Chapter 28, To Find A Necromancer
It didn't help that the necromancer could possibly be a living breathing human, it did not help at all to remember that only five out of the eleven people you brought with you had absolutely no idea what or how to look what your trying to find. Truth be told, that is quite frustrating, and out of the town that has a population of nearly 78 and maybe more, it's harder than trying to find a needle in a haystack.
"Well, when I said were going to do magic, I had thought that good old Thomas Edison would have saved our asses yet again," admitted William.
"I thought that you were going to do some serious Winchester brothers, type of thing," said Alfred.
"Are you kidding? We practically trained those boys, good guys they are. Good men," said Arthur. William shook his head,
"It's actually quite hilarious how we get all these damn references, even though they aren't even references in the first place, oh well. The real stand still here is finding the necromancer. Shit like that goes two ways, either the one who brought back the horseman choose the necromancer. Or, the necromancer is the one who summoned the damn thing, which in this case is going to be a pain in the ass to find. Shit, I think we're going to have to find the guy the old way. Not a pleasant thing to do".
William shrugged and banged his head on the nearby wall, he really hated doing that certain thing. Plus he was the only one who could do it.
"No way in fucking bloody hell William, your not doing it," said Arthur. William rolled his eyes,
"You and I both know that it's the only way. The only people who can do it is immortal in a since that they really wont die anytime soon. Nations cant die because their memory is forever persevered in history, and each leader on the said nation already knows about their existence in most cases. Aki cant do it because he's a bloody vampire. Trick cant do it because she's a siren, who are immortal as long as there is a large body of water that hasn't been tainted existing in this world. I on the other hand, my time is pretty much measured. Capitals don't last forever, they're either replaced or moved. Or they just don't exist. So bye bye, it'll be a pain in the ass, but I'm going to do it".
William waltz up to the door of the horseman, and locked it before Arthur could get in and drag him out. The incantation on the door prevented anyone from using force magic, in which they are not allowed to throw acid at the door or some shit like that. William sighed at the bangs on the door, then walked up to the headless horseman. He was going to regret this.
"I'm going to regret this," he later muttered. He stood and touched the horseman on the neck, in the middle. A purple light shined, and a loud bang followed. Through the window Arthur and the rest saw William's shoes propped on the floor. Then suddenly he stood up.
His appearance had slightly changed, his hair was still blond but on the top white streaks ran through top to bottom of his hair. His eyes were yellow, and he was as pale as Gilbert, and when he turned to look at the glass he huffed in frustration,
"I still hate it when that happens, alright, give me my bloody glasses".
Arthur sighed and brought out thin wireless half rectangular shaped glasses as William exited the door.
When William quickly grabbed his glasses he sighed as he put them on, his eyes were still yellow though.
"I was born with a slight albinism, since technically we're also brothers of Germany and Prussia. It affected me, but not the same as Gill. As you know, most germanic nations have terrible sight, Arthur luckily was skipped for that so he sees fine. I however have it terrible so I usually just cast a spell to make it nice and dandy and then just dye y hair blackish. My eyes are green, but since the albinism they got colored yellow cause of the pigments of green and red mixing together. Pretty much it in all circumstances. Now, before one of you flips shit and asks me what the hell did I just do, I casted a spell to be able to trace the horseman's death trail. Which causes me to loose all spells I had casted on my self, thus this, and a pain in the ass eyesight problem. The death trail surrounds the necromancer in question so I'll be able to see who it is, throughout the population. Hell, give me a T.V. and I'll still be able to see it".
He walked, but then turned and went to the lower levels. Pulling out swords and knives, and such and handed them to each individual. Arthur, Aki, Trick, and William himself not included because they're just that awesome.
"You might need these because of the fact that the headless horseman's necromancer might be well protected, and serious shit might go down in the world of the supernatural. Pun none intended, but I swear if fucking Gabriel is behind this crazy shit once again, I will flip shit and tear his fucking wings and balls for making me go through this shit yet again," growled William as he passed the guns and other weaponry around. Which scared the shit out of the other nations, cause really. It's as scary as seeing Sweden smiling.
"Now, find one we shall, fucking asshole piece of shit making my eyesight shit".
Well. This was going to be pleasant, prepare your stuff guys, don't want William goin rage mode.
A/n: Tadaaa, sorry. Little to say, so for now, good bye. I own nothing, but William and Aki, and the story line. Trick owns herself. And the stuff maybe wrong on my part. So good day/night.