Disclaimer: I do not in any time, way, place, form, or kinky sexy object, own Sorcerer Hunters, and I would never presume to. All of these characters belong to their original creators or whoever happens to have bought them.
These events take place at a time between the death of Sacher Torte and the revival of Charlotte Stella. We'll say it happened during the "Retro" escapade. I am a devout reader of the manga, so the names in this story (full, correct and food based, unlike in the anime) may be unfamiliar to those who have watched the anime, so I provide this list of confusing names.
Sacher (Zaha)
Mille (Milphey)
Daughter (Dotta)
There may be others, but that's your problem not mine.
Sorcerer Hunters:
The Necromancer's Marque ByC M Forde
In the days when magic was young, when the world had never known the name Stella, great spirits were created as guardians of magic. Eastern magics had their lions and wolves, Western magic had their tigers and dragons, even Platina magic had its noble seraphim and graceful phoenix, all were embodied in these sacred beasts, all magics except for one. Necromancy. For Necromancy was a man made creation of blasphemy and greed that went against the edicts of God. Because of this, God made no guardian for the prideful Necromancers, they were the sole sorcerers of the world who lacked God's divine mandate. Jealous of the other magics, Necromancers sought to create their own guardian, but all attempts failed. The human designed creations were flawed, and fell beneath the might of the heavens. After hundreds of their creatures were destroyed, the Necromancers accepted that they could not create a creature that could match one of the divine guardians, so they took it upon themselves to steal the powers of these guardians instead. Many lives were sacrificed during the search for a spell that could overcome the divine guardians, and when it was finally created the world shook with the powers that had been summoned. Using the life blood of God himself, a small mark could be made on the skin of the Necromancer, those who possessed it could absorb the powers of the divine beasts that he had defeated and make them their own, but the spell was flawed. Instead of releasing magic, the spell absorbed it all, and once it was placed on the skin, even the greatest sorcerer would be brought down to the level of a parsoner. And while it was possible to steal the power of a divine guardian with the spell, it also removed any chance of defeating the creature in combat. And so, useless and terrible, The Necromancer's Marque became nothing more than a legend in the dusty tome of The Necronomicon, a forbidden spell that even the bravest Necromancer was wan to study.
The ocean glittered with the reflections of the noonday sun, casting glimmering fractures of light onto the pale beach sands. Marron Glace watched the waves roll tirelessly towards the shore and smiled, it was so peaceful that he could almost imagine that everything was right with the world; that he wasn't a killer. From above him he heard the call of a seagull in flight, coasting over the tranquil waters without flapping its wings, just letting the currents of air carry it through the sky, everything was as it should be.
"Hey beautiful! Wanna nap with me under the sun?" The loud, and slightly annoying voice was silenced with a sudden smack that sounded almost like a mallet connecting with a thick skull. Marron's smile disappeared; once again his brother was getting beaten by one of his true followers. He turned his head, long black hair flowing about his shoulders like a curtain of the purest night and sighed. The Misu sisters were trying to hold Carrot down, though apparently Tira was doing it for an entirely different reason than Chocolat. Carrot groaned and tried to pull himself out from under the half naked elder Misu, "Get offa me Chocolat! I'm not your sex toy!"
"But Darling!" Chocolat was now holding Carrot by the ankle as he tried to get away. "Make me yours Darling! Make me a woman!"
"Chocolat stop it! Quit acting like a tramp!" Tira was pleading with her sister, her face already a shade of red that reminded Marron of an apple.
Marron shook his head and began to walk down the beach, he had seen this spectacle so many times that he didn't even feel embarrassed anymore. Not that he was going to let anyone know that he knew them of course… He looked up at the sun and then down at the numerous sunbathers that lined the beach each year during summer, what were they thinking? Marron thanked God for his long white robe that kept the sun from tanning his pearly skin; one could get cancer like that. He paid no heed to the thousands of exposed feminine legs, or the bouncing breasts that surrounded him on all sides, and contrary to popular belief he ignored the rippling muscles and bulging Speedos of the male sunbathers as well. A few women gawked as he walked by, after all he was the perfect appearance of beauty incarnate, but he ignored them too, though with a slight blush. Sometimes he wished he could get alone, really alone where no one stared at him, or yelled, or screamed or-
"LOOK AT ME!!!!" Marron suppressed a groan as Gateau leapt out in front of him and flexed what had to be the largest muscles, not to mention largest Speedo bulge, on the beach. Once again, much too regular an occurrence. "Marron, look at me, I'm perfect!" Marron just sidestepped the giant of a man and continued walking; he was never really one for exhibitionists either. Then something really strange occurred to him, what exactly was he for? What was his type? This was a thought that had never even crossed his mind before. He continued to think as he walked, his entire mind encompassed in the startling revelation that he hadn't ever had a thought about sex in his life. In fact, so encompassed was he in this new dilemma that he didn't even see the poor girl until he walked into her and knocked them both flat.
"Sorry about that, I was lost in thought…" He looked up to see what a very grievous error he had just made. Sitting on her butt a few feet from him was a young woman dressed all in black from her head to her feet, the only exposed skin on her body her face and hands. Around her waist she wore the sacred sunburst of the Stella Church, and above her large brown eyes were a pair of dark eyebrows, his only clue as to the color of her hair, because the rest of her head was covered in a wimple. Marron almost cringed, "Sister, I'm so sorry." As ungracefully as was possible for Marron, which was actually more graceful than Carrot had ever been in his life, he got to his feet and offered the lady his hand. "Please, allow me to help you up, it's the least I can do."
The woman smiled kindly and let Marron pull her up, sand falling from her habit in a beige waterfall, "It's alright really, I should've been paying attention." After she brushed herself off, she offered Marron her hand again, "I'm Sister Rice."
Marron smiled, despite this rather informal introduction, and bowed deeply, "Marron Glace, it's a pleasure to meet you." He was a good foot taller than Rice, maybe more, but somehow he felt that if they stood next to each other in a line she could see clear over his head. "Is there anything I can do to make up for this?"
The woman smiled and shook her head, "Don't worry about it, it happens all the time." Her grin took on an impish gleam, "I mean, don't tell me you haven't noticed, but not a lot of people can see me if I'm standing next to them." She hopped up on her tiptoes and poked him in the chest; the top of her wimpled head didn't even reach his chin. "And you're a pretty tall guy after all, it wasn't your fault."
Marron had never really seen a girl who acted like this towards him before, except for that ghost but he didn't think that counted. "Well I'm glad that you're alright, but I have to get going now." He started to step around her, but she barred his path, gracefully moving in front of him before he could get anywhere.
"Where you going?" Once again, her face held a tone of mischief that was hard not to notice, "And don't lie to me, I know that Mama wouldn't like that."
The Eastern Sorcerer blinked in surprise, "How do you know Mama?"
"I live at the palace." He answer was accompanied by a stern look into Marron's eyes. "I've seen you walking around there, I know all about the Glace family. You're probably going out to fornicate with women and wile them with your inhuman beauty. Well I assure you that I won't let that happen!" She muttered something under her breath, Marron thought it might have been something about 'not other women' but he couldn't be sure. Without warning, the young nun snatched hold of his arm and refused to let go, despite all of the blushing that Marron did. "No sir, you and me are going to be together until I see you home tonight, no fornicating for you."
Marron's face turned even redder, "Really, I think you're thinking of my brother Carrot. In fact he's-" Marron was cut off by a very loud and obnoxious wail from somewhere behind him.
"SERIOUSLY?! ALRIGHT, I GOT A DATE!!!" Marron froze, there was no way he had just heard that. Slowly, and very very carefully, he turned around to see Carrot latched onto a very pretty blonde woman wearing a black cape and scabbard and looking kindly at her new pet. Immediately, Marron caught a bad feeling from the woman, something about this wasn't right, there was something very wrong with this girl, besides actually saying yes to his brother.
Out of the corner of Marron's eye, he could see Tira and Chocolat frozen in shock as well. This was definitely a first for Carrot, or maybe a second, but once again he didn't think that rodent thing counted. Then the woman looked at him, this beautiful blonde with 'Vivacious' seeming to exude from every pore, and Marron felt his blood run cold. He had felt this before, once, when he had met the necromancer with Mille. Instantly his hand went into his sleeve, pulling out an Ofuda scroll marked with symbols of enchantment. With his free arm he pushed Rice away from him and tossed the scroll at the woman, his voice echoing out across the beach. "Phoenix Inferno!" The Ofuda burst into a huge bird of flame, screaming in rage as it shot towards the woman. She didn't even flinch. A quick move of her hand brought out a wave of sickly black liquid that enveloped the bird and extinguished its fire, the poison of the necromancer. A shout from above caught his attention, and he saw another necromancer flying towards him, a sword in his outstretched hand, but he wasn't aiming for Marron, he was aiming for Rice.
Marron did the only thing he could do, and interceded between the two. For a moment he thought he might be able to pull an Ofuda, but no, it was too late. Marron Glace watched as the sword embedded itself deeply into his chest and something like his heart stopping rocked Marron to the core. He looked down at his death blow and almost smiled. Strange, it didn't seem to hurt at all………
To Be Continued…..