The Darkness Complete.

Chapter 7: Student

"Lift your hand." Said the Elder, Jadek complied, his pale white hand rising. "Now repeat after me. Tollite petra manibus." Jadek repeated the world and he could feel a slight tingle in his hand. The boulder he was learning to lift wouldn't budge. "Propter Christus!" The old man yelled, bring his wrinkled palm to his face and burying it in the skin of his hand. "Try again. Tollite petra manibus." The old man was losing patience, they had been at this for 4 hours now, the rock seemed to be mocking him, shivering with movement, and then stopping. Jadek looked at the elder with annoyance, he too was feeling the strain. Magic wore you out, you had to be strong to use it successfully, and it would take a long time for Jadek to learn, but how much time that the civilians and people of Netherworld had was unknown. The Elder had called for half of the armies of Netherworld to gather in the village, they would go through the river and defend Netherworld against The Shurian threat. There wasn't much hope for the worlds, Mezathon would've probably already fallen, their ignorance would've blinded them into confusion and they would've either surrended to slavery or been destroyed. There was still hope. The Elder saw something inside Jadek, something different, he was different to most others, with his long black hair that seemed to parallel the white hair that his villagers shared, he was very different, he had a destiny. Suddenly the stone began to shake, a high pitched grating sound began to come from where the stone was, it was grating against the rock that it had been placed on. It looked as if it was about to make a leap into the air. Then it suddenly stoped moving. "Try it again." Barked The Elder.

The throne room was bare, minus a few guards and the queen of Mezathon. A hooded figure slowly slumped towards the throne, as if it wasn't meant to be moving anymore. On it's side stood two of the flying beasts and in front of the hooded figure there was a richly dressed floating figure with strikingly beautiful features and kelp green hair. She was dressed in armour, but it didn't even seem to burden her. The queen stood, drawing her rapier and her guards surrounded her.

"I see that you are not prepared to succumb to us." The richly dressed figure purred, her voice like honey, thick and calming in the air. She looked at the hooded figure. "You are brave to face us like this, queen Kel'Drasa." Spoke the richly dressed woman. "I am Princess Zephyre. Surrender your empire and world to us, and you will be taken into slavery, but kept alive. We wish to, enlighten you." "We will never surrender to evil." Spat the queen, her soldiers ajusted their positions, they could feel a fight was about to happen. The princess only smirked. She stepped aside. "Let me show you my Good Will." Zephyre grinned. "Then maybe we can...make arrangements." The hooded figure lifted it's shrouded hands and pulled down the shroud that covered it's face, revealing the princess's Good Will to the queen.

"What is this 'Abomination' doing in my throne room?!" Screeched the queen, her long nose pointing at the creature. It had a long line of foul yellow liquid dripping from it's mouth. It's eyes glowed unnaturally purple and it raised it's head, frowning deviously.

"This is my Good Will, and unless we can come to an agreement, she will tear you all apart." The princess eyed the queen, dragging her finger across the royal guards, instilling fear in their hearts, Good Will let a chuckle out, it sounded like glass being scratched along stone, it pierced the hearts of the guards and they began to look around at eachother in terror. "So, what shall we do?"

"You will leave this holy place, demons." The queen bravely declared.

"Good Will. If you would." The princess allowed Good Will to step forward, a blood smeared metal glaive pierced through the skin of Good Wills right wrist, the beast grunted and when half of it had ejected from it's flesh Good Will began to stumble forward. "Who will fight her?" The princess leered at the guards when an over-confident young man stepped out of the mass.

"I will fight her, for the queen, and for Mezathon!" The young man stepped forward, sword in hand. He swung, the metal fell towards Good Will and connected with her shoulder, cleaving through flesh and cartilage. Good Will looked down at the wound and back up at the man. A green pus-like liquid seeped from the wound, it smelled foul. Good Will extender her hand. Half of the glaive had already been drawn from the dead girls wrist, the young boy tried to move his hand, but Good Wills mesmerizing stare stopped him, he was trapped holding the sword. The glaive that had half ejected from Good Will's arm prodded the young man, making him wince in pain, her arm began to shake violently, then suddenly another quarter of the glaive slipped out of her wrist, impaling the young boy through his stomach. The boy looked down and gargled in pain, his mouth begining to well up with blood. The boys body fell to the ground, his sword screeching as it scratched along Good Will's bone, etching lines into the white surface of her bone. The other men began to rush forward. Good Will continued to dispatch them, slicing chunks out of their skulls or simply tearing at them with teeth. The guards fell one by one, desolated by a small undead girl. Only the queen was left alive, stabbed through her stomach.

"Good Will, your services are once again welcome." Purred the Princess, her petite feet dangling over the floor. She could've easily dispatched the soldiers, but she wanted to instill fear into the people of Mezathon.

"Please..."  Begged the queen, her hands over her stomach dyed red by the thick and warm liquid that poured from her stomach. The walking corpse turned to The princess, moaning softly.

"If you must..." Whispered the princess. The corpse slowly began to stumble towards the dying body of the queen and the Princess began to float in the opposite direction, her wings flapping and spraying blood from the floor everywhere, painting the walls a dark red colour. The sound of flesh being ripped from bone and feminine screams were heard. The princess left the room, leaving her minion to feed in peace.

"Come on boy, just a little more." The Elder yelled, Jadek was sweating like a pig, the stone was floating in mid air, suspended by pure strands of magic. Jadek only knew how to command shadows beforehand, but now he could lift and throw things. "Now, drop the stone and pick up the branch." The old man pointed at a small wooden log that sat on the floor next to the stone, Jadek hadn't seen it a moment ago, as if it'd just appeared out of no where.

"But i've only just managed to lift that!" Jadek protested, wiping his soaked brow, his bangs covered in sticky hot sweat.

"When we complete one task we know it is too easy." The old man lectured Jadek. "So that is why we always progress, it makes us stronger. That is the Netherworldian way." Jadek glanced at the old man and snorted, before turning his attention to the log, drawing all of the magical energy he had placed in the rock into the log, it didn't move a budge.

"C'mon boy, we'll be here all day!"

The watchful eyes of the lietenant gazed at the stars, a meer sheet of magical-empowered glass seperating him from the vacuum of space, it was relieving for him, on their steam powered spaceships they could travel afar, they had thousands of worlds that they had conquered, however they had only found life on Mezathon so far, and they knew that there was life on the other world. Netherworld, they called it Netherworld, a realm bound together by immense magic. The lietenant laughed to himself. 'They don't even know what immense magic is.' he thought. 'Somewhere out there, we will find you, and we will find them, and we will become ultimate beings.' He rested his hand on the pane of glass and closed his eyes, thinking of the glory of golden wings and the power of the council that created his race, the council he prayed to everyday. He deemed himself Chosen, an enlightened one, and so he would become one of the Chosen, it was his dream...