Chpt 24
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters that appear in PoT. Perhaps, this story is from inspirations, from everywhere and anywhere, above and beyond. Also, I mean no disrespect to any religion or any form of beliefs. This is entirely fictional.
Abigail stood, blazing in all her glory and gory, covered with black gooey substances. She glared daggers at Ryoma but upon further scrutiny, Ryoma realized her eyes were not focused. Damn, could The Oily take over a normal person? Abigail stretched out an arm and a whole chuck of goo aimed itself at Ryoma. Ryoma quickly ducked, skidding towards the sofa where Rivlorn laid.
Ryoma quickly flipped himself over to face Abigail. Looking down at the black goo where Ryoma was a few seconds ago, he balked.
"Gross," he thought.
Quickly on his feet, Ryoma threw up a shield in front of him to stop the oncoming attack of black goo that quickly plastered on his shield and started to push their way inwards. The pressure caused the shield to shrink bit by bit as Ryoma starts to lose control over the shield. Ryoma started testing out his opponent; he pressured some air for some water to seep into his shield. This causes some of the goo to be unable to stick as strongly to his shield. Next he blasted light through his shield and out, blinding the whole room with heavenly light that caused some of the black goo to back off and shriek. Abigail covered her eyes as the light shone, emitting out from Ryoma.
At that very moment, someone grabbed Ryoma from behind and broke his air supply. A strong arm laced around his neck in a tight neck grip. Ryoma faltered, the light stopped and his shield disappeared. The black goo returned with more menace and Abigail stood stronger than ever, or rather, The Oily stood in the place of Abigail. Ryoma saw her eyes turn black and when she spoke, a deep rasping sound came out from her.
"Rivlorn…" The Oily said, using Abigail's mouth.
Ryoma tried to turn around but the tight head grip prevented him from doing so. Ryoma's started to see whites around his eyes; he was quickly losing air. Not enough to die, but maybe enough to lose this battle… And then die. Ryoma rolled his eyes in his head.
The enemy behind whispered, "Ryo, you be a good boy now… And let Abby do her stuff." Ryoma struggled, wings trapped between the two bodies. Before Ryoma could counter-attack, he felt something cold slide into him. He looked down and saw an intricately carved blade sticking out of his chest.
"Good night Ryoma…"
The last Ryoma thought before the darkness consumed him was, "shit."
Ryoma awoke, tied up, gagged and suspended in mid-air. He wasn't bound onto anything; just floating in mid-air. His wings were clipped together tightly. He winced; he wouldn't be able to fly for quite some time if he unbound his wings. Ryoma groaned, why didn't they cover this in school? This would have much better use than old history and the rules and regulations for angels.
"I see you are awake." Ryoma spun around to see Abigail standing near him, draped with black goo for a shiny cloak.
"Abigail, listen to me. You have to get those disgusting things out of your head! I'm your friend!" Ryoma shouted at her. Abigail smiled.
"My niece doesn't know you." Ryoma whipped his head around at the voice. Abigail's aunt!
"My niece has been chosen by the Great Lord and Master of Dark Matter. She will be His Queen, and we will forever rule this world!"
Ryoma rolled his eyes; just his luck to get an overzealous worshipper. Different pagan and religions, including devil worshipping was okay in his books. Ryoma really was a chill angel. He counts himself in as really open-minded; in actual truth, Ryoma knows it's really hard to draw a clear line between good and evil. He is really lazy at that. But for someone to tamper and mess up the mind of his first assignment, Ryoma is really going to get pissed.
"Look old woman, even if Abigail is marrying him, where do you fit in in the picture?" Ryoma glared back at her.
"Well… I'm her aunt!" Said Dorrie, who was looking a little unsure of her plans now.
"Does Abigail even look like she's marrying him? Look at her!"
Dorrie turned to look at her niece. Her beautiful and kind niece, who never even noticed her. Dorrie was jealous. Her niece never treated her seriously as an aunt once. Dorrie knew, Abigail has been laughing behind her back, about her funny little occult ways. Her sisters knew, her sisters told her all about Abigail and her nose in the air. Only when the Master needed someone to bridge his army across, Dorrie gladly offered up her niece. Had Dorrie been younger and prettier, what wouldn't she give for Queenship of the Underworld?
"You. Stuff his mouth." Abigail turned, gesturing at Dorrie.
"Abby, sweet…" Dorrie haven't had the full sentence out when Abigail slapped her across the face.
"Don't address me so familiarly, servant. I am Queen of the Dark Matter. I serve only the Master." A trickle of blood flowed down Dorrie's face.
"Yes, my Lady." Dorrie took a cloth from the kitchen and stuffed it into Ryoma's mouth.
"Now, we just have to wait for the Master. Then we can begin the ritual to solidify our hold on this richness. When I settle into this girl's body, we can begin our plan to take over."
Rivlorn looked at his handiwork. There were close to 30 witches in the room. All were to become vessels for his Oily army to come across. He has waited so long for someone to finally reach out to his religion. Being an Old God had some downside ability. His power was not like before, and in today's age it wasn't easy to get stupid human beings to sacrifice for you. Now, he just have to get back to the main show… Rivlorn disappeared.
"Hnn… What a piece of work." A being in black appeared from among the shadows, in the flickering candle light. So many dead bodies all for a demi-god.