Order of the Golden Dawn (Neophyte Series 2)

CHAPTER 32 : A LESSON IN VRIL

        A dim, red luminance seemed to radiate from beneath his very skin as viscous, oily Black Matter oozed from the corners of his sinister, red eyes.

    'How can you possibly be Adolf Hitler? You were before his time.' I asked, turning to hit the button to summon the elevator.

    Before I could prepare myself, Mordecai charged with the vigorous authority of the Devil Himself.

    His claws tore into my stomach as I was pushed with great force into the elevator. The metal of the doors crinkled like tin as the skin on my torso scraped through. Sparks flew within the compartment as I was pinned against the wall with a force so powerful that it heavily dented its cold, metallic surface.

    The corners of his mouth slit open and Black Matter dripped onto my gray flesh; the oily, black blood sizzling through my skin like boiling acid.

    'You're out of your league, boy.' His sickly, demonic voice trembled through me as he ripped out a handful of my innards. I screamed so loud that I felt the Gray Matter pull off my flesh and expose my face. His jaw unhinged and a slithering black tongue slipped into my open wound; pushing its way into my pelvis.

    Feeling the might of The Judgment course through my veins, my inner light ignited with a mighty blast and Mordecai was blown back out of the elevator. Though his body flipped through the air, he landed on his feet, slid across the surface of the smooth floor and raised his brow. Like a reptile, his missing fingers and snake tongue grew back just as fast as I had blown them off.

    'Oh, for fuck sakes.' I sighed, frantically pounding the buttons on the interior of the lift.

    Mordecai sprinted forward, his eyes burning with anger but before he could reach me in time, the doors closed. As the elevator began descending I felt the weight of his body slam against the roof of the compartment.

    Strapping the spear to my leg, it sunk into my flesh as my legs began to invert themselves. I felt the top of my head sharpen to a point and solidify as the elevators support cables snapped and I propelled myself upward with a mighty thrust.

    As time slowed, my head crashed through the roof, catching a quick glimpse of Mordecai's sinister face as I grabbed hold of anything I could grasp. My nails caught the ridge of a floor as the elevator plummeted to its base, taking Mordecai along for the ride.

    Before I could really form a plan, my free hand morphed into a pry bar. Jamming my arm between the two doors, my flesh split in two, prying the doors open with just enough room to squeeze through and onto the random floor.

    Allowing the elevator door to shut, I muffled the loud crash of the elevator cart below, but the sound of a raging cry of fierce hatred was quickly rising within the shaft.

    Moonlight shone gently through the windows, lighting the corridor with a soft glow, and at the end of the lengthy hallway I could see a large set of encrypted doors. They seemed generally out of place as its surroundings appeared rather bland in comparison.

    Focusing on the glowing encryptions on the surface of the doors, my body burst into white smoke and a split-second later I arrived before them, desperately trying to stay one step ahead of Mordecai.

    I searched for a handle, but in its place was an electronic panel mounted between the towering stone doors, a thin slot attached next to the key pad. I desperately pounded each button, hoping that if I could only get inside the room, the encryptions might keep me safe.

    'Your efforts are futile, boy. Why deny the inevitable?'

    Mordecai was casually strolling down the hall toward me, apparently not threatened in the slightest. It appeared that the form I had grown up with was no more than a disguise, a black matter replica of someone else; his true form that of Adolf Hitler himself.