Time for a new fic. Hope you all like it. It continues on from my Oneshot, which you can read if you click on my profile. If you like this, leave a review, fav, follow, or not, it's up to you. Anywho thanks for your views, JIRO
Magnus and her crew trudged through the blistering Icelandic winds, trudging through deep snow towards a volcano of impressive proportions, that surprisingly, somehow ignored sensors and other such technology used to map out the volcanic expanses of the island country. The wind was slicing, almost cutting at their skin as they trudged towards the volcano. As the being who grandfathered most, if not all Abnormals, Set likely had vampiric technology, and that meant that he likely had immense security to protect his tomb. Magnus stopped the crew a hundred yards away, having the crew check all forms of sensors, or technology period, to see if they could detect the vampiric technology. If they did, it means that Set's tomb was guarded by Vampiric security systems, and would be nearly impenetrable. If nothing came up, that means that the ancient being left himself unguarded, which would make Magnus even more uneasy. After talking to Henry, Will, and the rest of the crew, Magnus had realized that they're was no form of active security, except a weakening forcefield they detected. Looking at the volcano, the forcefield likely protected a laval chamber within the volcano, preventing the tomb from being melted under the intense heat. Magnus instructed everyone to move forward, hoping that they could enter the forcefield without anyone, or anything, hindering their quest. If they couldn't enter the forcefield, then it would run out of power, and they'd have a very small window of time to pull Set from his tomb, or he'd be killed by the lava churning within the volcano.
Closing in, the order was given to take the team's safety over anything else, no matter what. They walked closer, within the range of the forcefield, something that unnerved Magnus even more. The forcefield could be penetrated by anyone, or anything, making Magnus wonder how the lava didn't penetrate it. They closed through the volcanic cave, being cautious of anything, as the apparent lack of security kept most of the team on edge. They traversed the narrow cave, coming to a broad entrance to a larger chamber, with little technology in it. A pedestal with a large crystal, radiating power through the room, was off to one side, and two sarcophagus' were in the center of the room, something that made Magnus curious. Walking forward, she nudged the lid of the sarcophagus, seeing the purple, crystalline material sealing the body in. The material was extremely thick, thicker than anything she'd seen, so thick in fact, that she couldn't even see the body within. And she turned to the smaller one, blinking at how short and stout it was. The power crystal seemed to be running out of power, and the thinning of the forcefield seemed to confirm that thought. Wondering if she could simply take the sarcophagus' out of the chamber, and the volcano, Magnus looked about the room. She saw a control panel on the wall, and walked over to it, taking care in remaining cautious and alert as she did so. The control panel was nearly identical to all other vampiric technology, and she saw the vampiric word for blood on the panel like always, it only being controlled by those with vampiric blood. Looking about she wondered just how much security this place had, as in most situations, it's isolated location would be enough protection. She wondered whether or not she should use her own blood, as an open wound may draw something towards her. She stopped to think hard about what decision to make.
Could she manipulate, or control him in any way? If he was even half as powerful as the stories said, he was a monster, capable of intense destruction on a whim. And, having grandfathered the Vampires, how would he react to waking to find them all wiped out? And any possible living vampires sterilized? If he reacted negatively, the consequences could be dire. And what if the Cabal, or the Church, or Council tried to control, or kill him? Would it end in their favor, or would it end in mass destruction, the singular grandfather to the Abnormals defeating her enemies alone? The thought made her smile, but she realized that her, or her loved ones could be harmed, or even killed, or worse, turned against her. She decided that it wouldn't be a good decision to wake him and turned to Henry. "Henry, do you still have those small power crystals we brought along?" she asked, and he hummed, turning to his equipment. "I got them right here." he said, and she nodded. "Good, attach them to the pedestal and arm all security systems. It won't be much, but it'll give us a chance to think this through." she said, and he nodded, heading over to the pedestal to begin working. While he did, Magnus walked about the chamber, reading vampiric hieroglyphs about the walls, telling tales of the being in the sarchophagus. One caught her interest, the story taking up a chunk of wall, with the title on the ceiling in enlargened, and emboldened glyphs.
Power, a tale of all days. Read forth to hear of Set, our father, grandfather, and sire, the creator off all Abnormals, his blood passed down from his parents, and them from theirs.
Magnus read with a curious look about her face. One day, Set had grown irritant with the Atlantean forces constantly, and consistently, pestering him. His children were still young, unable to use their power, and unable to speak. Wide eyed children hobbling around the castle, stumbling into people and causing accidental deaths. Set had assigned multiple caretakers for them, but each caretaker forfeited their life and quit, unable to handle the five powerful, unruly toddlers. Set had to find a way to control these children, and ended up settling on one possible path. He had gained word of a small group of Atlanteans heading towards a very small camp he had out to the west. Gathering his children, he left his wife in charge, taking the children to war with him. The children had been put into a small carriage, and Set drove the carriage to the camp, taking the children from the carriage and softly placing them on bales of hay, being careful to make sure they couldn't fall. When the small force, a group of twenty, arrived, they were caught off guard by the sight of a large man and five toddlers. They began to laugh, one boastful soldier stepping forward nonchalantly, brandishing a shinning blade, one that piqued Set's interest. The man swung down, a precise swing, that would've killed a normal soldier. However, Set was no ordinary soldier. Set caught the blade between his palms, snapping the blade in twine, swinging his massive leg into the man's gut, blood erupting forth from his mouth, coating the browning autumn ground with blood. Set moved his foot, the man falling to the ground and going limp, the other nineteen adamant in moving forward, thinking their enemy was just a man who got lucky. They were wrong, and it cost them.
Set had exploded into action, making quick work of the men. Two men ran directly into Set's massive forearms, the force of the blow crushing their airways, Set's surprisingly bony knee crushing another man's chest, Set's height making him unable to reach the man's gut. The body fell back, another man simply caught in his grip, his neck snapped, and head pulled straight off. This scared the rest of the men, causing them to step back. In fear of what he might do. Set spun, launching the head like a projectile, the one man with a shield stepping forward. The shield was destroyed, the force of the head tearing through it and slamming into the man's chest, shoving him back and slamming him into a tree, the momentum destroying his insides and killing him. The other men tried to flee, but Set wouldn't let them. He twitched his finger, a tree falling over and killing two more of the men. Rolling his wrist, Set cast an illusory spell, the men running towards him, their bodies moving in the opposite direction of their minds. One ran into set, a momentum destroying palm strike shattering his ribcage, his ribs likely piercing his internal organs. Another ran into an elbow, the reactive force like a blade, slicing the man's face, his blood spraying and hitting Set's daughter in the shoulder, making her look at it. She slapped it with her stubby fingers, sticking the blood coated appendages in her mouth, giggling as her father finished off the final man. He turned and looked to them.
"You five are troublemakers, through and through." he said, and one of his sons giggled. "You!" he yelled, his ability to speak slowly shinning through. Set tilted his head, then laughed. "I guess you are my troublemakers. Perhaps you'll behave if I keep you all with me." he said, and from that day forth, Set's children were always watching their father in battle, joining in by ten years of age, and by seventeen years of age, they had their powers mastered, and worked in perfect sync. The simple combination of those six beings was enough to easily destroy their Atlantean opposition, and eventually lead a single siege against the island city, overthrowing it in a single day. The power of the five children and their father was so powerful, that one day, Atlantis will fade into myth, and on that day, Set will have truly won the battle his father fought for years before his birth.
The story had enthralled Magnus, and made her ever the more wary about waking him. Henry had finished setting up the smaller crystals, arming the security systems and altering them so that the heat signatures of the team wouldn't be targeted by any technology that may be hidden within the chamber. Heading out, Magnus turned to the volcano momentarily, wondering what would happen if Set awoke on his own. She shuddered at the thought, partially hoping that she'd never come back to this tomb again.
Back at the massive underground Sanctuary, Magnus had hardly been able to keep the tomb, and the being within it, out of her mind. Jon hadn't been around, having disappeared for some reason she couldn't identify, likely due to one of his meltdowns. The random meltdowns he had were a pain for both her and him, as it would cause him to randomly teleport out, and he wouldn't return for days, sometimes weeks. She sighed, hearing the door close, the unfortunate circumstance she was in even more apparent. "What do you want Nikola?" she asked, the vampire smiling with that signature arrogance. "Oh nothing much. Just wanted to ask how things went on your polar expedition." he said, and she looked to him. "You know just as well as I do, that I will not tell you anything about my trip to Iceland." she said, and he sighed. "That's too bad. Perhaps I'll torture it out of one of your staff members. Who do you think would tell me first? Your little techy, or little ol' Will?" he asked, a sick smile on his face. Magnus frowned, glaring at him. "If you go anywhere near my staff, I will end you without hesitation." she said, and he began to laugh. "Haven't you said that before? And are I not still alive?" he asked, and she remained silent, scowling at him. "Don't make that face. It makes you look your age." he said, chuckling. "Why are you here? It can't just be to learn what I've done in Iceland." she said, and Tesla's smirk slimmed out, as if his mood changed. He opened his mouth, but a distress signal rang through an intercom she had set up in her office. Standing, she strode pass Tesla without a look or word, her main objective figuring out what could put the sanctuary in distress.
Magnus rushed to the infirmary, as the signal originated from there. She feared the worst, and her mind raced with a thousand different thoughts as she vaulted herself through the halls of the sanctuary as fast as she could. Ashley was on a routine recon mission to to investigate a group of Abnormals that had begun acting out. With all of her recent travels, she couldn't remember what kind of Abnormals they were, but she knew that they were dangerous, and that she warned Ashley to be careful. Entering the infirmary, her worst fears were realized. Ashley laid on a cot, the sheets and her clothing soaked with blood. Magnus felt herself freeze, her emotions scattered. After she thought her daughter was dead, she returned after the massive underground Sanctuary was built, and they fell into the same routine they had before Will had appeared. But for some reason, she failed, and it looked as if it might cost her her life. She rushed over to her bedside, finding her barely conscious, everything done to save her already done. "Hey Mom." Ashley weezed out weakly. Magnus felt herself tear up. "What happened?" She asked, and Ashley groaned as she tried to move. "Ambush." she said, a single word all she was able to muster. Magnus' sadness mixed with anger, helpless to think that she might die. "Who was it?" She asked, but Ashley's eyes began fluttering, the light inside them dimming. "Ashley!" she called, feeling the tears run down her face. The girl turned to her mother and smiled. "Everyone." she said, coughing, causing herself more pain and allowing blood to run down her face, giving Magnus even less hope. "Everyone?" she questioned, and realized who that meant. The Church, who hated them for their kindness to Abnormals, the Cabal, who constantly tried to capture or kill assorted residents of the sanctuary, or it's staff. And the High Council that ruled over the Sanctuary, angered by Magnus' lack of obedience, even though it was she who single handedly rebuilt the sanctuary, with no help from the Council, or anyone other than her friends and loved ones. And yet, they still managed to secure their positions in the sanctuary despite the fact that they had nothing to do with its rebuilding.
Ashley coughed and sputtered, and smiled at her Mother. "Love you Mom." she said, the light having faded from her eyes. Her body went limp, and her head lolled to one side as her eyes closed. A final breath was let out, and then, And then she stopped moving or breathing. Her vitals went blank, the long, screeching beep on the heart monitor ringing through Magnus like a thousand knives. She was frozen, the feeling of truly losing her daughter too much for her to handle at the moment, with the fact that the High Council turning against her in this way. She placed one final kiss on her daughter's forehead, walking from the room, telling the medical staff to take extreme care of her body. She walked from the room, stumbling back to her office, tears running down her face, her breathing shallow. Making it back into her office, she slumped into a chair and simply stared at the ground, time seemingly passing by slower. Her staring continued until a familiar pair of shoes came into her vision. She looked up to see Tesla, for once without his arrogant smirk on his face. "I'm so sorry for your loss." he said, sounding genuine. She stood, wiping the tears from her face and looking at him silently. He sighed. "How'd it happen?" he asked, and she shrugged. "I don't know. She said it was everyone, the church, The Council, the Cabal." she said, and Tesla frowned slightly. "It seems like you have bad luck with the letter C. What are you going to do about it?" he asked, and she frowned. "What can I do? The Cabal, Church and The council teaming up against me can only end with me losing." she said, and his signature smirk returned. "Perhaps there was something in Iceland that could help you." he said, and she froze. Set. His tomb was still untouched, and after this, she believed that she'd almost Need him.
"I mean, after all the good you've done for them, the Council strikes back at you, all because you won't bow to them. And the Cabal, repeatedly trying to destroy you, even after all of their original leaders were killed. You have to do something about it." he said, his voice like a whispering demon, telling her to wake the Abnormal, but doubt still clouded her judgment, making her unable to decide. Could she control him? Or at least direct him at her enemies? "What if I lose control of it?" she asked, not wanting to divulge too much to the vampire. "Well, then you point it away from you and sit back." he said, a smug tone to his voice. Magnus thought about it, and wondered if she should, or even could, wake Set. The material sealing him in was so thick and sturdy, she wondered if the lava from the volcano could even scratch it. "What if I cant direct it?" she asked, and Tesla chuckled. "Than you make sure it will go after your enemies after it kills you." he said, and that was the turning point. She was going to Iceland, and waking Set up from his tomb, ready to face any consequences that may arise from her decision.
Back in Iceland the next day, she trudged to the tomb with vigor, the frightening prospect of dying without letting him know of her enemies in the back of her mind. She moved with purpose, ready to do anything to avenge her daughter, even give her own life. Will and Henry followed close behind, along with Little Guy, a Neanderthalic, almost sasquatchian Abnormal, but with a longer, more pronounced face than his father, and a more humanoid gait. Entering the volcanic chamber, a thought crossed Magnus' mind. How was she going to wake him? She looked about the chamber, searching the walls for anything that looked familiar in the vampiric language across the walls. The tale from before, Power, coated one wall, while another called Love coated a second wall, and the third wall was covered with something called Legacy, and the final one called Sleep, but she found a final one called Awaken on the ceiling, the poem telling her to read it aloud. "Father of All, Never to Fall, Rise on this Day, Make the balance Sway, enter the Fray, so your children can Play. Blood shall Flow, your enemies filled with Woe, for they regret that they must reap what they Sow." she read, and the chamber to began to shake, the dense energy destroying the power crystals, but holding back the lava above. Magnus turned to her crew. "Go! Before it's too late!" she shouted, the stern tone of her voice telling her crew not to argue, much as they wanted to. As they fled, the sarchophagus shook open, the material inside melting away, slowly revealing Set's primal, ancient form. When the quivering stopped, the body of Set was visible, his arms folded over his chest similar to a mummy, only a pair of cloth trousers on his body. His body remained still, Magnus not making a move out of fear, and then, his eyes shot open, a pair of black pools with striking dark blue irises the only coloration. Magnus' breath hitched in her through, and one thought crossed her mind What have I just done? She thought as his arms slowly unfolded, the dense energy in the air thickening, the dark, primal feel enough to make Magnus lose her breath. She was scared for her life, and as he took his first steps from the sarchophagus, she wondered if there was anything on the planet that could stop him. And from the energy he oozed, she feared that there... was not.
Done! This took me nearly a week to write! Thanks you all for the support and views, reviews and everything. I hope you have a great 2k14, and that your 2k13 was as great as mine was. JIRO MUTHAFUCKIN UCHIHA THO