A thin coil of smoke left his slightly parted lips, a cigarette etched between his finger. Onlookers might see this attractive man alluring, seeing as he was leaning against the rail of the bridge and watching the sunset with such wistful eyes.
Cross Mariam is honestly a very tired, tired, man. All he wants to do is find any horizontal surface and fucking lay down on it and sleep. The nearest one would be the pavement but if he gets his uniform dirtied then there would be more effort in the future. He wonder when was the last time he slept? Maybe it was before the General's meeting a month ago, but then there had been a banshee accident so Cross doubted that.
His vision is getting hazy, and the nicotine isn't helping him getting his usual hype, but then again, the buzz had died like a fortnight ago. He was sure though, that there was a demos making fun of him, and even without his vision Cross could practically feel it's though from a mile's away. That little shit.
He pulled out his weapon -a pistol made for precise hits- aimed and pulled the trigger.
Cross sigh, feeling exhaustion seeping through his bone, maybe firing that bullet was a stupid idea since he doesn't have the energy to regenerate his magic and yet, he wasted it by exorcising a lesser spirit.
Cross wants to sleep, maybe he should just jump over the bridge and get over it.
A jolt of electricity went up his arm, Cross glares at the stupid gun in his hand.
"Fine, fine, you little shit. Let's just get it over with," Talking to Judgement like that when it's still in his weapon is one of the greatest joy of life but once that little shit change into his humanoid one... It's ear grating. Judgement, as expected didn't say anything about his choice of words, Cross was thankful he cut their mind link.
But to be honest, there's nothing here, Cross has surveyed this town and the exact location he was ordered to. There's nothing here. No demon, no angel, not even a goblin market. This town is perfectly clean and pure, and humane. Nothing-
Ah, shit.
Cross gags, covering his mouth to prevent him from puking his intestines out, his cigarette falls down and was washed away by the river below. He wonders how he could not sense the magic, it's so thick and smells so awful. And fuck, he recognize what magic it is, it's not even black magic, it's necromancy. And judging by how awful it smells, the witch must be a powerful one to be able to contain such amount of rotten magic.
Cross knows why he was sent here, but he's going to nag his higher up for giving him such jobs. Sure, Cross was a necromancer, and still remembers it like the back of his hand, but he doesn't deal with that shit anymore. He's magic is entirely the opposite of necromancy. It's going to end badly.
Cross hopes that if something explodes, it would take his life away too so he can finally rest for-
Judgement shots him with electricity again.
"You fucking shit," Cross mumbles as he starts walking, heading towards the source of the magic.
And no, Cross is not excited, not at all. It's just for a fact that Necromancer or the people of use necromancy had been extinct for the couple of decades.
No, Cross is not excited
You might know this by know, but, Cross is a very tired man, a very tired human being.
Seeing a child, so young and innocent, in the middle of a circle at a forgotten grave simply made his exhaustion come back. Cross recognize the runes the kid was using, he recognize the spell, and even the chanting. This was all textbook facts. Heck, there was a book right at the edge of the circle, wide open to show the exact same runes this kid was using.
The kid doesn't even notice Cross walking behind him, heck he doesn't even notice the sound the Cross makes when he plops onto the ground and sigh, very loudly. Cross wonders why he's still twenty-one. Oh, right, he's a deathless. No wonder he's still twenty-one.
Cross doesn't even do anything aside from observing the kid. Besides, it's not as though he could do anything, the runes was already activated when he came and interfering would be a bad, very bad idea. But the kid had already draw a confinement ward around him, a strong one at that, so at least the little shit was prepared if anything bad was going to happen.
Maybe Cross should also draw a safety ward, but then, if anything goes wrong he should save the kid's ass since yeah, it's a strong confinement ward but it's not enough to hold against the blast. Cross knows that, he experience it. So by doing that ward then he would have to go out of it and the spell would break and it would be a waste of magic. And honestly, he's to tired to do anything aside from watching and observing.
The kid looks focus, which is not much of a surprise since if one things goes wrong then boom, the whole town goes along with him. And the Abyss accident would repeat itself, and Cross would be he one who will have to clean it up since he's deathless at this point and it is his fucking job to maintain it's safety. It's a miracle he hadn't jump on the kid by this point, but his magic and that kid's magic would instantly out one another and would cause a lot of explosion. And again, the safety of he fucking town. And Cross swear if that actually happens he's going to become a necromancer again and will revive the kid and will kill him again since life is unfair to him.
The kid misses a verse from the spell and has to start over again. Cross groan and pulls his hair. But he can't blame the kid cause that's the exact verse that he too had once forgotten when he too did the exact same thing as a child. And fuck, the kid has red hair. Did he go to the past or something or is he in Dreamland and that's a fucking Nightgaut cause fuck, it's a bad memory for him. But that child is not him, the kid's too pale and has too bright hair.
"Moj jedan tvoj jedan razmenimo," the kid recites.
Cross freeze, and instantly lunge at the kid cause he fucking knows what this shit is pulling. He's trying to summon an angel, and the whole town is going to be a sacrifice. No wonder the smell was so strong even at the edge of the city, everything here was going to be used as sacrifice to a higher spirit. And no wonder there was angelic magic mixed with his summoning runes. Cross should had picked that up, but his mind was too tired to connect the dots.
"Burn," the kid command. Burning the sleeves of Cross coats, but that's the least of his worries know. He just messed up a ritual, one that is meant to summon an angel, with the runes and spell still activated cause the base of the magic is still necromancy and he is experience enough to know that it can't be deactivated. "What are you doing? You're gonna kill us all!" The kid trashed in his arms.
"That was your plan anyway!" Cross bits back, mildly annoyed. Judgement burned against his waist, the holster getting heavier and heavier. Cross throws the damned gun out of the circle, at least there'll be less reaction.
"At least, I would be alive," Yeah, one survivor is better then none at all. Cross is stupid, but he's creative.
"Confinement wards," Cross shots, throwing the kid out of the circle. He came tumbling on the ground but at least landed properly, good, he's trained. Cross could deal with that later. "Make a lot of confinement circle, the Dante's one,"
The kid, silver eyes wide with horror. "You're crazy," he gasped.
"At least I'm not the one summoning an angel with a town as bait," Cross replies snarky, he's already drawing runes in the air, using his magic as ink.
The kid smirk, a silver blade at his palm, bleeding crimson. "True,"
There's no need to say anything, Cross give full attention to the broiling mess before him. The outburst is already being confined by the runes that was already drawn, but it can't hold out too long, he could already see the cracks giving away the invisible, magical, wall. It might take a couple more minutes, heck even a couple second since angelic magic is involve, but either way, it needs to be taken care fast.
Cross cut his wrist, his blood should be able to deter some magic and deadman's blood is basically a nullifier. The escaped energy sizzles when it comes in contact with his blood, he smirks, this might be fun. Cross drew a ward along his sleeveless arm, bullshitting his spell since this will end badly, why not add some humor? He could feel Judgement face palming through their contract.
"You choose me dear, you can't go back," Cross sings in a dulcet tone, aware that Judgement can hear everything the comes out of his mouth. Regret was his reply, Cross snickers a little.
He's going to turn partially into a demon and run into the circle, hopefully his very presence might nullified everything and stops it. Seeing the spell on his arm, the kid whistles appreciatively, but he doesn't say anything else except chanting the spell for Dante's Confinement runes. Lately, he's decision had been a trainwreck but that's probably one month of no sleeping catching up to him.
Cross pushes his glasses up his nose bridge, getting a smudge of blood on it's lenses. But who cares, if calculation is done right , then everything would explode the moment he even touches the circle. The odds are about 87 percent, Cross can't wait for the eighty-seven to happen.
At the other side, the kid gave off a nod and Cross replies with a thumbs up. He runs into the circle.
Just as expected it blew up, but all the Confinement runes had absorb the blast. He should take back necromancy, revive Dante with it and thank him for creating spells, runes and wards. But that would defeat the purpose of quitting it so Cross decided against that. Nothing had leaked out of the runes and everything was managed to be contained. He died, it's no shocking, but he's a deathless so he's already back in the living realm.
White, it was blinding when Cross opens his eyes, Cross groans as he rolled on his back. His migraine was killing him all over again, and Cross whish he should just die instead of feeling the worst hangover in the history of mankind. Something was rubbed on his head, probably Baku potion since his screaming head had tones it down a bit. At least it's manageable to open his eyes.
He nearly died again from a heart attack when he saw the kid, with white hair this time, it came past his earlobe, uneven, most likely cut with something dulled since the summoning spell had required some part of the summoner's body.
"It turned white," the kid says as he took a lock of his hair, before letting it go. "Probably because the angelic magic was too heavy for me-" he smiles awkwardly "-Uhh... I don't know if I should thank you or cursed you, but I guess other people would have the same reaction if they saw me using that-" his smiles falter a bit, a loss of words "-magic"
Cross nods through all of it. "Confine-I am here to command-bind"
The kid's eyes widen in surprise as his limbs becomes locked, unable to move. And yet the smile was still plastered on his face. "I didn't know you had some magic left," the corner of his lips did not went up to his eyes.
Cross stretches his limps, yawning wildly. He grabs his glasses at the side of the bed -he just realize he was on a bed- and wore it, the blood print is not longer there so that means the kid cleaned it for him. So Cross is going to be more merciful to him.
"Why the fuck are you trying to summon an angel?" Cross ask, barely blinking at the unchanging expression.
"You shouldn't stuck your nose in other's business," the kid replies and Cross wonders whether he should or should not bind that mouth of his too since it's doing nothing but spout shit since the first moment he saw him. "And you should rest, even deathless gets tired,"
"Sleep,"
Cross should bind the mouth, he should had known why he was given the Baku potion since it's ingredients is expensive as hell and no one would waste it on a stranger. Cross should care as he watch the kid move his limbs freely, as he knows the he's out of energy from the stunt he pulled earlier. And you'd need runes for that spell because he's not a fucking siren. Cross should, but he's a very tired man.