Erebus felt his spell being activated from the Unseen, sitting calmly on the throne as an orb of slick black and gold appeared right beside Dean's floating figure.
He beckoned the orb forward, and it opened at his feet, revealing a sleeping boy holding a red staff. Erebus felt the overwhelming aura the boy had, so he immediately wove a containment spell to bind the boy's power, placing him on a lounge chair in the corner of the room.
Erebus pulls the wand out from beside the throne, picking up the grimoire.
"Time to turn you into your intended form," Erebus says as gold energy flares into the wand, flashing around the stick like electricity. He drew from the monastery boys' energy, the staff overflowing with power for a few moments.
Then the sigils died out, and the staff melts onto the ground. An obsidian crown formed out of the last remains of the staff, five sockets sitting upon the ties of it.
"The gods of old will finally rise from the locked depths of the Abyss," Erebus says with an air of magnificence as he picks up the crown.
With a toss of his hand, it hovers over Deans' head, waiting for the moment he would awaken.
As if on cue, the boy from the orb slowly begins to wake up, his immediate response to clench the red staff.
"Hello," Erebus sneers, floating over to the corner.
The boy turns around with an aura of pure light blazing, making the pentagram symbol and blasting Erebus with it. Next, he waves his staff in the form of a cross, white light leaving the sign of the cross floating in the air. He thrusts his team into the cross, sending it Erebus's way.
Erebus was pushed back by the first attack, the second being shielded by Erebus as he threw up a God-level protection spell.
"Fascinating," Erebus says as he weaves spears of the Abyss and hurls them at the boy.
The boy's staff turns into a shield, runes of white energy drawing the spears to its surface.
The spears thudded into the boy's shield, his aura flaring, portraying a man with long flowing white hair and beard, eyes grey and yellow as the spears melted onto the ground.
"Such a duality with your powers," Erebus says as the shadows of the chamber begin to gather at his feet.
"I am the last of my Father's kind living on in his name," the boy says, a sword of light forming in his hand, looking in the shape of lightning.
"I see," Erebus says as golden sigils liter the floor, a deep rawr coming from within the shadows in front of him, "And who might this Father be?"
"My father was the King of Gods, the bringer of Thunder and Lightning, died fighting Thor himself for the Throne, Jupiter the Almighty," the boy bellows, standing tall as the aura of Jupiter fully encompasses him. Gold and white armor envelopes him, the red shield turning pure white with the symbol of a lightning bolt on it.
A giant claw rises from the abyss Erebus summoned in front of him, an enormous black-furred beast. As it pulled itself out of the hole, its head scratched the ceiling.
"This is Fenrir, older brother to Pyne," Erebus says, floating up to the beast's shoulder and sitting on it.
Just as Erebus said Pyne's name, the beast came rushing into the throne room, slamming its significantly smaller body against its brother.
Fenrir growled, vibrating the entire room, and looked down at Pyne. The hound kept leaping up, nipping at Fenrir's neck.
Fenrir's giant tongue fell out of its mouth and licked Pyne, Pyne being lifted off the ground growling playfully.
Erebus chuckled and looked over to the child of Zeus.
"And what might your name be, boy?" Erebus says as both Fenrir and Pyne turn their attention to the boy.
"My name is Luka Zeusalis, a light-bringer to the guild of the Light Watchers," the boy says as he looks from Fenrir to Pyne.
"Well, I am Erebus, Lord of Eternal Darkness," Erebus says with a deep smile, gold eyes shining behind his shades, "and this seems like it's going to get bloody," he says with a shrug.
"Your father is the one who stole the new world from me so long ago so you and your little pantheon could escape their father, Cronus," Erebus frowns deeply. "Very unpleasant fellow to be locked away with," sigils of Gold form around Luka's feet, feeling as if weights had been put around his legs.
Fenrir dashes toward Luka at a supernatural speed, barely giving Luka enough time to block the attack with his shield.
The giant claw slams into the shield, sending Luka flying across the room. His sword fades out of existence as he loses concentration.
Pyne leaped at Luka, his teeth bared and fangs extended. He collides with Luka's shield is blown back by a white light.
Pyne is thrown into Fenrir, a weak whimper coming from his smoking body as he falls to the floor.
Erebus' eyes flare gold, the shades on his face cracking as the room was covered in a black aura. Luka began to sink into the shadows at his feet, feeling his power drained out of him.
Luka lets out one last flare of pure white energy before the shadows swallow him into the Abyss.
"He'll stay there with Cronus till we need him for the ritual," Erebus says, soothing Fenrir on the head as the beast licked at Pyne's wounded body.
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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...
