his father from the stars until Friday came along.