Hello Dolly, and everyone else for that matter a very special thanks to CJB, Snake, and BartWLewis for the warm welcome back, and Bart, in the name of the Merc it shall be done.
As Sam fell with the woman held tight in his arms he did something he rarely did anymore, he focused inside himself , to the sources of his power. He stood before a trio of the thrones, no… he sat on a pillar in front of the three thrones, each throne held a man, in the center a middle aged one with long black hair and a pair of black wings similar to the ones he was currently using, the one on the left of the middle throne sat a Jackal headed man, any child in the world would know the face of Anubis. The man on the right throne held a wolf headed man, he was lean muscled dressed in a white skirt, sandals and a large golden collar that hung down to his sternum. These were the trio of gods that Sam had come to conquer and take dominion over, these were his power.
"What brings you here, Campione?" Anubis tilted his head like a dog when it saw something odd, "You haven't seen us in decades."
"… I'm scared… I… I need assistance." All three of the once powerful deities looked at Sam; he now had their full attention. "I… I don't know if I'll be strong enough…"
The laughter that filled the air was deafening as all three gods threw back their heads in laughter, the middle one Boreas was the next to speak.
"You have conquered three of the Old Gods and yet you still fear?" the black haired winged god threw his hands wide. "You control the very northern wind itself boy and you are near the home of those winds."
The wolf headed god stood and approached Sam a bow and a Khopesh seemed to materialize in his hands even as he kneeled before the Campione. The God could have been a twin to Anubis if the fur was black instead of a deep gray, Wepwawet the Egyptian god of war, and hunting, the one who finds a way… the first of the Gods that Sam had conquered.
"You are a true warrior and huntsmen, your mark will always be hit, the pathways have always been open to you." The Kneeling god rose and touched Sam on the forehead with the middle and pointer finger of his right hand. "Now go, Campione, you have more thrones to fill."
Sam's eyes snapped open as well as his wings, catching a thermal Sam smirked at the glowing golden orb below him, looking at the Lily in his arms Sam knew what had to be done.
As Ron landed his aura dissipated into the air around him leaving him in darkness, where he was always free to act, free to do what he did best. Ron slung the case off of his shoulder and setting it down unlocked the clasps opening it to reveal a set of guns, slipping two pistols a revolver and a .45 magnum onto his belt. Ron ran a hand over the rifle pulling it out of its case slipping the barrel into place with a click and slipping a magazine into place he cocked back and released the lever loading the first 7.62x51 mm round as he slipped the suppressor and the scope into place. Throwing the strap of the bandolier over his shoulder Ron pulled his hood and mask into place as he began to movie silently towards the camp stopping about 400 meters away and dropping to a prone position overlooking the gatehouse Ron dropped the tripod and began looking for a shot. The germen made HK was near silent as he aimed for several shots in quick succession, timing it with calm breathing ten men lost their life in about twenty seconds. Picking the rifle back up shifting his the pistol grip and moving forward silently, no alarms had gone off as of yet.
As Sam landed on the top of one of the towers letting Lily down he drew out his staff and a revolver…there were so many dead… so many lost souls that needed to be put to rest… and he would put them to rest later. For now Sam watched Ron move, the boy could handle himself through any of the martial threats this place might throw at him, Sam was here for anything else. Seeing a shift in the areas miasma Sam expanded his wings out again almost having them double in size throwing his own presence over the area, anything supernatural would lock onto this new aura of power, greedy creatures in search of what they would think would be an easy meal. A cold hard wind started blowing in from the north a storm forming on the horizon.
As Ron made his way through the camp he was careful to use his blade as much as possible keeping the noise to an absolute minimum. Despite the growing list of kills Ron remained calm, they were enemies, they could, no they would harm those who he cared about he wouldn't let anyone else fall to that. Finally approaching the central area he saw Demenz standing with several men over the women set around the main square, a low chanting started up from the loud speakers, a storm was rolling in. A large group of men seemed to appear out of nowhere rushing the hooded Stoppable clearing his mind Ron sent to work it almost felt like he was moving slow, like he was in the middle of Katas as he slipped around people his breathing an even tempo as he moved around slipping under bullets and shock spears slipping around a strike before using his free hand to grab a weapon thrusting it into the incoming assailant behind him. Ron was calm, Ron was Collected, Ron was balanced. Fnishing all of the targets near him Ron slipped his blade back into it's back sheath even as he drew his two side arms.
Sam watched appreciating the speed that Stoppable seemed to move around the field, if he blinked he would have lost Sight of Ron then all of a sudden all of the remaining would be assailants dropped sounding like Ron only pulled the trigger once. The sound of the gunfire drew Dementor's gaze from high on the watchtower that he had set himself in his two guards slumped in to the wall behind him blood leeking from the perfect circle in the middle of their foreheads. Demenz sneared down at the fool on the ground what did he have to fear, in a moment the power of an Archangel would be his to control. Walking up to the Microphone Demenz began to chant in Latin.
"Lucerna invoco scientia inter septem unam viribus invoco tenentem in virtute et scientia et de terrae deus proximum." Sam realized what was going on sending a bolt of power towards the small chanting man, The fool was going to summon one of the seven, here and try to claim it. "Dico per Dominum manisfitation meridie sol potestatis. Translatione dico imperandi, In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Exite, et flammeum Achangel Uriel palmarum."
The women all awoke crying in pain as the storm boiled over and lightning crashed around the camp. Ron stood dropping the spent guns Ron reached over his shoulder drawing his blade his eyes never leaving the now smiling yellow midget. Ron felt himself calm his anger pulling itself in and reforged itself, rage would be useless here. Sam dropped to the ground next to him his wings flapping open wide as an Angel started to form behind him.
"Ron do you believe in Angels and Demons?" Sam's voice was a little dark as the man also dropped a revolver arming himself with his ebony wand and a long single edged blade, the blade was curved slightly a soft glow was on it.
"I'm Jewish." Ron looked as the girls all collapsed as a being seemed to form in the center of the triangle that the girls formed. It was easily twice the size of a man a pair of blood red wings sprouted from its back as it held a book in one hand and a flaming blade in the other. "But I did pay attention in religion classes… "
"Then you know less than nothing. " The angel finally formed behind Sam letting out a below that caught the other angels attention away from Dementor, this Angel was at least as tall as Uriel Jet black wings faded to a burning red as it held a spear in one hand and a blade in the other lightning seemed to snake down the lance where the Blade seemed to radiate a fire of its own. "Angels are old gods, gods who have been able to keep power by slipping under the power of another in the guises of an assistant. I can keep the angel at bay, you need to stop Dementor. Go."
Sam Charged at the angel trying and failing to fully remember all of the past names of Uriel, domains, powers, abilities… he couldn't remember he wouldn't win this fight unless he could stall longenough for Ron to break the connection. A woman with silver hair seemed to appear casting a blue circle of magic that exploded water at the Archangel. Skimming to a stop the woman stood fully her silver hair swaying in the wind as Lily also Jumped down her own Purple spell circle casting chains of water around the creature pulling it to the ground. Sam was a lucky bastard to have his girls, Lily and Anna were here both strong knights and stronger spell wielders Sam allowed his Dominance to spread soon taking in the entire courtyard keeping both Ron and Dementor out. The women walked up to him.
"I empart my knowledge." Anna brushed a stray hair from Sam's face before leaning forward and kissing him, her knowledge her power flowed into him charging the air around him all of a sudden the glimmer of paths opened up to him. As Anna broke the kiss she smiled and stepped back.
"I give you my Knowladge." Lily did the same as more power and even more knowledge poured into him several of the paths growing brighter… but there were still too many options. Then Sam felt a touch on his cheek, his Kat had joined them, she seemed to slip into his arms and without speaing kissed him as well.
Sam's eyes opened a bright golden flame appearing in his eyes as he found it, the piece he had been missing, this fight was his. Holding his blade point forward it began to glow with a raging gold and silver flame his Anubis wand also beginning to glow in golden light. Uriel… No that's not who he was…
"I know you," Sam smirked as he held the woman in his arms close her raven black hair flying behind her at the power of his aura. The angel stopped and turned in fear that the words that were said. Even as it tried to back up golden chains rose out of the ground tying it down even as the cold north wind blew around the angel extinguishing it's flames. "I know you, Hermes Trismegistus son of Zeus, I know you Thot the Recorder of Knowledge, I know who you Asmodeus the serpent are and I demand your power… through conquest."
With a simple slash the Angels head rolled off of its body.
Ron Climbed the steps three and four at a time he was out of rounds his blade drawn and his mask off, slowly his aura was building around him as he burst through the door to find that he and Dementor were staring at each other across a large hole, that took up the entire middle of the guard station, how did Dementor get over there.
"It seems I have you trapped Heir Schtopable, I must say that I um very suprized zat it vas you uf all peoples to have gotten so very very far, I am sorry to hear of Frauline Possible, she vas a goot woman… but zat means nahsing here." Demenz pulled out a pair of lugars pointing them at Ron. "I cannot let you schtop me here little Juden, I vish I could have let you live but Ich cant." Ron had tuned the man out since the beginning looking around for his answer… finding it Ron's building aura exploded around him casting the entire room in an amber light he found it, the piece he had missing. Dementor fired again and a again but Ron ran straight over the gap his blade seeming to whip around him cutting bullet after bullet in half before he slid to a stop infont of Demenze the splash of blood flying forward and sizzling aginst the golden sphere that enveloped the courtyard. As if that was a sign the sphere disintegrated the angel on its knees slowly dissipating. Sam held a woman in his arms that Ron hadn't seen before and Lily had another woman next to her, this must be the Anna and Katherine mentioned in the jet.
Ron Jumped over the edge of the building and went to find his girls, thankfully they were all together, taking a step towards him he began to fall. Then the world shifted again.
Thus endeth the chapter, as it should with Ron passing out... do you think he's fed up with that yet?
