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Chapter 4
Francine sighed heavily, narrowing her crystal blue eyes at the setting sun. Unsurprisingly, she had been chosen as the representatives for the incubus'; she was the most powerful [seductive] of them. Her Queen had hardly spared her a glance when she told her she'd be going on a dangerous mission in representation of their race. She'd seemed more interested in the fact that there would be a boatload of men on the journey…
Incubus' and Succubus' were spread all across the globe, mostly dwelling inside during the days, and coming out at night, when the time for love was right.
She sighed again, clenching her eyes shut against the bright light of sunset. Her throat was raspy and dry from the dusty air, but her thirst remained unquenchable by water. After all, she was a succubus. She would need something much, much tastier than water.
That was initially why she'd followed the Wizard Arthur to his home; he'd had a powerful scent that had attracted the succubus.
Thinking it was an incent of love, she'd eagerly trailed after him through the woods, to his quaint cottage.
She hadn't expected him to lock her out upon finding her lounging seductively on his armchair, already half nude.
There relationship hadn't exactly gotten better from there; according to the other representatives of the World Council, the best days were the ones where they purposefully ignored each other.
No wonder he'd set up that god-awful purple force-field. Of course it was to keep her out…
Mindlessly picking her way through the shadows, the succubus was jumbled back into reality by the green flash of the setting sun. After walking for two straight days, she had arrived in Londonsgrove.
For being a rather populous town, it was unusually quiet. Of course, that was probably do to the attack only a week ago.
Coming into the dimly lit town, the succubus stared about blankly, dejected by the lack of wizarding activity.
I guess I have to spend the night outside. She sighed, looking around for a comfortable place to lye down. Tomorrow should be interesting…I wonder who the other races picked as their representatives?
The next morning, Arthur awoke with a start. Picking up his wand, he waved it about, tidying himself and the room around him.
Today was the day he would meet the rest of his crew from around the world.
Steeling himself for the day, he stepped out of his cottage, locking the door with a swish of his wand.
He'd talked with the monarch of the Wizards the day after the counsel. It had been confirmed then that he would lead the investigation.
Reaching the center of quiet town, the Wizard realized that he'd never set a specific location on where to meet him.
Oh bugger. I'd better send them a message.
Collecting the energy within himself, he shot his wand towards the sky, writing a message in the clouds.
'Meet me at town center'
"That ought to do it." He muttered to himself, taking a seat on a bench.
Almost instantaneously, a man appeared before Arthur.
"Hello!" the man practically shouted at Arthur. "I am the awesome Gilbert! Who the hell are you?"
Arthur shrank back from the man with a start, blinking rapidly.
"I beg your pardon? I'm Arthur. I'm a Wizard." He smirked. "I presume you are a vampire?"
"You got that right jerk face!" the man cackled madly. "You better hold in your period or I'll bite you sissy boy!"
"What the-?" Arthur stuttered. "Why you bloody-"
"Bonjour." A new voice interrupted. A voice that Arthur recognized. His eyes rolled back into his head in horror. "Not you too." He silently cursed him life.
"Who the hell are you?" Gilbert interrupted, turning his blood red eyes onto Francine. As always, the succubus looked gorgeous.
"I am Francine. A Sucubus." She smiled coyly, seeming to revel in her natural beauty. "Pleased to meet you." She held out a hand for the Vampire to kiss, making him cackle madly. "Boy, you know what you're doing!" he kissed Francine's hand affectionately, already taken under by her spell.
"For the love of tea-" the Wizard felt like vomiting. I don't know how many more idiots I can handle…I thought I said THE STRONGEST OF YOUR KIND! Francine is just, just AHHHH!
"Wow! And I heard I was fast!" Francine chuckled delicately. Arthur face palmed. "Hey, Arthur," Francine called, "did you know that Gilbert can run insanely fast?"
"How awesome is that?!"
"That IS how he got here first." Arthur muttered. Deftly, he cast a charm on the two, making them silent to his ears. "Much better." He sighed.
Before he knew it, a shadow descended upon the group. Looking up in disbelief, Arthur watched as a man with black wings landed beside him.
The first thing Arthur noticed was that the man was huge, and looked brutally strong. His black wings were so large they trailed on the ground.
"Hello." The new arrival smiled kindly. "I am Ivan."
With wide eyes, Arthur stuck out his hand blindly, afraid to touch the demon. "Arthur."
The demon's purple eyes seemed to glow, casting eerie shadows on his ash colored hair. His magic was suffocating, like looking into a black hole, juxtaposing his pale skin.
He gripped Arthur's proffered hand with steely strength, the muscles underneath his porcelain skin stone hard. He was ice cold to the touch.
Ivan turned to Gilbert and Francine, freezing the two in their Fanfest. "Hello." He smiled again, violet eyes glinting.
"Ello." Francine waved, obviously terrified. Even though she was a creature of the night, and dark magic, succubus' didn't mix well with demons.
If it was possible, Gilbert got even paler.
Ha. Serves you right. Arthur sneered. Now stay quiet you idiots.
"Uh…" a new voice interrupted the group. "Are you guys here for the top secret mission?" A man wearing only a pair of raggedy brown shorts crept from the back of a house, friendly green eyes sparkling.
Smiling lightly, he picked a leaf out from his hair.
Werewolf. Arthur sighed.
"I guess there's no denying it." Arthur huffed. So much for being top secret.
"I'm Arthur." Arthur stuck out his hand. The werewolf looked at it with puzzlement, then promptly lunged forward and touched noses with Arthur.
"What the-" Arthur sputtered, blushing crimson. "What the hell was that for?!"
"For a second I thought he was going to kiss Arthur." Gilbert snickered to Francine. Arthur glared at the two.
"I was just saying hello." The werewolf smiled, showing canine teeth. "I'm Antonio, by the way. Nice to meet you all."
Ivan stared at the Werewolf, towering over him. You will not touch noses with me, dog. Antonio got the message. Ivan had already put up an impenetrable wall of ice around himself.
Both Francine and Gilbert touched noses with Antonio eagerly, seeming to share a moment.
Great. Arthur thought sarcastically. Those three are going to cause a lot of trouble. But at least they get along…
"All right." Arthur clapped his hands together. "Now that we at least have some of our members here, I think we should start investigating."
"Nyet." Ivan stepped forward. "Few of our members have arrived. We should wait."
Arthur glowered at the demon. "The rest of our members are probably still continents away. If they didn't come immediately, then they're not coming today."
The Vampire, the succubus, and the Werewolf looked between the two bickering men anxiously, unsure what was going to happen.
"Okay." Ivan said evenly. "Let's start investigating. But we stay in this town, da?" an eyebrow rose threateningly.
"Right." Arthur grit his teeth. The trio let out a relieved sigh.
"What do we know so far?" Antonio asked, breaking the ice.
"Beings dressed completely in black ransacked this town after gassing it. We don't know who ordered the attack." Francine explained, snaking an arm around Gilbert.
"Do we know which direction they came from?" Ivan asked.
"No." Arthur said shortly, still smoldering. Grudgingly, he conceded. "Good point."
"I will fly above the town and see if I can spot anything from up there. You guys search the ground for any footprints." Ivan took off in a cloud of dust.
"Don't you think people will get suspicious if they see a demon flying over the town?" Gilbert asked awkwardly.
Shielding his eyes, Arthur looked up to see the huge black creature circling above him. It was definitely unnerving. Waving it off, he began walking down town center, keeping a close eye to the ground.
A moment later, a large brown dog, no, a Werewolf, sprinted past Arthur, nose to the ground.
Unwrapping himself from his cloak, Arthur plodded on more determined. Antonio would not make a fool of him again!
So I guess Antonio can change into a Werewolf whenever he wants. Arthur mused. That's extremely unusual amongst his species. I've researched the Werewolves countless times…he must be very powerful to have that level of control over his animal self.
"Amazing." Suddenly Francine was beside him, eyes glinting mischievously. "I'm not sure if you've noticed this, but Antonio exhibits light magic."
Arthur's impressive eyebrows shot skyward in surprise. He was so intrigued he even forgot to be annoyed at Francine. "That's rare that a Werewolf live off of light magic. Usually they are creatures of dark magic."
Francine nodded in puzzlement. "Already, this group is turning out to be an interesting one."
Antonio barked from up ahead, nose pointed out towards the sea.
"Did you find something?!" Suddenly Gilbert was on top of Antonio, riding him like horse. Letting out a yelp of surprise, the Werewolf rolled onto his back, crushing the Vampire.
"Uff" Gilbert coughed, wiggling out from underneath the dog. "Bucket list." He smirked, patting Antonio.
"Be calm." Suddenly Ivan descended from the sky, a huge shadow. Instantly, Gilbert and Antonio stilled, transfixed by Ivan's glowing eyes.
"Hey!" Arthur shouted, finally reaching the group. "Did you just charm them?" he asked Ivan.
Ivan turned his emotionless face to the Wizard. "No. I simply changed their emotional energy."
"Well, don't do that." Arthur looked a little miffed. "We're your teammates now. No using magic on each other!"
"Aww! That's no fun!" Gilbert crowed, already wrestling in the dirt with Antonio again.
You used magic on Francine and Gilbert earlier. Arthur chided himself. That was different – shut up! Arthur pushed the voice out of his head frantically, hoping no one noticed his brief black out. He had to be careful; no one could know-
"Anyway, what did you find Antonio?" Francine called, thankfully distracting the Werewolf.
After another summersault, the Werewolf stood up, now a man. A naked man.
"AH, put on some clothes!" Arthur ordered, averting his eyes. Having second thoughts, he grabbed Francine before the succubus could attack the nude Werewolf.
"Hehe. Sorry." Antonio chuckled, slipped on his shorts. He obviously wasn't used to wearing clothes. "Anyway, I caught a faint scent leading out to the ocean. It's different from the normal scents around the town."
"Nice." Arthur patted his companion, who seemed to purr.
Purr?
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