Hi everyone!!! I'm back!!! I really don't have much to say but thank you for reading my new Act II. This story is a continuation of my last fic 'Descent into the Darkness'. I promise, this one will not be a horror story and will be much better (More action, explosions, deaths, mass murders for no clear and apparent reason at all, etc…). Also this will be more explanatory. I know…I know, I just left DD (that's the nickname for Descent into the Darkness) hanging, but my last chapter was a good and sufficient ending for an Act I, I think. Anyways, just expect more OS as I expect more reviews from you, the readers.
This fic is dedicated to Mercy Angel; she was the only one who can understand my hectic life in school. Fell free if you want to add your own character or something of the sort…
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I am nothing but a grouchy grouch on Mondays.
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Descent into the Darkness
Act II: Sin Harvester/Sin Curer
Written by: Ansem Revived
Wizards and Casters
I'm free...the years will come back to you.
Urt shifted in her bed, her brow sweating.
There will be no need to travel to Tenrei to kill you and the other two, the door is open and the Maiden is finding a vessel herself...You see, we both have let the mana inundate us. She is trying her best to find away to stop me without being overwhelmed too much while I, on the other hand, have descended into the darkness. I already have a suitable vessel that has met my standards; I will let him have his way with me for a while. Until then, you, Ark, and Hadul will regret what you did 250 years ago...
The woman shot straight up in her bed, eyes wide with fear. "This can't be...my beauty..." Urt pulled on the nearby call rope outside her bed curtains. "It shouldn't be able to start now..." She turned her head towards the foot of her bed, hearing a soft knock on her door outside the violet curtain.
"Mistress Urt, are you okay? Do you need any assistance?" A small, timid voice spoke quietly through the door.
"Yes, come in."
A female servant came in wearing a pink kimono, her eyes filled with tiredness. She stifled a yawn.
"I'm so sorry. You should be sleep; forgive me for waking you up."
The servant stared at the purple silhouette on the curtains, "No worries, I serve you ma'am. I will do anything you say."
"Thank you. Now listen to me very carefully, I want you to open the curtain and look at me. If I look any different, even by the smallest detail, I want you to contact Ark and Hadul."
The girl knew better than to question her Mistress's orders, no matter how immature they were. She slid her hand through the linen of the curtain and opened it up.
Urt was bundled up in her violet, silk covers. Her pink eyes were filled with concern. The servant seemed to focus on those eyes the moment she opened the curtain.
"There is a small wrinkle."
"Where?!?!" Urt's voice was stiff.
"Under your right eye. I've never seen it before. You don't need to worry about it. Its hardly noticeable and you still look catching," said the servant with a smile.
There was a long pause as the two stayed silent, almost as if each one was scared to speak.
Urt broke it; "I have a message for the other priests. Can I trust you to deliver it to them right away?"
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Time seemed to stand still…
cold…
alone…
vacant…
Harry seemed to feel nothing around him, he felt weightless.
"Harry…"
"Harry…please open your eyes. Look at where you are! Look at what you can do!"
Harry was fast asleep. Upon hearing a gleeful voice, he steadily opened his eyes. "Thomas…is that you? What happened to me? Am I still alive? Did I do it?"
All Harry saw was darkness. "This is my darkness…isn't it? Where are all the people?"
He was right; he didn't see anybody, not even Ron or the child. Harry also noticed something else…bright, small lights and a curious chill around him. He also noticed he was floating calmly in one place. "Thomas, what's going on?"
"My, my…you really ask a lot of questions." A hand placed itself on Harry's shoulder; this caused him to take in a sharp breath. He turned around quickly. His eyes widened at whom he saw.
"T-T-Thomas," stuttered Harry. "You're surprised? I thought so…forgive me for startling you. You really need to learn to always look behind your back. You can never know when some person might attack." Thomas was floating right in front of Harry. The outlaw reached out to touch him to see if he was real, seeing as how Thomas was nothing but a voice in his mind a while ago. Harry grabbed Thomas's collar. Thomas smiled, "This is how I'm going to be for now on, so no more mysterious voices!" Harry backed off, filled with excitement. He looked at Thomas's attire. It was different from his attire at the apartment but it was a lot catchier. He wore a black button-up long-sleeve shirt with matching black pants. Thomas's shoes were now of the sparkling black church type instead of ragged Nikes. Over all this, he wore a fancy leather white long coat that reached down to his feet. This made Harry question: "Where did you get the duds?"Thomas's expression turned solemn. His eyes widened as he glared at Harry. "Don't worry about that…just be glad that you're still alive. We have a lot to accomplish, but so little time to do so."
Harry stared back at Thomas. Now with eyes more viewable, his friend looked imposing; Harry almost wanted to back away from him. Thomas's eyes were now darker than the last time he seen him in person. He had no iris in an eye whatsoever, just a large, black pupil within milky white. Harry thought that since it was so dark, he couldn't see right. He probably just has dark brown eyes that are all shadowed up.
The cheerful Thomas was now permanently gone from the conversation. "Do you know what you have done?"
"Yes, I do and you should have known, too. I destroyed the space station," Harry extended his arm, "now give me what I want…"
Thomas chuckled, "Who do you think you are? If it wasn't for me, you'll still be in that backwater city. If it weren't for me, you would be locked up in your apartment as we speak and wouldn't know a fucking shit about your untapped power," regardless of his raising voice, Thomas kept his face. "And you know what? If it wasn't for me, you would have been dead a short while ago!"
What's his problem? Harry remained silent.
"Look what's under your feet. Realize everything."
Harry did so, expecting to only see nothing but darkness and the ominous speckles of light.
"Oh my god!"
Chunks of metal, shards of glass, remains of stone buildings, unearthed trees…dead people were swaying gently around each other, practically in revolutions. It was almost like a large, invisible, and weak tornado was slowly twisting the debris.
"What a second…if Magusser is down there…" Harry instantly wrapped his hands around his neck shrieking, "I'M IN SPACE! I'M GOING TO DIE! YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN, YOU BASTARD!!!" Harry took in deep breaths after figuring out where he was…deep breath? "How is it that I'm still breathing?"
A light smirk appeared on Thomas's hard face, "Now…you have finally seen what darkness can do for you other than create servants, it can help you… You just need to awaken it, harness it enough so that you can do anything you desire…"
This was what Harry's been waiting for, the chance to actually use this power in a situation like the one he was in now. A feeling of curiosity took over him, he didn't remember giving out a command for air. "Why did the darkness react the way it did? I was knocked out."
Thomas answered, "The darkness will do whatever the one needs, not want. Darkness can only function when one is in a life-threatening situation, such as the one you are in now, Harry. No one can survive in open space such as yourself, but you proved that you don't fear the darkness by destroying a populated area single-handedly, thus making the darkness spare you from an untimely fate as it will always do for now on…"
Harry understood perfectly. "So, you're saying that every time I'm about to die, my darkness will save me?"
"Exactly. Your darkness…"
The outlaw's mind was racing with thoughts of amazement. I'm practically invincible…no one can kill me. I can do anything I want, go anywhere I want…destroy anybody… Harry was in splendor. This was nothing Gwen Khan or Hazanko and the Kei pirates could give him. He could create a guardian by stealing a soul from a dead body and still breath in space…
Gene…Melfina…images appeared within his mind…he was floating in his own pool, all alone…his pool…warm and comfortable…the one he was in for all his life…his happiness…the one he tried to share with Melfina. But then he came…the outlaw. He yanked her away…No! She accepted his…outstretched hand and left him. After all he's done… She will pay the consequences just as him…
"Snap out of it…what ever you're thinking. I have something to give you that I think will help you a lot," said Thomas.
"What is it?" Harry blinked himself out of his trance.
"Remember this?" Thomas raised his right arm and closed his eyes tightly; a purple haze from nowhere started to circle around it.
He extended his hand, "Grab hold."
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Jim flipped to channel after channel; all had the same special report.
Channel 5: Magusser 9 destroyed
Channel 8: Space Station annihilated
Channel 17: Terrorist attack? Magusser 9's final hour
Channel 28: 1,000,000+ casualties in space
"God…what happened?" Jim started go and awaken Mr. Jack-Ass up; it wasn't all the time a space station is destroyed from the inside.
A faint rumbling sound caught the boy's attention, "Finally." A few minutes later, Gene Starwind waltzed down the stairs, wearing striped blue-and-white boxers and a sleeveless T-shirt. He was grooming his red hair lazily. "Hi partner."
If I say something about his sleeping in, I'm just going to waste valuable air, thought Jim. "Hey Gene. Come over here and check out what's on TV."
Gene jumped onto the couch and snatched the control from Jim. "I ain't watching a nerdy computer shopping network or nothing."
Jim crossed his arms; "Fine…you'll see the same stuff on every channel no matter how much you hit that little arrow."
The TV made revolutions, all showing a newscaster or pictures of space. "What's going on?"
"If you'd stop, we might see 'What's going on'," said Jim sarcastically.
"Shut up…" Gene turned to channel 17. Smart-ass.
A woman in a purple dress suit appeared, sitting in front of another picture of an area of space. The brunette's tightly filled blouse seemed to catch the outlaw's eye:
"Last night, at exactly 12:15 am, a great tragedy occurred… Magusser 9, the pinnacle of early space exploration and living environment has been destroyed. Nothing such as this has ever happened since the Saint Millstone rigged explosion by Ctarls 17 years ago. Magusser 9, a city in the stars, held over a million people, possibly ten million. There were no survivors; everyone died a secret death. No one knew what was going to happen when they woke up to start the day, no one knew what was going to happen while they were just doing they're jobs…no one knew nothing…
"The space forces did a investigation a few minutes after the incident. Among the rubble, a single .38 bullet was found floating where the center of Magusser had once been. They claim that it was suicidal terrorist attack. Most likely caused by a race other than human beings. The officials haven't stated anything about who the suspects are, but they only said that this might lead to another war against the Ctarl-Ctarl Empire. We give our condolences to all of the people who had loved ones living on Magusser 9. Whoever did this killed a surpassing amount of innocent people and children. Infants, toddlers, teens…all had a bright future…"
"Who would do such a thing?"
Gene just stared blankly, "I don't know, Jim…I really don't know…"
Just then, the old gears started to creak in the bounty hunter's mind. They haven't functioned since he and his crew first heard of the Galactic Leyline. A destroyed space station with no suspects but probably with a connection with the Ctarl-Ctarl… This could be worth millions...
"Jim…I think I can finally see that big job I talk about all the time."
Jim glared at Gene, "Don't ever mention 'Big job' to me again! Hell, I'm surprised that we even have working electric, heat, and water after all your idiotic waiting of you 'Big job'! We're lucky we have Aisha and Suzuka to actually lend us some wong for the building!!!"
Gene got up and proceeded into the kitchen. "Calm down. You haven't even heard what my plan. Oh! I see that you left some coffee in the machine. Thanks."
Jim switched the TV off. He slackened off his anger, "So…what is this job?"
The 12-year old genius could hear Gene rumbling through the cabinets for a mug. "You heard the woman, the space forces said that the Ctarl did it."
Jim sighed, "She said that the space forces said that there might be another war. You're jumping the gun, Gene. The space forces are probably thinking that Earth will jump to conclusions and blame the Ctarl-Ctarl for something they might didn't do at all. And plus, the Saint Millstone explosion was only caused by a group of Ctarl that had a strong feeling of pride; they only wanted to kill enough humans to claim that we were lower life-forms compared to them, that's what I've heard."
Gene found a big white one with a traditional Mickey Mouse outline on the surface. "You gotta point there. That group of Ctarl terrorists was caught by the Empire and was executed on public television. I was thinking about finding some info about whoever destroyed the space station and give it to the Earth Vanguard for a large cost, of course. You see, I can think of ideas to get money without all of us getting shot at." Gene grinned as he turned the coffee maker back on.
If it weren't so dangerous for this solar system, that really would have been a good plan. It's nice to see that he has grown a lot more responsible these past months. Wait a second…what about Melfina?
"Gene, I've been wanting to ask you something for a while. Try not to be offended by it, however which way you take it."
"Oh my goodness!" Gene walked over to Jim. He knelt down on one knee and grabbed the blonde-haired kid by his shoulders. Gene looked directly into the hazel eyes. "Has my dear Jim finally discovered something about girls other than kindness and a great personality? Do you find yourself talking to a female in the face; then, very slowly, you look at her chest? Do you happen to look at a woman's ass every time they walk by you? I think it's about time I told you about the birds and the bees."
"KNOCK IT OFF, WILL YA!" Jim's face turned red. Gene was sprawled out across the floor laughing his head off, holding his chest. "I WAS JUST GOING TO ASK YOU ABOUT MEL!!! YOU KNOW SHE'S BEEN ON THAT ROOF, HARDLY EVER COMING DOWN!!!"
Gene seemed to ignore every word Jim said for he was now out of breath, laughing silently and wheezing.
What a maroon. And I still can't believe that he owns half this company…
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Goddamn, it took me TWO WEEKS to finish writing this. Anyway, read and review! Hope you enjoyed the start of the beginning of the conflicts and crap like that…
Ansem Revived