Danae wakes up to the smell of dog and warm fur surrounding her. Three giant wolves slumbered around her as she woke up. She sat there in terror for a second before her military training took over. She wove a spell of silence around her using one-handed gestures; illusion spells her specialty, making her an essential part of undercover military ops.
Orange energy flowed around her as she elegantly lifted herself off the mat. The wolf to her right rolled over slightly, its head expecting her to be there thrown onto the floor. It jolts awake, looking up at Danae.
The last thing that attacked her was a giant black horned beast, and she wasn't about to take any chances this time. She began to weave a spell of minor summoning in one hand and a paralysis spell. In the military, the higher-ups needed to learn to be able to know how to use at least two magics at the same time. An orange tiger spirit flows down from above as she throws the orb of energy into the air. In her other hand, a handgun began to form out of orange energy.
As the tiger spirit collided with the handgun beginning to form, a flash of power hit as Danae finished her spell, summoning her signature Spell Caster set to paralysis. She aims and fires at the giant wolf, the gunfire silent. The wolf falls slump against the mat, Danae stealthfully weaving around the other sleeping wolves.
She reached the exit and rushed out, only to run into a woman dress in the armor of dark red and ocean blue and a silver trident, leaning over the edge of the stairway smoking a cigar.
"You don't want to go out there," the woman says to Danae, taking a drag from her cigar.
"Where is 'out there?'" Danae says as she comes to a halt.
"We are in a small patch of the Abysmal, or Unseen Realm under the protection of the Goddess Artemis," the woman says in a deep voice, looking out into the emptiness around them.
Danae decides to stop and walks over to the woman clad in armor. She had a calming melancholy aura about her that Danae related to. That and she was saying top-secret government magical intel, our endeavors only recently allowing us access small portions of the vast realms of the Unseen.
"And who might you be?" Danae says, placing the gun in her back pocket.
"I'm Britomartis, handmaiden to the Moon Goddess Artemis," she says, taking a deep drag. The label on the cigar had a bull's head on it, a scar going across her face.
"Why am I at this Goddesses realm?" Danae's eyes look around at the space in front of them.
"Well, it seems your boy summoned Apep, Erebus, the Great Lord of Evil and Darkness," Britomartis says in all seriousness.
Danae knew something was going on, but what did this woman mean by the Dean summoning the Lord of Evil? She remembered the last morning she saw him, Erebus, and how her elemental fairy had gone all haywire before he left, and it made her wonder. She had only ever been able to summon spiritual thingies and energized holograms, but her son was capable of summoning an actual Primordial Deity?
"When that giant hell hound came to my house, I knew there was a massive magical force at play," Danae says, reaching her hand out for the cigar.
Britomartis passes the cigar over to Danae, her aura bringing the feeling of tremendous sorrow and a calming fear.
"So what's this Apep's story? If my intel is correct, you are all mythological beings hidden or embraced by the ever so illusive Council of Light?" Danae questions.
"All I know is that this is one of my Queen Artemis's biggest battles ever," Britomartis looks onward with a worried expression upon her face, "and I have come to pay my tribune for the immortality my Goddess bestowed upon me oh so long ago."
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The Abysmal Records
FantasyA story about a high school graduate exposed to a bizarre turn of events: first, he's was about to go out to a high school party with some friends, and a dragon ruins that night out. Then he tries to go out to get his mom a slushie, and the storekee...
