The Game Before the Fall

Chapter 83: Our Choices. (Part 1)

Chapter 83: Our Choices.

Callus of the Violet Oath:

Callus had never felt strength like this before. For so long now he had felt his body wane. He had lost, been broken and sealed. Internally however, Callus bided his time. He would wait. Locked in a cell where even the extraordinary couldn't wander, he waited and, soon enough, fate answered. The door to his cell was blown open and before Callus' eyes a woman appeared. She stood tall, silver sparkling hair that reflected soft pink colours and smooth almost pale skin. Immediately she intrigued him. If not for her beauty but the strange ecstatic and powerful smile she bore.

"Hello there," a soft voice that was beyond simply tempting. "You must be Callus."

"What's it to you?" he asked back, standing from his bunk.

"Everything," she smiled, eyes basking in his presence. "You could say I'm a fan. I've always wanted to get to know you. The time however wasn't right but now, now it's perfect."

Callus smirked, "Then where do we go from here? My body's been shackled. If you're here to free me then go ahead and tell me what you need."

The woman laughed mirthfully, "Had it been another time we'd need to go through a process, but now I've been gifted a special talent by a most prosperous relation." She reached out and touched him, "All I need you to do is remember."

In an instant Callus felt his body swell with power. The lock the boy had placed upon him shattered and the Aura that had been contained let loose. If that was all, Callus already would have been thankful, but the power continued. A vision of a blazing red sun glared down upon him and within it he saw a smile. That smile crept to his lips and while he knew what madness it would bring, Callus simply raised his arms before it.

Red crystals began to bleed all across his emancipated body and from them folds of flesh. The thin cloth that had covered him tore away as Callus' body was remade into the image of his perfection, stronger even than before. The scars of his training faded and what was left was a perfect muscular physique.

"Oh my," the woman's eyes flickered as she traced his bare abdomen. "You responded even better than I anticipated."

Callus took her hand, "All hail the Faceless King."

"All hail the King indeed," the woman replied clasping his hand in hers. "Now dear Callus, what do you want the most?"

"Vengeance," he smiled. "I will show Zen and her apprentices just what happens when they go against me. I'll have them beg at my feet for salvation."

"And what a glorious moment that will be," the woman leaned into him. "But while we wait, shall we 'test' this new body of yours?"

"Of course." With his mind filled with desire, Callus had never felt so powerful.

**

Veranvanter:

"This is Vanter, checking in," I spoke into the communication band around my wrist.

"We hear you," the Director's voice replied. "What's your situation?"

"We've just taken control back of the New York office. Any problems so far?" I looked about to the people around us. Three members of the Violet Oath and two more from ISPA, then there was Ana. On the floor were several demons. Some tied up and bound, others dead. We hadn't gone easy on them and attacked them by surprise. Thankfully there were no Rift Walkers.