Chapter 3: Light Up

A mysterious magician enters the fray, for what reason?

 

Out across the desert, the baren, desolate desert, a beacon shines across the sky, the demonic, swirling black sky.  A single glowing sign of hope hurtles downwards out of Iris’ grasp. 

 

Some below turn their eye’s upwards, reaching out with their soul for that light, finding within it a lifeline being extended towards them to pull their retched remains from this hell, back to their previous lives.  Others look toward the light, and can barely manage to open their eyes more than a crack to glimpse its beautiful glow, letting tears fill their vision as memories of their previous lives, of loved one’s lost, good time’s never to be had, of happiness and warmth flashes into their hearts.

 

Those who see the light and see hope are those who do not belong here.  The Karakura, the Adlet, the Bonnacon, and all the many other dark inhabitants of the Realm all look towards the streaking light and find nothing but hatred.  Drawn towards it with a primeval want to destroy it, they see the light through red eyes, filled to the brim with blood lust.

 

Falling ever closer to the sand scared the falling sign of hope grows white hot, spouting long angelic wings which with the easiest of beats slows the light to a near stop before dispersing in a million rays of sparkling crystals.  Left in midst of the shimmering rain, a lone man hovers soundlessly, as if suspended in time.  A great shudder crosses the lands as the rock and sand beneath this man from the light opens up into a dark pit.

 

A blast of raw heat and energy erupts from the hole, propelling the man far into the sky, just in time to miss a swipe as a sickly green be clawed hand reaches from the darkness, wantingly grabbing at him.

 

Landing upon the ground in a crouch, our man readies himself for the battle that has yet to begin.  Standing up straight and brushing himself off, he is a very impressive, yet awkward sight.  Over seven feet tall, and extremely lanky, he is adorned with a jet-black gentleman’s suit, resembling what one would find on a proper butler.  Creating the illusion that he is even taller, resting atop his head is a Victorian top hat, setting perfectly straight upon his head.  An intricate tattoo circles in bright red about his left eye, extending outward across his jaw line and down his neck under his suit, disappearing beneath it.

 

    

Gripping a long crooked wooden pole in his white gloved hands, our man stands strong in the face of his challenger, yelling out in a deep voice, “MY NAME IS DOC THOMAS!  I WILL ASK YOU ONCE, WHAT MANNER OF FOUL CREATURE ARE YOU?!”

 

Pulling itself out from the hole it created, a great pillar of smoke billowing from twin holes situated atop of its skulled cranium.  Standing up tall to view his tiny in comparison prey, the beast howls with laughter, long spiked tail swishing about behind it, its chest glows deep orange, a signal of the fire brewing within his chest.

 

“My name is Capacuan.”  The monster speaks with surprising calmness about him.  “Why does my prey wish to know his conqueror’s title, when soon all he will be is a burning corpse in the oven of my stomach?”

 

“It is only proper that I ask your name before I destroy you from this world…” mutters Thomas to himself as he bows and whispers inwardly, “before I wipe your soul from these sands for all of eternity.”

 

     Standing up at full attention once more, Thomas holds his staff out towards Capacuan, blue sparks of energy flowing from his hand outwards along the wood, Thomas charges forward in a surprisingly limber motion, making straight for his adversary.

 

     A blast of heat erupts from Capacuan’s gaping mouth, scorching his own jagged mouth and calloused tongue as the flamed spill out about them.  A mighty attack, but too slow of an ability to take Thomas by surprise, before the heat can even reach his pale face, he is off in the air, tattoos glowing bright against the dark surrounding,  emanating the magical power flowing through Thomas’ body, a sign that he is ready and charged.

 

     Staff aimed for the kill shot, a blast of lightning erupts out of the tip, screaming into a hit between the monsters black sunken eyes.  Crunching beneath the force of the blow, Capacuan’s thick skull crackles into bits and pieces, blowing apart.  Underneath a crimson, moldy lump of flesh with two undistinguishable eyes glaring towards their enemy, a defiant growl.

 

     “So you have some power behind your tiny stature, but it is no use my prey.”  Cackles Capacuan, smirking with a lopsided mouth, his face slowly sliding downward without the skulls support holding it in place.

 

     With a boom Capacuan vanishes and reappears in a dark mass behind Thomas.  Roaring out, the heat from within Capacuan’s body envelopes Thomas, lighting him ablaze.  The flames cover every inch of his body, but no scream is uttered, no horrible face, contorted in agony, just a simple grin, and a muttered “Check…”

 

     Turning in mid-air to face Capacuan, Thomas gives him a smile, and at Capacuan’s bewildered look of fear, Thomas screams out “MATE!”  Absorbing all of the flames in through his tattoos, Thomas’ skin glows with the energy of the blazing fire that had but a minute ago tried to scorch him.  Raising his arms towards the sky, Thomas gives a bellowing call.

 

     “RIGHT HAND OF THE LORD ALMIGHTY, BRING THINE JUSTICE TO OUR PLANE!  WITH ONE SWEEP OF YOUR MIGHTY FIST, GRANT MY WISH AND WIPE MY ENEMIES CLEAN FROM THIS WORLD!”

 

     His words still echoing into the silent space surrounding Capacuan and his battle, a light erupts in the sky above the pair, opening up in brilliant, undecipherable runes describing the most arcane of magic blaze aross the dark sky, bringing a moment of daylight to this world of gore.  The magic glows bright for one moment before opening up into a great door, blocking all worlds from that of heaven.  Creaking open silently Capacuan is absorbed by the sight unfolding in the sky above him, disappearing in a flash of light, Thomas is taken away from the scene as not to be pulled into his own attack.

 

     Bursting forth through the doors, a mighty fist, stronger than all the warriors of the world’s combines falls in a silent strike towards the ground below, towards Capacuan.  Screaming in terror, tears flow down the folds of his sagging face, hands held high in defense against this summons onslaught, as if that would help him.

 

     “Nothing can save you…”  Thomas’ voice whispers through Capacuan’s mind as the mighty hand of God himself strikes on top of him, crushing him into the earth below, grinding him into a fine grain, blending him down into the sand and dirt from which all things began.

 

     All things go blank before being drawn back through the door and disappearing into the heavens until being called upon once more.  Landing back upon the sand, Doc Thomas brushes his suit off, standing about the area, seeing no signs of the battle that just took place, seeing nothing but flat, crushed sand and earth about him.

 

     “I’m coming for you Miso…stand brave and I shall find you.”

 

Chapter Three:  Light Up - END