The Abysmal Records

Artemis's Gathering

Artemis wakes up, her head throbbing and her wolves lying around her. She sat up and looked around, trying to find the

"Where is Dean?" Artemis says as the wolves around her woke up. They looked around, sniffing the ground. Where Dean had been, the land was blackened and cracked, the chain she had given him broken in the center.

"Erebus has done something to awaken the boy's powers," Artemis says as her followers slowly turned back into humanoid form.

She picks up the chain, a flash of silver light shining through the cracks that Erebus's spell had caused. Her mind went to an empty black castle, the hallways darkened and hollow, the magical presence of Erebus filling the air. In the middle of the court courtyard, she saw Dean floating over a black lake, the empty and cold energy flowing out of the abyss.

"Hello, Artemis, " Erebus says, a cold chill is going through her body
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Artemis's eyes flew open, her hands covered in a black liquid as she dropped the chains.

She looked at her silver-eyed minions and said sadly, "Dean is about to release the abyss upon the world."

Artemis sat at her altar, crafting the only spell that she knew could contain the release of the abyss. 'Moon Shattered,' the sacrifice of her planetary power. As she prepared, she mixed her blood; all the herbs of her association whispered her spells of ancient upon the mixture. Finally, she takes the necklace of glowing silver off her neck, crushing it in her palm as a tear falls down her face.

After a while, the two warriors bringing Dean's mom arrive, with one of her handmaidens in the toe. The woman wore armor of flexible shining silver, a lance of wood with a tip of silver on her back.
The two warriors walked in carrying Deans' mom, lying her on one of the mats away from the others.

Artemis's handmaiden walks into the altar room to find Artemis lying on the ground unconscious, a mixture of glowing silver sitting atop the altar.

The handmaiden rushes over to Artemis, kneeling beside her.

"My queen?" she says, laying her hand upon the Goddesses cheek.

Artemis opened her eyes slowly, but they were no longer silver, simply a deep milky brown.

"What has happened, my Goddess?" the handmaiden says, helping Artemis to her feet.

"Iphigenia," the former Goddess, her handmaiden's name, slowly waking out of her daze.

"I have to get to The Lord of Darkness's castle as soon as possible," Artemis says, leaning heavily on Iphigenia.

"Call all the other handmaidens, for this may be our Last Hunt," Artemis says as she falls onto the lounging chair covered in furs at the back of the room.

Iphigenia bows solemnly before Artemis and walks out of the room, her aura flaring bronze as she steps into her quarters.

She grabs chalk out of her pouch and begins to draw symbols of ancient Greek and Arabic upon the ground, her aura flowing into every sigil. A circle formed; she sits in the center of the process, her aura flaring and flowing into the sigils drawn on the ground.

She calls out to all her fellow handmaidens, the ones who had left the order or banished from the coven. She even reached out to the outcast hybrids that Artemis had hidden in a small forest between the seen and unseen so they wouldn't be caged and experimented on because they couldn't live in the Unseen. From across all seven realms, she reached out to all of Artemis's allies.

Only a few responded immediately, their energy flowing back with messages on them. But as time went on, more began to answer the call to their fellow handmaiden and lycanthropy ancestor.

Iphigenia sat in the circle for countless hours, auras of different colors flowing around and through her rustic brown ambiance, delivering messages and sending them out. Her specialty being communication magic, she was able to summon large groups of people together through complex and very time-exhausting energy work. The spell only comprised symbols given to her on her journey back from the Underworld, Artemis reviving and making her an immortal after her people gathered together and sacrificed her. She chuckled at the reassuring irony of that as another of the handmaidens responded to her spellwork, confirming their arrival tomorrow morning.

As Iphigenia works on the coven summoning, Artemis lays down in her altar room, pouring over her silver grimoire, the only knowledge she had of what was to come lying within its pages. When she tried to do magic now, her energy came out as a soft green with flecks of silver shimmering through it. She was no longer immortal, now a mortal, her aura no longer a pure metallic color.

She was sure the other vital Key holders knew the conduit of her power was destroyed, the silver necklace used to make the potent mixture. All the other Gods of the different clans, colors, and lineages are bound to start preparing for battle. While not as strong as she once was, the spells from her Book of Silver still worked, albeit watered-down versions.

She poured the glowing silver elixir into a silver vial with diamond jewels surrounding the spout. She stopped it with a silver cork, weaving a spell of protection around it. She then pocketed it in her inner breast pocket, already thinking of the next course of action.

She had to find a way to get to Apollon and convince him to help the unseen world in this multi-world threat. She began to craft a portal, but her energy reserved had shrunken significantly, and she overextended herself before the spell was complete. Right as she ran out of power, three women walked into the room and together caught the weaving of the magic, binding the last bit in place with a sung time slowing song as they didn't know how to continue it.

Artemis looks over at them with sweat on her furrowed brow; a weak smile shows across her face.

"Hekaerge, Loxo, and Oupis," Artemis calls to the three women as she falls on the lounge chair. "I need your help to finish crafting a portal to the Heavenly Realm."

Loxo looked down at Artemis with a sort of snarl. "What has happened to your power, my Queen?" Loxo says as Oupis rushes over to Artemis with worry. She sings a soft song of healing over the Goddess, soothing her auric field that had been almost completely drained.

Hekaerge looks over at the sigils flickering green and silver on the room wall and gets right to the point. "What must we do to complete the spell?"

Artemis reached for her Book of Silver and opened it to the pages of the Heavenly realm portal. A spell only to be used in case of an emergency, she warranted the summoning of the Abysmal Lord, and the potential destruction of both the Seen and Unseen was worth a visit to her dear brother.

"Sing after me," Artemis says to the three women.

"The bridge of the realms I call,

Grant me passage to the Heavens Above.

The place of my Birth and My Power,

I reach my hand out to you, brother.

Let us meet in this time of peril again."

The women immediately began to sing the magic, the sigils on the wall starting to glow bright yellow, deep red, and a soft blue, intertwining with the green and silver energy.

After repeating the spell in their siren voices, the portal opened, a golden elevator appearing on the side of the room.

Artemis lets out a chuckle and walks over to the elevator, pressing the button.

"Thank you, ladies," Artemis says, looking back at the trio of handmaidens, "I will be back soon."

The elevator opens, and Artemis walks through the doors, her aura turning into the armor of green, purple, and silver, as was before she was granted Godhood. She gulped as the doors closed behind her.

"Hopefully, my brother isn't as foolish and naive as he was three eons ago," Artemis says as she feels the elevator begin to move upward.