Title: The Celestial House - Duckworld: The Shadow, The Spy and The Orphan
Narrative Arc 1: Welcome to Mad Duckworld, dear hero and dancer
Episodes 1: The madman, the angel and the ducks (I)
Chapter 1: Escape from Purgatory
Complete premise of the story: The Wizarding World knows me as Arkan, the Occult Detective willing to kill demons, save the world and solve age-old mysteries for $ 50 an hour.
My last job, kill the King of the Leviathans, he was thrown into the Purgatory, a prison dimension similar to hell.
Using a Blackened Denarius, I managed to tighten a faustino contract with the fallen angel, Ailes to get out of my prison.
Unfortunately during his escape something happened, instead of finding myself Gravesfield or the Owl House, they ended up in Duckburg, the city of dreams and nightmares.
I have to find a way to get home, until then I'm stuck in a chaotic world populated by Hyper-intelligent rodents, hooded crusaders, flying bears, living statues, aliens, weird triplets, semi-immortal billionaires, preteen spies, dark witches, a veritable troop of fools, madmen and adventurers.
I ended up growing fond of the Duck Family and a small group of unique girls.
The Cute Genius, Violet, my first friend in this world, a fantastic girl has an incredible potential in magic and science.
The Lonely Shadow, Lena, a tormented girl, enveloped by darkness witch aunt, looking for a way to escape and become a heroine.
The Pink Spy, Webby, a energetic girl, looking to see the wonders of the world and discover her origins.
The Dreaming Orphan, Gosalyn, an exuberant girl who convinced me to take her under my wing and make her my heiress.
The Lost Twins, May and June, born and raised from evil to kill, both with a desire to be more than just hitmen.
Together we are a band (family) of misfits capable of saving the world.
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Notice: This story is primarily a crossover between The Owl House, DuckTales 2017, Darkwing Duck, PKNA, Marvel.
This story contains references, elements and characters of these series MCU, X-Men, Batman, Supernatural, Dresden Files, Trinity Seven, Fate Stay Night.
Reading the first volume is recommended, but not mandatory.
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POV Narrator
Purgatory is a supernatural dimension created by God to contain his first and most dangerous beasts, the Leviathans.
Over time, it became the destination of the souls of monsters.
There are estimated to be 40 million souls in Purgatory. Last month the population of purgatory reached 40 million monsters and three foreigners who do not belong here.
A messy angel, a hunter with a big codipedance problem, and an eccentric young sorcerer named Arkan.
The first two decided to team up with a friendly vampire and look for an elusive exit.
Instead of staying with the group, Arkan decided to work on his own and find a way out of this madhouse full of monsters.
There were three reasons for dividing himself from his allies.
One, according to the friendly vampire's estimates, it would take a full year to find the exit, too long for the Sorcerer.
Two, only a pure human being can walk through the exit, taking a single passenger with them.
Arkan is not a normal person, if he were like everyone else he would not be a prisoner in this beyond the monsters. Above all even his blood is not normal, Arkan has a rather colorful genetic heritage and having carried out various physical improvements by his own hand, he can hardly be considered a pure example of a human being.
The odds that the friendly vampire's planned exit will work for him are quite low, to the point of being next to nil.
Third and final reason, Arkan doesn't want to see an endless fight between a vampire and an angel for a whole year over who can be a doting Hunter's "best friend".
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Purgatory for an unknown reason has the shape of a boundless forest in an almost perpetual / cloudy darkness.
In this remote place full of all sorts of monstrosities that attack everything that moves on its territory, a teenage boy between 15 and 17 years old is walking.
The little-skinned boy he shows is understood that a pale, almost sickly complexion.
His eyes glow with an unnatural fluorescent yellow. Even though they glow in the dark they can't hide her tired expression and deep dark circles, she sure she hasn't slept in a long time.
On his head he wears a black balmoral cap with a military look, although his head is covered you can see some strands of silver hair.
Around the left ear wears an advanced, lightweight and robust headset that features multiple HUD viewing modes of augmented reality, night vision, thermal vision, and electromagnetic field detection.
The jaw and lower part of the face is covered with a kind of futuristic gas mask of gray-black color.
Starting from the neck down to the toes, the body is covered in a black-gray combat suit, the kind of outfit Sam Fisher or Venom Snake wears on their missions.
The suit is made from a special material aesthetically similar to obsidian that offers absurd protection against bladed and firearms.
While the suit offers similar protection, above it are more classic pieces of armor such as a silver bracelet on the right forearm, a pair of knee pads, a single shoulder pad for the left shoulder, neck protection and small metal plates inserted. above the area of the vital organs, each of these pieces is composed of a different material.
The suit incorporates a greyish harness and multiple scabbards / belts to hold an arsenal of weapons and gadgets.
On his left shoulder he wears a strange indigo, black and white device, built around a kind of metal badge. Put simply it appears to be a blaster that can be held on the user's shoulder.
His clothing is not purely military / espionage. For currently unknown reasons she wears quite unique accessories.
Etched in white on the breastplate is a unicursal hexagram called the Aquarian Star. A variety of mystical, arcane, alchemical, runic, glyph and geometric engravings are engraved on various suit segments and pieces of armor.
The suit leaves the hands uncovered, all ten fingers of this character are covered with fancy rings with a precious gem.
A long red sash tied around the waist with the knot on the left side as the tail end falls to the knees, with five silver tassels at the end resembling claws.
She even wears an old red leather coat with the sleeves cut off so it can be worn over the jumpsuit.
This person dressed as a character from a stealth video game with dark fantasy elements is called Arkan and is preparing to escape from purgatory.
Arkan continued walking in silence without saying a word until he came to a clearing.
In this place in the center there are a couple of old trees whose branches join and intertwine to form an arched door, that is, in architecture, a structural element with a curved shape that rests on two piers and typically, but not necessarily, it is suspended on an empty space.
Arkan continued walking towards this strange pair of trees, stopping ten meters from the "door".
He presses a button on a thin metal bracelet located on his left wrist, covering the left forearm in a holographic light screen. Surely it must be a high-tech multifunctional device based on the idea of Mass Effect's Omni-Tools.
Arkan presses a random button on the holographic interface and lifts his wrist towards his mouth.
"Arkan's log. Record J-26 / O-12 / N-01. Exactly thirty days have passed since I was trapped in purgatory.
The cycle of sun and night is irregular, wrapped in more than 48 hours of light or six hours of plague darkness.
The temperature varies from day to day, mostly stick to typical autumn temperatures.
The local flora is based on the temperate deciduous forest, aesthetically reminiscent of the Black Forest of Germany.
The presence of plants that produce fruit or vegetables exists, the attempt to eat the roots of the trees was ... unsuccessful.
The local fauna is devoid of any form of animal life, there are no birds, small mammals, insects, molluscs or worms. Only an infinite number of monsters that do not give me respite.
To avoid starvation I had to get creative, the carcasses of some species of monsters are excellent raw ingredients for alchemical potions capable of supporting my body. "Arkan said, making an audio recording of his experiences in this place.
"The atmosphere in this place contains a great deal of oxygen, good thing, I don't have to worry about dying of suffocation.
Instead it contains a strange element unknown to me that interferes with my magic, basically I'm a Superman living on a planet where Kryptonite is in the air.
My sentient artifacts Alphonse, Alfredo, Sabrina, Judecca and others, along with my contracting creatures stopped reacting to external stimuli after the first 72 hours.
Each of them is in a comatose state, I hope once they get out of here they will recover. "Arkan said, in a very sad and melancholy tone, his weird eyes watering. The loss of his sentient artifacts must have been a hard pill to swallow.
Quickly running his sleeve over his eyes, Arkan continues his monologue.
"By using my special air purification mask, I was able to prevent the fate of my magical followers and allies from being subjected to.
The mask combines with the regular administration of alchemical potions for magical enhancement allows me to still use my magic at regular intervals, albeit with greater difficulty and every day I need a larger dose.
At this rate, within a couple of months, I will lose my magic and will likely be the victim of a "spiritual cancer" that will slowly kill me from the inside out. "Arkan stopped talking when a ringtone rang from his futuristic device. , marking the time to administer the next dose.
Heaving a weary sigh, Arkan pulls a futuristic syringe that contains a bright purple substance out of his coat.
Without too much ceremony Arkan brings the syringe close to the colo, where on the suit there is a small metal protrusion the size of a coin, designed in place to be able to inject a substance straight into the jugular.
Inserting the needle of the syringe into the protrusion, press the button and the purple substance enters his body.
Arkan's exposed skin shows a small side effect of this dosage, the veins begin to glow intensely purple.
Arkan's hands have begun to tremble slightly, his pupils have dilated and his heart rate accelerates.
With all these negative flags, Arkan simply put the syringe in place, continuing his audio diary. Knowing full well that these effects wear off after a few minutes.
"The imminent loss of magic and a terminal illness do not scare me, will be the sure way out of this asylum.
Exposure to this noxious atmosphere, the extremely hostile environment, psychological and physical pressure, lack of real food, sleep deprivation, isolation from all human contact and the daily use of alchemical substances derived from monsters.
All these factors are bringing me to the brink of collapse and madness ... "Arkan stopped speaking, feeling that he was being watched, grabs by pure instinct a semi-automatic pistol and an ancient iron dagger.
Looking around for a mysterious attacker, she sees nothing else in the clearing except ... a fourteen-year-old Dominican-American girl with tan skin, purplish-brown / brownish-purple short hair that is usually styled in a pixie cut, and hazel eyes.
Her clothing consists of a pair of ebony earrings, a short-sleeved half-white and half-indigo hoodie with cat ears attached to the hood, high-waisted jean shorts, dark gray capris leggings, and a pair of white loafers.
"Holmes, I'm always available to talk to you. I really appreciate our moments, our heart-to-heart moments, but I don't think it's the right time to talk about your feelings. You're not well, you have to hurry and escape from here." He pleaded with the "girl" in a tone that was terribly worried about Arkan's health.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Arkan fired three bullets at the girl, aiming for the head, heart and left leg. Maybe that's too much of a maneuver, but there are shapeshifters in this place who can mimic the looks of your acquaintances to gain psychological advantage.
Arkan's bullets passed through the girl, hitting a nearby tree.
"I rectify my statement, I am on the verge of collapse and I have fallen prey to insanity to the point of hallucinating my best friend, Luz Noceda, urging me not to waste time and continue with my plan." Arkan said, in a calm and incredibly tired tone. Continuing with his audio diary, ignoring the hallucination of a worried Luz about her condition.
"I'm not hallucinating, I'm your best friend who loves you and offers you her unconditional emotionally support." She said "Luz", hugging Arkan tightly who looks stunned by all of this.
When the hallucination stopped hugging him, Arkan took a big step away from "Luz", turning so that his back was to her friend.
"I am rectifying my earlier statement again. Physical and psychological collapse imminent.
So I have subconsciously created an idealized imaginary construct of Luz to prevent my demise indefinitely.
Maybe this is an absurd way of a madman saying he is not mad, but who cares what I say? "Arkan muttered, looking behind him out of the corner of his eye, continuing to see the imaginary friend.
" I care about you." She declared her fictional Luz about her, pouting adorable, not liking being ignored when she tries to help her friend.
"To get out of this place I decided to build a portal between worlds, in the past I managed to create artifacts capable of connecting the Boiling Isles and other Realms that exist parallel to the Earth." Arkan said, pressing a spot on the Omni-Tool, projecting a holographic whiteboard full of formulas and construction diagrams.
"Our old projects, I remember when you made a digital backup to be able to work on them at any time of the day." She commented on the fictional Luz, placing her next to Arkan, looking longingly at the holographic board.
"In a more favorable scenario, I would have used the resources granted by Celestial House to begin the fabrication of a new Portal.
But I cannot enter my most expensive sanctuary without a door, where I can find a door with a lock in an endless forest.
I can't access any of my best tools and resources, I've been forced to improvise like never before. At least being a druid and an experienced runner practitioner offers unique advantages in such an environment. "Arkan said, lifting his head towards the higher branches of the forest.
For hundreds of feet on the branches of each tree hang the corpses of every sort of folkloric creature imaginable from red court vampires to mountain trolls.
Each of these bodies has a complex Rune engraved on the forehead and a large branch that passes through the rib cage reaching the heart. If that's not enough, the bark of these trees are covered with mystical symbols written in their blood.
"In the name of The Good Witch Azura, this place is not only driving you crazy, it pushes you beyond your own moral limits. Blood magic, living sacrifices, you are close to forbidden magic." She declared the fictional Luz in a hysterical tone, fully understanding what Arkan is doing is dangerous in so many ways.
"Using the magic of the druids I was able to create a physical portal body.
The power source has been a problem, my own magic cannot power such a feat, not even the creation of solar crystals or pure electricity from a level four Esper.
I had to resort to capturing and burning hundreds of souls of the monsters who attacked me.
The Blood Runes allowed me to guide the energy into a single point.
Too bad the energy of several hundred creatures is not enough. "
According to my calculations I would need a lot more, two million souls, which is minimal. "Arkan said, highlighting a mathematical formula on the holographic board and some graphs showing the high energy consumption.
"It would take me years to capture so many monsters and burn their souls to power my portal.
Such a quantity is not possible, I have to work on quality. I would need a deeper understanding of Runes, Souls and Blood Magic to make up for the lack of suitable materials.
But time passes and I grow weak ... I don't want to die in such a place, not so in complete solitude, defeated by a degenerative disease or suffocated like a rat in a cage! "Arkan yelled, ending the recording, breaking the his stoic mask of calm, tightly clenching his fists, letting out his anger.
Sparks of crimson lightning shot out of his body, turning the nearest trees into makeshift lightning rods.
A large number of pebbles and boulders took off and were thrown randomly into the forest.
The ground are your feet was covered with a thin layer of ice.
His fists glow red, emitting a basic amount of smoke,
giving the feeling that they are about to burn or release a burst of fire.
"Arkan, calm down, having a nervous breakdown right now won't help you!
I know I always tell you to express your emotions, but this is not the right time or place to self-express yourself! "Shouted the imaginary Luz, putting in front of Arkan, drawing his attention to make him calm down before he attracts the attention of. a pack of monsters.
"This place can bend me, but I don't break. Today I escape or die trying." He muttered Arkan, returning calm and stoic after his little outpouring of pent-up anger.
"Arkan's diary. Recording J-30 / O-12 / N-02. To sum up my situation I'm tired, angry, desperate and I have no time left. Basically I've made it to the Godzilla Threshold.
Once the Threshold is crossed, any plan, with even the smallest possibility of success, no matter how ludicrous, dangerous, or abhorrent, suddenly becomes a valid option.
I am forced to use unprecedented measures with irreversible effects that will haunt me for the rest of my life. But better to die on your feet fighting than to rot in a hiding place.
If anything happens to me and by a miracle this diary will return to Earth.
Luz, Amity, Eda, Lily, Camila, King, Woz, Lilith, Arin, Mira, Akio, Levi, Yui, Lieselotte, I love you and want you to continue your life without me.
And I leave all my earthly possessions that I own to Luz on the condition that she marries Amity by her 23rd birthday.
If it doesn't happen, my assets will be divided into eight equal parts and handing over to Trinity Seven and Woz. "Arkan stated, completely shutting down the futuristic recording device, having surrendered his last will.
"The game is in progress." He muttered Arkan, starting to use a specific type of his magic.
Circuit-like symbols of fluorescent blue appeared on the arms, a magical seal appeared on both the backs of the hands.
"Isn't this your space-time seal to seal the most dangerous objects you have recovered in your career, so dangerous you can't leave out of your reach?" She asked the imaginary Luz, starting to sweat, having a vague idea of the type of objects that were sealed in this way.
The kind of weapon that in the right circumstances can destroy a city or experience a catastrophe comparable to a full-scale pandemic.
Arkan did not answer his imaginary friend, instead took a deep breath, closes his eyes and joins his hands, connecting the two seals.
"And war broke out in heaven: Michael and his angels battled with the dragon, and the dragon and its angels battled but it did not prevail, neither was a place found for them any longer in heaven. So down the great dragon was hurled, the original serpent, the one called Devil and Satan, who is misleading the entire inhabited earth; he was hurled down to the earth, and his angels were hurled down with him. Revelation 12: 7-9, The Bible. " Arkan recited a biblical verse, the code word to bring out the most dangerous object of his pandora box.
When the young sorcerer separated his hands, the two magical seals on the palms shone entirely for a second, shooting a light back, pulling a small glass box with an ancient coin inside out of a safe.
"Blackened Denarius!" The fictional Luz cried, with sheer horror and fear, turning pale at the sight of the ancient coin.
"I understand that you are in a very bad situation and you think you have no other hope of victory. But you are so desperate to use this cursed item, you understand what you want to get involved with!" She shouted the fictional Luz who is surely reincarnating Arkan's common sense and conscience.
"Blackened Denarius are said to be the pieces of silver given to Judas Iscariot in exchange for his betrayal of Jesus. Of the thirty coins, eleven are currently believed to be in the possession of the church.
Each coin carried by the Pentacles contains the trapped spirit of a fallen angel.
Whoever touches the coins is contaminated by the interior Fallen, tempted and empowered; the Fallen guide the mortal deeper and deeper into his influence until eventually they surrender enough for the Fallen to take control. "Arkan said, giving a solid gun explanation of what the Blackened Denarius are, their level of danger and the enormous risk of corruption that it entails.
"If you know all these details, why do you want to do it?" She asked the fictional Luz, hoping she would give us a chance to change Arkan's mind.
"I don't want to do it, I have to. I prefer to fight a battle within myself for the rest of my life instead of rotting in this beyond the monsters." Arkan stated, having no other options at the moment but to make a deal with a Fallen Angel sealed in a coin.
"I dream and wake up on the verge of my deception. I take my breath away and I know that he is waiting for me. I hear the echo of his words and the end can no longer wait. Into the dark they throw me!" Arkan said, leaving the exact words to get the glass box opened.
"You used the lines from Giorgio Vanni's song for the Death Note theme as a password. You're a nerd of the highest kind." Luz commented, trying to lift the mood. Incredibly difficult thing to do when one is preparing to negotiate with one of the Devil's lieutenants.
The Young Sorcerer has looked at the Blackened Denarius, his appearance belies enormous power, few would believe that an ancient silver coin just under a quarter could contain the essence of a fallen celestial being.
One side of the coin shows the ancient portrait, possibly in the profile of a man. The opposite side to a kind of mark hidden under a rune-shaped stain that resembles an OOO, which could mean beyond infinity.
"The genius and the demon get dirty with ink. Destiny has chosen me and there is no return. There is an idea that touches my mind, a new world and my light will shine. Nothing will stop me." Arkan recited, grabbing the coin with his left hand, taking a road with no way back.
Luz's mental projection vanished without a trace, leaving Arkan completely alone to proceed with his plan.
In the next instant, Arkan felt a stinging shock rise on his arm, spreading throughout his body.
The Young Sorcerer gets the sudden, intangible impression that someone nearby was waking up from a nap and stretching.
When a pair of invisible eyes stare deep into his soul, his left hand begins to tremble, almost dropping the grip on his hand.
"Don't you dare to paint me as a cowardly race of Bijū sealed in a coin!
I'm John Holmes the Genius of Gravesfield, I'm Bruce Belmont the Monster Hunters who cheated Crowley, I'm Arkan, the most powerful sorcerer of his generation, the Future King of Wizards! "Arkan shouted, letting out a fierce rage, tightening his hand tightly around the Blackened Denarius.
SMASH!
Arkan hit the ground with a punch so hard it created a small crater.
After this little show of willpower, the blackened seal of the Fallen Angel appeared before Arkan's eyes, showing that the entity seals within the Blackened Denarius has fully awakened, devoting its full attention to the young sorcerer.
Arkan's mind and / or soul sensed a metaphysical door opening and slowly slipping inside him.
Slowly, he begins to hear something, an ever-changing voice that whispers almost imperceptibly.
Simultaneously the ancient coin emits a sparkle of red-orange light, the seal in the shape of OOO shines more.
"You did your entrance theatrical show, now you can come out, I want to negotiate face to face with you, Angelo Caduto!" He demanded Arkan, in an authoritative voice, wanting to get straight to the point and get an acceptable deal with his new roommate.
The fallen celestial entity has decided to make a dramatic appearance, perhaps to upset Arkan or because he likes to do things in a big way.
Arkan's shadow began to tremble wildly, widening to a perfect circle.
The shadow has turned into a puddle of black oil as the night, slowly the puddle has begun to boil creating air bubbles and streaks of smoke.
'Interesting, my eyes see a show straight out of a class B horror movie. But my nose doesn't smell like boiled oil, that's also true of my thermal sense, no real temperature change.' Arkan thought, folding his arms, silently observing what is happening, curious how this scenario will end.
Without warning a sad and dramatic melody begins to play, with each passing second instruments, violins, cello, flutes, drums etc are added
An orchestra of skeletons emerge from the puddle, playing their musical instrument in a mistral way, this looks like the work of a necromancer combined with a crazed musician.
The whole orchestra of skeletons positioned in the shape of a semicircle, facing Arkan, begins to accelerate the rhythm of the music.
In the center of the orchestra, seven meters away from Arkan, an elegant wooden western bar emerges from the puddle.
TAM-TAM-TAM!
The sound of trumpets and drums synchronizes with the opening of the bar, revealing an infinite darkness with two large silver eyes.
"If you dance with the devil, the devil doesn't change. It's the devil who changes you." She declared a melodic female voice, the kind of voice that should belong to a siren or a muse however beautiful it sounds.
The fallen angel pops out of the bar, revealing the aspect he has chosen especially for Arkan.
Its appearance is mainly humanoid and female, reminiscent of a Monster-girl or a sexy alien, surely this shape was created to be attractive and stimulates Arkan's exotic tastes.
If you have to give them an age, it would be somewhere between 18 or 20.
A very tall 177cm woman, possessing a slender and well endowed body, her three sizes are from the top, 88, 55, 85.
Her skin is beige in color without the slightest sign of a wrinkle, giving the impression of being smoother than the silk itself.
Her face inspires an elegant and maternal air, instead of possessing the inhuman beauty typical of a supernatural creature or the mathematically precise beauty of a homunculus.
She possesses a more royal beauty, a very pretty girl who can easily pass off as a loving older sister or an attractive girl with a particularly large wealth on hand.
Her "normal" beauty has been framed with imaginative features that make her a kind of fairytale princess.
Perhaps it was intentional, a human beauty made fairytale by small exotic elements, a combination of normality and supernatural.
Its large eyes have six-pointed star-shaped pupils that are glacial blue surrounded by a silver iris. Pair with thick, black lashes, both at the top and at the bottom.
Its ears start out like normal human ears, only longer and end in the shape of bat wings.
Her broad smile shows a mouth full of sharp white teeth.
She has long dark blue hair, with lighter blonde highlights, which is tied in a low, double-banded ponytail. Her blue fringe twists to her left with a curl.
She wears a dark purple fancy dress made with black laces, open at the back and front, to which most of her beige skin is exposed.
The dress was chosen for two reasons, seduction and functional.
The seduction part is easy to understand when you see such beauty in a dress that shows so much.
The functionality part is only understood when one calculates the most obvious exotic traits of this beauty, large bat-like wings coming out of her body and a tail.
A pair of dark blue wings with different shades of blue come out from the shoulder area, under the shoulder blade and the back around the waist. A set of two bat wings of different sizes and shapes for three different areas of the body for a total of six wings.
Finally, a long, thin silver tail that resembles the body of a millipede comes out of the bone / coccyx area.
She also wears a pair of purple gloves that have petal-shaped cuffs, along with long black ribbons that wrap around her arms, coming to an end just enough to be able to show off a complex runic tattoo located on both shoulders.
She wears a beautiful ballet tutu in brilliant hues that looks like it is made of peacock feathers, the semi-sheer jumpsuit reaches to the knees.
Her feet are covered in silver ballet slippers covered in diamond dust.
Oddly, the only accessory that looks out of place from her fairytale image of a princess ballerina of the night are old aviator goggles that appear to have been well maintained and kept around her neck.
"My dear little angel, I am an Occult Detective with only 300 days of memory, in this short moment I managed to meet a bunch of eccentric girls.
But you, you deserve a place of honor, a vampire-like Monster-girl, dressed as a ballerina princess, with a whole orchestra and an illusory stage to accompany them. "Arkan said, smiling under the gas mask. , giving sincere applause to the entity disguised as a dancer of the night.
"I am delighted that you enjoyed my show.
As a celestial being, my true form, which I had to disguise due to the fragility of your dull senses, is the size of your Chrysler building.
My real voice would make you deaf. My real face would make you blind. Truly appreciating my grace would make you dead. "He declared the fallen angel, dancing with unnatural grace towards Arkan, as if all purgatory were his stage.
"Well over eight hundred years have passed since someone had the honor of seeing my performance. If I remember correctly the last one was a certain alchemist named Gara, who abandoned him." She muttered the fallen angel, talking to herself, forgetting for a moment about everything except her next dance move.
"You, what will you be to me?
A mere spectator in the grandstand, a chaperone for my show or the manager who will take my talent to the next level. "Asked the fallen angel, taking a step forward, looking straight into his golden eyes.
The celestial silver meets the gold of eden that the dances begin.
"When you are in hell only the devil can help you. I find myself a prisoner in this remote place and you are my ticket out." Arkan said, wanting to start the discussion by making clear his current goals.
"A spectator asks for my autograph, are you willing to pay the full price for this act?" She asked the dancer of the night, handing over to Arkan, expecting the young wizard to make a deal right away.
"I'm desperate, not stupid." Arkan said, slapping the Fallen Angel's hand, not accepting the roommate's initial offer of him.
"I don't know if I must feel insulted or intrigued, no man before has refused my hand in this way, so crude and simple." The dancer said, looking at Arkna more carefully, comparing the human in front of her with the humans he remembers seeing 800 years ago.
'Because it doesn't surprise me, of all the Fallen Angels, I receive the Blackened Denarius which contains a diva dancer with a princess attitude. I almost miss Castiel, he was Dean's little dog troublemaker, at least he was more peaceful. ' Arkan thought, sure that one or more higher forces are having fun at his expense, pairing him with a character just as eccentric as himself.
"Before going on with business, please can you give me the pleasure of knowing your name." She kindly asked Arkan, trying to be civil, wanting to start this long relationship of collaboration / cohabitation with the right step, if such a thing is possible with a Fallen Angel who has moved into his soul / mind.
"I'm surprised, you know the basic ways to approach a young lady in my class. But you haven't yet proved your worth in receiving such an honor." She said the dancer of the night, seeming surprised at Arkan's good manners, expecting more ugly behavior from him.
"You will have to make do with my stage name, Ailes Sieben Schläger Wahnsinn." She declared the dancing diva, running her hand through her hair, pronouncing her name with clock and clarity as if she were the most important woman in the world.
'A long pompous name, perfect for such a character.' Arkan thought, sure this stage name fits Ailes perfectly.
"If this beautiful name is too complex for your crude mind, I give you the privilege of using this short nickname, Sunstar." Ailes said, deciding to be friendly to Arkan, wanting to keep things civil and at his level of professionalism ... for the time being.
"Ailes, do you know where we are?" Asked Arkan, wanting to know how much information the fallen angel possesses, during his eight hundred years of imprisonment in the Blackened Denarius did he have a chance to see what happens around the coin or was it left in the dark and isolated from the rest of the world?
"In a horrible wood before a good light or acoustics ..." Ailes is about to list more unflattering words about this forest, but notices something wrong and pauses for a second to look around.
"This is not Earth, Heaven or Hell. How did you end up in this closet for failed interpreters !?" Ailes exclaimed aloud, putting aside her good manners and her aristocratic attitude.
"Simple, I stabbed the Leviathan King in the heart with a bone of a righteous mortal washed in the three bloods of the fallen. My reward for this stunt, captivity." Arkan said in a bitter tone, giving a fairly brief overview of how he got to Purgatory.
Too bad that even so little is a lot for a creature like Ailes who has seen the construction and destruction of Rome up close.
"Being a hero involves so many risks, codes of conduct to respect and face so many adversities, always thinking you have others and never yourself." Ailes said, walking in a circle around Arkan, noting his unusual clothing and armament that belongs to a person who faces many dangers.
"In the end look where it takes you?" Ailes asked, stopping in front of Arkan, spreading his hands and six wings to make more scene.
"In a remote place and your only victory will be to be able to say that you have done the right thing for the greater good." Ailes said, with a melancholy face, taking a couple of steps towards the young wizard.
"Wouldn't it be better to be free to do whatever you want, how and when you want, without consequences and worries?" Ailes asked, placing a hand on the sorcerer's shoulder and using her tail to push him from behind towards her.
"I could help you set you free." He proposed Ailes, with a smile and a seductive tone, placing a finger on Arkan's chest, drawing imaginary circles with his finger.
"All you have to do is say yes." He whispered Ailes straight into Arkan's left ear, his voice and his words bouncing in Arkan's head.
Arkan's sense of smell begins to perceive a sweet and pleasant smell. Her body temperature rose and the light hit Ailes' face so that she looked like a woodland fairy.
"I accept that your features are beautiful, your words tempt me and your voice is a true aphrodisiac. Right now I am experiencing impulses that I have not felt for more than 100 days." Arkan said, looking enchanted by Ailes, gently placing his hand on the Fallen Angel's right cheek, giving it a loving caress.
"Too bad that love and sex with a mental projection of my subconscious desires are among the last things that cross my mind." Arkan said, with a wry smile, giving the Fallen Angel a sudden slap.
"If you like the play, here are some profound words: Nothing is real, everything is lawful.
Nothing is real, everything is lawful, it does not mean think what you want and do as you please.
It indicates that freedom has its consequences and decisions affect the lives of others.
So you have to be wise rather than free. But what kind of morality does it appeal to? "Arkan said, quoting phrases from a famous video game series.
"Philosophy? Are you proving to be more cultured than I expected?" Ailes stated, wide-eyed from Arkan's slap or rejection.
"Let me summarize the situation for you. We're both stuck in purgatory, if I can't get out of here in no time I'll die." Arkan said aloud, looking ready to have a screaming match.
Ailes is about to open his mouth to say something, but Arkan won't let them speak.
"Don't interrupt my presentation. If I die here, you will be imprisoned in purgatory for eternity without a second pomace to stand on the real stage.
Purgatory is an endless forest full of sacks of meat that you cannot fit into.
Ailes, Sunstar or whatever you want to be called, you are an Angel, Fallen or not. Angels can only enter the bodies of humans strong enough to contain their power. "Arkan stated the bare facts, Angels unlike many mystical entities can only gain control of humans who agree with the idea and have given their explicit permission.
"I am the only human abomination strong and mad enough in all of Purgatory to make a pact with you." Arkan stated, slapping his hand on his chest, highlighting the fact that she is the only ship available to Ailes.
"My little angel, you have only two choices. You can live with me or die with me." Arkan stated, putting in front of Ailes, looking her straight in her eyes, hinting that there are only two options with him.
"Human beings are so ... interesting." She said Ailes, starting to giggle, feeling amused and delighted by Arkan's monologue.
"I just realized what you will be for me, a manager, a producer looking for an unparalleled star for his show. Let's hear your offer." Ailes said, with a mischievous smile, flapping his wings forcefully, feeling stimulated to return to the scene.
"Ailes you are an entity that precedes the Creation of the Human Race and of planet Earth itself.
You possess an unparalleled wisdom that makes each of your guests a truly terrifying force.
Help me improve my Runes and I will be able to create a portal to exit Purgatory. "Arkan said, in a calm tone, pointing to the pair of strange semi-arched trees and the forest covered with blood glyphs.
"My artist eye can see a very precise set of Runes, a combination of Celtic and Nordic traditions, with some more exotic details." Ailes said, walking towards the trees covered with mystical carvings, noting Arkan's high level of craftsmanship.
"Taking into account your age and the circumstances you are in here, you have done a beautiful work. But there is a lot of room for improvement here." Ailes said, acting like a skilled art critic.
"Let's run away from this place together, then let's see how this strange collaboration of ours will end?" Arkan asked, confident that Ailes will accept his offer, having everything to lose if he rejects his business offer.
"I will be the star, the set designer and artistic consultant of your work, only this time I will do this work for free. After that you will have to pay for any of my services." Ailes said, turning to Arkan, holding out his hand.
"An acceptable deal, we work together to get out, then we fight to see who will lead this walking play." Arkan declared, shaking Ailes' hand, ending his first pact with the fallen angel.
XXX
After several hours of Arkan's manual work and Ailes' technical assistance, the 2.0 portal has been finalized.
"Producer you have the honor to kick off this show." Ailes said, standing behind Arkan, putting his fingers so he could better frame the portal
" Make it or brake it !" Arkan stated, standing in front of the two strange trees that come together to form a semi-arch door.
"Poartă către o lume nouă, devorează sufletele blestemate a 333 de creaturi a nopți și trezește, deschide un drum că să fug din această închisoare! (Door to a new world, devour the damned souls of 333 creatures of the night and wake up, April la strain to escape this prison!) "Arkan said, using a type of magic powered by his soul power, creating a globe of rainbow light in his hands.
Simultaneously all the mystical carvings in the forest began to glow, no, burn!
Orange flames come out of the Runes and are proposed everywhere, the old and new corpses of the sacrifices turning into a crimson miasma that is sucked into the pair of trees that form the exit gate.
"The climax of this show has arrived, time to make a grand finale worthy of my scenography or to make an epochal failure!" Ailes exclaimed, ordering Arkan to continue with his spell or else there will be a huge explosion that will shake the whole purgatory.
"This is the most unusual prison break of my life." He muttered Arkan, throwing the rainbow-colored ball of light at the gate filled with crimson miasma.
When the raw power of the monster souls combined with Arkan's space-dimensional spell they caused a chain reaction, resulting in a whirlwind of neon light that acts like a kind of black hole.
Without even being able to fight, Arkan was sucked into the gravitational force of the portal.
"This is not written in my scenario!" Ailes said, in a shocked tone, sure that such a thing shouldn't happen, the portal should be completely different in both shape and color.
Arkan couldn't even say his last words, because half of his body has already been sucked into the vortex, the last thing he saw was a flood of blinding colors.
XXX
Simultaneously in a completely different corner of the Omniverse.
It was a perfectly normal day on the streets of Duckburg. The sun was shining. The adults did their daily chores as usual and the children went to kindergarten or school.
Somewhere in Duckburg, precisely in a very dirty alley, a crack has appeared in the space-time continum fabric above the dustbin of a shady restaurant.
This anomaly lasted long enough to spit out a certain half-passed young sorcerer from indescribable experience.
"I hate ... portals ... magical." He muttered Arkan, before losing being knocked out by travel fatigue or the smell of rotten fish.
Continues ...