In Memoriam - An Unus Annus Fanfiction

19.04 - 04/19 - The Illuminati... Do they really exist

TW: Blood mention, injury mention

»Take a look at this,« Annus said, handing the book to Unus. »Do you think that's true?« His friend read the page he opened, did a double take, shook his head and read it again, this time out loud. »During the first era, before Atlantis retreated to where it is today, a plan was made to recruit outstanding minds into our leadership.« He shook his head. »What is this, the Avengers?« His finger trailed back to where he left the text. »These brilliant people form the high council, also called the Illuminati.« He handed the book back to Annus. »Of course the Illuminati are the leaders of Atlantis. Which is a society of people from different worlds. Hey, do you remember when we thought meeting a real mage was crazy?«
»Yeah. I need a drink.«

The cavern walls trembled underneath the force of the explosion. The sigils on the stone flickered like light bulbs shortly before burning through. The spell withstood, at least for now. Black blood was running down the fists of the former mage as he punched the wall again. The magic barrier tore at Antis flesh, but the pain only made him more ecstatic. For months he had lost sight of Unus and Annus. For weeks, he had to keep his head down, observe, follow, do nothing. He hated it, but every impulse told him to wait. For long, he didn't even know what to wait for, but now that he was here, everything fell into place. He wanted them to lead him here, to this place. This cavern held a secret, and he needed whatever it protected. Deep down, he knew that there was something that could become dangerous to him. He did not know what it was, nor did he care. Anti just wanted to tear it apart until nothing was left. He punched the wall again.
On the other side of the barrier, guards positioned themselves. This was the second strange happening within less than twenty four hours, and by the way the dust fell from the wall and the ground rumbled, they knew this one could not be resolved without violence.

The wall broke before the bones in Antis hand could fully do so. The symbols flamed up like a dying stare, taking away his eyesight and making him nauseous. He felt invisible strings attached to his limbs. They tried force him down, but he grabbed them and pulled, cold steel whizzed past his face, blunt blades scratched his arms. He laughed at the silhouettes that danced before his eyes. He could smell their fear. It drove him up the wall. This would be a lot of fun.