Hidden Mysteries: Soulforce

Chapter 36: The Battle

                                                      Chapter 36

                                                      The Battle

“War would end if the dead could return.” – Stanley Baldwin

Today was the day. He could feel it in his bones and in the air around him. Everything was vibrating with the same bloodlust he felt, amplifying it all the more. His grin stretched from ear to ear, his violet eyes in a sort of frenzy as he watched the troops gather around their leader – him. The troops consisted of about three hundred or more elemental users, each having their own element: ice, fire, water, air, lightning, earth and some other ones like energy. The rest of his army was made up of millions of shadow creatures. A small unit of them was magically altered to be bigger, stronger and deadlier. Some had keener senses, others longer claws, some could even use their energy.

His castle was in a festive mood like no other and Metus felt that this would be their final battle. Those two annoying children couldn’t handle a battle, much less a war that would decide their dimensions’ – not to mention ultimately their world’s – fate. They surely would be killed the moment they stepped foot in that battlefield. No one would show mercy, his troops weren’t trained to know the word. Sure they could take prisoners, but that was after the battle would be won. During the war, whoever met them would fall – and not necessarily in one piece.

He shrugged his trench coat on, clasping the buckle in the front, covering the small blades and poisoned knives. It will be glorious, he thought, smirking to himself. Behind his closed eyelids images of bloodied fields flashed and he could almost hear those delicious screams of pain and fear. The flash of metallic swords and their clangs echoed in his mind, making their way through his memories. The man himself had been in countless wars and there was always a certain energy in the air, one that alerted the soldiers that this would be the final battle. Yes, today was his day….

He had picked the place perfectly for his troops. It would befuddle the other side and they would have the upper hand. The black holes that would scatter the ground would be used to their advantage, even if most were just illusions and had no pull. In battle, you didn’t think, you acted. Everything would seem logical.

His lavender hues scanned his throne room once more before he teleported to the dungeon to bargain with the prisoners. If they fought with him, they’d be free…then again, his troops would kill the abandoned fools in the beginning before these prisoners even thought they had a chance to fight or flee. His low chuckle seemed to evoke more dimness to shroud him in as he walked deeper, his footsteps hushed by the damp stones. He was a shadow now, engulfed in the very thing portrayed him: the darkness.

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The sun twinkled faraway as the small star it was. Metus stepped through the portal and its dizzying colors and winds, into the barren moon of one of the planets. He looked around, catching the tilted ringed planet the humans called Jupiter. To him, it was a lost cause. Earth was made of physical matter and the only way to get to it unharmed was to capture the thirty-one other dimensions and even then, it would not be a great win. Humans did not know of his existence or of anyone else’s on the spiritual plane except for those two girls. Then again, if he played his cards right, he could influence their planet and the people on it. Subliminal cues or just small whispers were all that was needed for humans to become his puppets.

He grinned, thinking about how easy it would be to kill them. Since they could already see through the veil and be affected by people and things on this side, he could either poison them or have his wizards, shadow creatures, anyone actually possess one of the weak humans to kill those girls. For the poisoning, their doctors would not be able to find anything in their systems, but the symptoms would be there. Oh that would be splendid! How torturously slow they’d die, their families torn with grief over this ‘unknown’ disease and at the same time he’d spread panic on Earth. Humans were the most susceptible targets.