The Abysmal Records

Artemis & Her Monks

Erebus floats into the air, his eyes flaring gold from behind the shades. He floats over to Dean, placing his hand against his chest softly.

"He was just in the way," Erebus says with a smirk, a blast of freezing energy rippling through Dean's body. He falls to his knees in front of him, Erebus's touch paralyzing him.

"I can make you stronger, give you every power you could dream of," Erebus says, looking over at Malik.

"He was a lost soul who fell into my realm," he sends images of a weak and battered spirit roaming in the darkness. "I turned his soul into a conduit of darkness, not bound by good or evil," Erebus looks down at Dean's face, his eyes hidden.

"Why are you even doing this?" Dean says through gritted teeth, his hand holding up his face.
"I want to give you the world master," Erebus glances at the broken and shattered tree.

"This realm is only a small part; the druids who locked me away will experience true horror as they watch all their forests tainted with my divine abyss," Erebus growls as he lets go of him.

Dean slumps over to the side, his body tingling as he looks up at him. Erebus floats over to Malik.

"Now that we have formed here, let's rebuild what we once ruled," Erebus glances around at the destruction.

Dean looks over at the black book that he summoned, crawling over to it and opening its pages.

He was thinking of a way to stop Erebus from destroying everything, the book's symbols coming to a rest. The pages glowing bright purple, Erebus turns around to see the book in my hand.

"I command the Primordial of Darkness, the Lord of the Abysmal plane, to stand before me and heed only my call," Dean yells as his Aura flows into the book's pages.

Erebus floats over and bows before him, the book in his hands the only thing keeping him from flying away.

"Bring Richard back," Dean screams at him, the book flaring.

"Richard has slipped into my realm, and there he will stay," Erebus whispers, his head held low.
"Well, then what the fuck," Dean yells, "how do we get him back?"

Pyne stood in front of Dean, the book's pages flipping until it rested at a picture of him alongside a submission incantation.

Dean felt the space between his eyes throb as he read the incantation.

"The beast born from hatred and fury,
Given breath by the vices of man,
I bind you to the Will of thy master.
The workings of God for all to see,
I grant you the gift of my command,
Fierce demon of the abyss."

Pyne screeched out and bowed before him. The forces of the spell bound Pyne and Erebus in place.
"Master, this tree is connected to the forces of Yggdrasil, and as such, the higher realms know of my presence in this world, " Erebus says with a deep scowl on his face.

"Those foul Nephilim sniffing their aura into this realm is the last thing we want, " Malik declares from above, swooping down and slashes at Dean's left arm. The wraiths leap at Malik, grabbing at his nails. His mind going blank as another blast of raw energy radiates through his body, his head throbbing.

Dean drops the book, the spell on Erebus and Pyne breaking. Pyne rushes over and grabs the book off the floor, running back over to Erebus. Erebus holds the book from Pyne, and Erebus wipes black drool off it.

"Good boy, " Erebus says, his hands wrapped tightly around the book.

Erebus looks from Dean to the tree, both battered and abused. His eyes flare gold from behind the sunglasses, the tree igniting into a shadowy flame. The ground around the tree lost all light; the fire ran up the tree, setting the branches and leaves in a black smokeless flame. The tree crumbled and withered, all the life flowing from the tree.