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Okay, after many unneeded RL events, I'm now going to start posting the second season of Chaos Rising. Unlike Season 1, which was finished when I started to post it, Season 2 is only about maybe 1/3rd done, give or take, and RL events keep getting in the way, preventing me from being able to just sit down and write. But, enough of that, let's get going with Chapter 1 of Chaos Rising: Dawn of Heroes. (Warning: contains language and brief nudity (sorta))
It had been a few days since the Light Elf royal family had been put on trial. The three disgraced Light Elves had now been enslaved and were put to work under the watchful eyes of the Delgunner knights, with the newly renamed Wench still working with Lucas as a party member. At the time, Celtic was back at the hospital getting final checks on his heath, the rest of his party waiting to hear the news.
Shortly, a medic walked out to them, smiling, “The Shroud Hero is in perfect health now. He can go back onto the frontlines. Still, he needs to be careful of that Chaos Blood Curse technique. He was lucky this time, but even King Duskbane admits that it can be potentially fatal to the user as well as the opponent. Try to keep him from using it again, as even if he does survive it, repeated use could do long-term damage to him.”
Skye and the others nodded, “We will.”
“Good. He’ll be out shortly, so just hang tight for a few more minutes.”
He left the room. A few minutes later Celtic appeared, much to the relief of his party. Skye tackled him in a hug, making him blush.
“Skye!” he protested. “Take it easy, I’m not dead… yet.”
The Light Elf giggled, “What? I can’t be happy that you’re okay, Cel? That’s not fair, as I was worried about you. We all were.” She then gained a serious expression, “Cel, the medic said you really mustn’t use Chaos Blood Curse again, because if it doesn’t kill you outright, it could cause long-term damage to you. So, please, don’t use Chaos Blood Curse again, okay?”
Celtic merely looked away, “I know, I know, I was told that, too. Now that I actually know about it and what it can do I don’t think I’ll be using it again. Whenever a Demon-type spell is unlocked, it just shows me the name and incantation. It doesn’t tell me what the spell does or its costs. It effectively becomes a case of trial-and-error for me, as I don’t know much else about whatever the spell is that I’m using. Especially since there isn’t a lot of information about Demon magic out there to begin with, so it ends up a live and learn situation. Not much I can do about that, but from what I’ve been told, Chaos Blood Curse is pretty much the only exception to the usual ‘demons being unharmed by Demon magic side-effects’ bit, so it shouldn’t be too much of an issue from now on. I’ll be fine, Skye, so don’t worry about it.”
“Let’s hope so,” Leon said. “Demon magic is an extremely powerful branch of magic, but it has costly side-effects. From what we know, even other demons refrain from using Demon magic too often out of caution. So, you’d better learn some other magic, like Shadow, so you don’t have to rely on things like Wrath Fire to get the job done.”
Suddenly a voice said, “And I know just how to do that.”
They all turned to see King Duskbane walk up to them.
“King Duskbane!” Rupert said, surprised.
“What are you doing here, Your Majesty?” Viola asked.
King Duskbane smiled, “For starters, I wanted to see how Avalar is doing. I knew he was getting his final checkup today, so I wanted to know what his status is.”
Tyroe smiled, “You don’t have anything to worry about, Your Majesty. Cel has been given a clean bill of health. He’s good to go.”
“Excellent, just what I wanted to hear.” He then turned to Celtic, “The next thing I wanted to mention is Happy Belated Birthday, my dear nephew.”
Celtic looked stunned, “Wait… what? Birthday? Did my birthday come and go without me realizing it?”
King Duskbane nodded, “Yes, indeed. You turned 20 not too long ago. Your birthday was the same day as the most recent Infinator attack. According to your memories, it was during the wave against General Alastor. I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday sooner, but I waited until you recovered and after the Light Elf royal family got their comeuppance for their crimes. I’m surprised you didn’t realize it.”
“My sense of time has been thrown off badly since coming here,” the redhead replied truthfully. “I can barely register how long I’ve been on this rock, as time felt like it had come to a stop because of everything I had to endure. I barely noticed the feeling of the days passing because I was locked in such a miserable state of mind… and I still am. So, I had no idea that my birthday was recently because my sense of time being rather frozen in my hatred and wrath.”
King Duskbane gained a sad expression, “I know. You’ve had a horrible life, and Zakota just made it worse because of those Light Elf swine, to the point you finally lost it. Fortunately, Lady Skye and the others managed to anchor you, keeping you from going off the deep end, but it’s obvious that you’re still locked in a bad mental and emotional state because of the injustice and extra work you’ve had to put in. Remember, I saw your memories, so I know exactly what you’ve been through. It angered me greatly to see such injustice and horrific treatment you’ve been through for utterly stupid reasons. Hopefully, now with Delgunner backing you, it’ll make things easier for you and your party, as I’ve clearly seen you’ve had to work ten times as hard, especially thanks to the constant screwups of the other Heroes. Do know that Delgunner and Shadoria have your back.”
Tyroe then asked, “Not to change the subject, Your Majesty, but you mentioned that Celtic can get access to other techniques like Shadow magic. How?”
“It’s very simple, my friend. Avalar needs to undergo the Shadokor training ritual course. At the age of 16, every Shadokor undergoes the training ritual course to unlock their true power and abilities. I’ve noticed that Avalar hasn’t awakened his blood yet, though I’ve also noticed that he’s capable of force awakening it when needed, though it goes back into dormancy afterward. This training course will help him not only properly unlock his Shadokor blood, and probably his Druid blood in the process, but it will also awaken our species signature ability: Assault Mode. Because he’s 20, he’s a bit late to bloom, but that won’t be a big issue overall.”
Viola then asked, “So, will Celtic be going to Shadoria for this training?”
King Duskbane shook his head, “No, he won’t. The training will commence… in the Demon Realm.”
Leon looked alarmed, “The Demon Realm!? Celtic is going to train in the Demon Realm?!”
“Yes. Specifically, a section of the Demon Realm called Purgatory. That is part of the Shadokor territory in the Demon Realm. It is also where the sacred shrine where the training ritual will take place is. Avalar will need to go to the Demon Realm, traverse the landscape until he reaches the shrine, and will undergo the ritual needed to awaken his blood permanently and unlock his hidden abilities. This will grant him access to the Poison, Shadow, and, in his case, Light and Holy elements that his dormant blood can produce. It’ll also awaken other properties like rapid healing and further immunities that both sides of his blood have.”
Celtic gained a wry smile, “So, I have to train in Purgatory within the Demon Realm? So, you’re almost literally sending me to train in Hell? Those are some mean mixed messages you’re giving me, King Duskbane.”
King Duskbane couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’ve got your father’s wit, that’s for sure. Yes, I can see what you’re getting at, as it is a rather coincidental naming and environment. But, despite that, it is necessary if you want access to your more powerful abilities. Now that you’ve recovered I will being the preparations needed for this training.”
Skye then said, “Let us come, too, King Duskbane! Please? I don’t want Celtic to be alone in the Demon Realm.”
King Duskbane shook his head, “No, you will not be permitted to join him. This is something he must do alone, as it is part of our ritual. Plus… you wouldn’t survive in the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm is a hostile environment to anyone but natives. Whether it be miasma, acidic swamps, or the native creatures, it is not a place for other races outside of demons and native monsters to explore. He will also be given special clothing that can better weather the environment, as well as granting his robotic arm extra functions to further aid his quest. Normally, we would give you a specially crafted weapon of your choice to use, but since you’re the Shroud Hero, we’re going to grant the properties we install into said weapons into your robotic arm instead. It’ll be temporary, but it’ll help. Also, don’t worry about the Shroud itself, as it was made in the Demon Realm, made from Chaos Magnite, so it’ll be fine. Speaking of Chaos Magnite, how are you liking your newly reforged naginata, Lady Skye?”
Skye summoned it and gave it a spin. It was still the same basic structure, being a short-bladed naginata, but the blade was now a silvery black color, which was a similar shade to the Shroud of Shadows, while the handle was a deep crimson color, studded with small gems, with a gold-colored diamond at the end. She gained a large smile.
“I love it, King Duskbane!” she said. “I can see and feel the difference between the previous smith’s handiwork and your race’s handiwork on it. I can also feel the power it possesses much more readily than before. It’ll serve me very well, so I thank you.” She then gained a sad expression, “We really can’t go with Cel to the Demon Realm?”
King Duskbane merely nodded, “Yes, I’m afraid you’re not permitted. Even if the environment doesn’t do you in, the fact that it is considered sacred ground to the Shadokor would rub them the wrong way. Sorry, but you and the others will have to remain here. I will arrange for you to stay in Delgunner castle, as it may take a few days for the training to be complete. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and make the necessary preparations for the training. I will see you in a day or two.”
With a final bow, King Duskbane left. Skye looked up at Celtic, worry in her eyes.
“Cel…” she said softly. “Promise us you’ll be okay and come back from the Demon Realm alive, okay?”
Celtic gave her a small smile, “Considering the hell I’ve already gone through on this rock, the Demon Realm might almost be a vacation for me. At least I won’t have to see Lucas or Wench for a bit. And if it helps us survive and overcome Infinator, so be it. Besides, since I’ll be using special gear for this training, maybe you can get my current gear upgraded while I’m gone. This Barbarian Saber Armor has done well so far, but it’s not the highest quality gear, and Infinator’s attacks will only get worse from here. So, maybe you can go to a local smith and have them upgrade it or get something similar but stronger for the fights ahead. I’ll leave my Tek-Pak with you, which has most of our money and items, and I’ve already allowed the built-in security system in it to grant you guys access to it if needed. Plus, it might not survive the Demon Realm if I were to bring it with me, so it would be best in your care. And keep it away from Wench. Can I entrust you with that?”
Skye gave a small nod, “Yeah, you can count on us, Cel. Just please, be safe. From what little I’ve heard about the Demon Realm, including what King Duskbane just told us, the Demon Realm is a very hostile and dangerous place. So, please, come back in alive and in one piece. Especially since you’ve already lost part of yourself.”
Celtic grabbed his robotic arm, “Don’t remind me. I lost my original arm in an act of heroism. As they say, ‘No good deed goes unpunished’, which seems to apply to me the most frequently. Speaking of which, I’m going to go and do some maintenance on it, and maybe give it one last batch of weapons, just to be safe. I managed to cook up a few more ideas that I want to include into it so I can have other options available. Especially since I don’t know what to expect from the resident beasts of the Demon Realm, it’s better to be prepared for anything. Come, let’s leave this hospital and go get some lunch.”
Nodding in agreement, the party left the hospital and eventually found their way to one of the restaurants. They were greeted warmly by the staff as they sat down at a large table. After placing their orders, they waited for their food, discussing next possible events that may occur. When the food came, they quickly tucked into it, all very pleased at the taste and quality. After finishing their lunch, they paid the bill and went to the inn. There, Celtic performed some maintenance and installed updates into his arm, which the others refrained from watching. After completing his task, they went about their day, awaiting what King Duskbane had in store for Celtic.
The following day King Duskbane had returned, this time with a few Shadokor knights. In his hands were custom clothes and a backpack, which he presented to Celtic.
“Here you go, Avalar,” he said. “These are specially designed clothes that can handle the harsh environment that is the Demon Realm, along with special boots. Please, go and get changed into these, as your training will begin very shortly.”
Nodding, Celtic took the clothes and went into an empty room, locking the door behind him. A few minutes later he emerged. The special clothes felt like a combination of cotton and leather, yet seemed extremely durable, mostly grey and black in color, with silver breast and shoulder plates, while the boots were dark green with thick soles. Celtic was holding his old clothes and Tek-Pak, which he gave to Skye. Duskbane then presented him with the backpack.
“This special backpack will also survive the Demon Realm, made from similar material as your clothes. It contains various supplies that you may need.”
Celtic took a moment to look at the contents of the backpack before saying, “I’m not seeing any food in here.”
King Duskbane smiled, “Of course there isn’t any food in there. You’ll be eating the other demons that dwell in Purgatory.”
Everyone except the other Shadokor were stunned silent, eyes wide, mouths agape.
“What?” the redhead said flatly. “Are you telling me demons are cannibals?!”
“Yes, but only to other demon breeds,” King Duskbane said with a cheerful smile. “There are no other natural food sources in the Demon Realm, so the residents of the realm eat each other to survive. There’s a reason why demon are carnivores. We Shadokor are the top link of the food chain in the Demon Realm, as we are never preyed upon by other demons. I recommend you try Red Demon first, then follow that up with Ashfang Demon. They make wonderful stew, especially when mixed with Nijila cranial juice and Cobra Hydra flesh, with just a squeeze of Scorchapide flame fluid. Mmm! Just thinking about makes my mouth water.”
Celtic’s face went white, his eye twitching, a nerve in his temple pulsing.
“Good lord, please tell me you’re kidding,” he said.
King Duskbane still had his cheerful smile on his face, “You’ll love it, Avalar. You have to embrace your Shadokor heritage, after all. Don’t knock it until you try it! Oh, and before I forget, we’re going to give your robotic arm a coating of special magic. This magic will not only allow it to be immune to the harmful effects of the Demon Realm, but it’ll also give all your weapons anti-demon properties so you can strike down your prey with ease. Men, please take care of that.”
Two of the soldiers walked over to Celtic, grabbed his metal arm, and cast a spell on it. The spell covered the metal in a reddish gold coating that moved like water. Celtic took a moment to look this over before sighing, putting the backpack on.
“Let’s get this over with. So much for what I thought. Well, I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be… though my stomachs might not be prepared for what will come.” He turned to his party, who all had the same expression as him, “Hold the fort while I’m gone. And see if you can get me some updated gear while you’re at it. And maybe a stomach pump… I may need it when I get back.”
King Duskbane nodded, leading him and the party to a certain point in Delgunner castle. It was a wide-open room with very little in it, most notably a stone archway. Receiving the order from Duskbane, the two soldiers activated the archway, creating a dimensional portal. He then turned to Celtic and the others.
“This is the same dimensional gateway that Delgunner used in ancient times to summon us Shadokor to this world in the first place,” he explained. “It’ll take you to the base of Purgatory, where your training will begin. Normally we’d do this in Shadoria, but there really isn’t much of a difference using this one. And since you now work with Delgunner, this’ll make it easier for you. Once you complete your training and unlock your Assault Mode form, you will be sent back to this location via the portal near the shrine. Go and make your father proud, Avalar.”
Celtic merely sighed, “Yeah, sure.” He turned to his party, “I’ll be back soon. Try to keep those halfwit Heroes on a short leash for a bit while I’m gone so they don’t cause any more trouble. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Taking a deep breath, Celtic walked into the dimensional portal. Skye started to follow, but was stopped by Viola and Leon, both shaking their heads, making her ears droop. The dimensional portal vanished after Celtic had traveled through it, indicating it was now closed. Skye clutched Celtic’s Tek-Pak tightly, a worried look on her face. King Duskbane took notice of it.
“Don’t worry, Lady Skye,” he said soothingly. “He’ll be fine. As a Shadokor, the Demon Realm won’t be hostile to him, as it is our domain. We did, after all, create the Demon Realm several millennia ago. He’ll be fine. Now, I need to return to Shadoria. I’ll leave a Shadow Sentinel and a few ShadoKnights here in Delgunner. The Shadow Sentinel will alert me when Avalar returns, while the ShadoKnights will help keep the other four Heroes on a short leash. I will be back when Avalar returns. Farewell.”
With a final bow King Duskbane used a spell that caused him to disappear, leaving the ShadoKnights that were with him behind. Viola placed a hand on Skye’s shoulder.
“Come, Skye, let’s go to one of the blacksmiths here,” she said with a smile. “Let’s see if we can get Celtic some updated armor. It’ll be a nice gift for him when he returns. And maybe we can update our gear while we’re at it.”
One of the ShadoKnights then said, “I recommend Danial’s Blacksmith. He’s one of the best here in Delgunner and is very good with custom orders. He also has the fairest prices, too.”
Tyroe nodded, “Thanks, we’ll check him out.”
Skye managed to force a smile, “Yeah, let’s go. There’s no point in moping over Cel leaving for the Demon Realm. He wouldn’t want it. Let’s go to Danial’s Blacksmith and see what he can do.”
With a nod, the party left the room and headed into the heart of Delgunner. It didn’t take long to find the blacksmith, as Danial’s Blacksmith was near the center square. They entered the building, where a muscular, balding man with a ponytail was. He smiled as they entered.
“Ah, if it isn’t the Shroud Hero’s party,” he said warmly. “What can I do for you today?”
Skye walked up to him, “We’d like to have some custom armor made for Celtic. He left us his original outfit to use as either a base or to get his measurements from. And, if possible, some custom gear for the rest of us, too.”
Danial smiled, “Sure thing, that’s my specialty. Let’s have a look at the gear he left behind.”
Tyroe handed it over, making Danial’s eyes widened.
“This Barbarian Saber Armor… Tell me, did you get this from a blacksmith named Stanly?”
Skye nodded, “Yes, we did. Do you know him?”
“Yes. He’s my cousin. We were always very close, almost like brothers, and we both had talent in the blacksmithing department. However, he was forced to move away into the Light Elf… I mean former Light Elf territory due to his father’s job, thus we couldn’t see each other much anymore. We still keep in contact, but I haven’t seen him in a few years now. I’ll make you a deal. If you let me keep this Barbarian Saber Armor, I’ll give you a special discount on the custom gear. Both Stanly and I respect each other’s craftsmanship, so we like to take samples from each other to see if we can pick up a few new ideas or skills from the other’s handiwork. If you let me keep this Barbarian Saber Armor, I’ll give you a special rate. Plus, it’ll make getting the measurements for the Shroud Hero easier. Speaking of which… where is he?”
Leon explained, “He’s on a solo training mission in the Demon Realm. King Duskbane sent him there to awaken his Shadokor, and by extension Druid, powers. It’s apparently part of the Shadokor tradition whenever a Shadokor turns 16. Celtic is 20, so he’s a bit late, but since he was on Earth until recently, it’s easy to see why. King Duskbane gave him special gear to weather the Demon Realm’s dangerous and hostile environment, leaving his regular gear with us, since normal gear would be destroyed by things such as the acid swamps and miasma. He asked if we could get it upgraded for him while he’s gone, as Infinator’s attacks are only going to get worse from here on.”
Danial nodded, “I see, I see. Those Shadokor sure take stuff like that seriously. Then again, they are the natural enemy of Infinator, so it only makes sense. But, sure, I’ll craft both him and you lot some new gear. And, like I said, if you let me keep this Barbarian Saber Armor, I’ll give you a special rate. Sound good?”
Skye nodded, “Yes, that does sound good. Thank you. Do you have any ideas for Celtic’s new armor?”
“Indeed I do. Since he’s a half-Shadokor, I think a custom-made Shadow Striker Armor would be right up his alley. It’s very similar to the Barbarian Saber Armor, giving him a roguish look, but it’s much more durable and made from better material such as magic iron and Zolu ore, giving it a strong yet lightweight feel.”
Viola couldn’t help but giggle, “Considering Celtic sees himself as an anti-hero, that would definitely be the look for him. We’ll take it.”
“Great! Now, let me get your measurements and I’ll see what I can create for you lot. I should have it done in about two days, and it’ll cost you 37 silver and 200 copper, which includes the discount for giving me this Barbarian Saber Armor. Sound good?”
Skye smiled, “It’s a deal. Cel is gonna love it. I’ll pass, though, as it’s hard to find things in my size, even when it’s custom order, and I need to keep my gear lightweight in order to stay true to my strengths. But, in any case, here’s your payment.”
She gave him 37 silver coins and 200 copper coins from Celtic’s Tek-Pak which Danial gladly took.
“Okay, suit yourself, little lady. Now, time to get to work.”
After giving Danial their measurements, they left his blacksmith shop, seemingly satisfied. Skye regained her depressed look.
“I just hope Celtic is doing okay in the Demon Realm…”
A few days had passed since Celtic left for the Demon Realm. Skye was waiting dutifully by the archway, holding both Celtic’s Tek-Pak and new outfit. She watched, waiting to see if anything would occur. To her delight, a dimensional gateway opened. Shortly afterward, Celtic emerged from the gateway, a bit tired but nonetheless alive and in one piece, with his facial markings now permanently on his face. He looked up to see Skye waiting for him, her eyes glimmering.
“Cel!” she cried out in joy. “You’re back! I was getting so worried about you!”
She dropped what she was holding and ran over to Celtic, eager to hug him. But she stopped just short of him, sniffed, and backed up a bit.
“Eww… Celtic! You reek of miasma and swamp muck!” she stated, clutching her nose.
Celtic gave an annoyed sigh, “I know, I know, I hate the smell, too. Let me go shower in the knight’s shower room and then we’ll talk and hug. And, no, you cannot come in with me.”
Skye gained a pout, “Why? You’ve seen me naked.”
“Yeah, because you’re shameless and are always trying to get my attention with your body. Whatever, I need to bathe first, so I can stop smelling like a nuclear waste disposal facility. We’ll talk afterward.”
It wasn’t long before Celtic was in the knight’s shower room. He had taken off all his clothes, including the Shroud, as he viciously scrubbed himself under the showerhead, trying to get clean and smell decent. Skye was waiting outside of it, holding his Tek-Pak and new gear, resisting the urge to sneak a peek. It wasn’t long before the sound of running water ended, her ears perking up. A few moments later, Celtic, poked his head out from around the barrier.
“Okay, Skye, give me my clothes, please,” he requested, his hair still looking wet.
Skye gained a mischievous look, “How about you come out here and take it instead?”
Celtic responded with an annoyed look, “Skye, I asked nicely. Please, give me my clothes. Don’t make me use the slave crest.”
Her look became more mischievous, “That doesn’t work on me, Cel. The slave crest activating doesn’t remotely bother me. Never has, never will. I have powered through it back when I was first branded, beating up virtually everyone who opposed me, only stopping because of the body-numbing poison I was under. So, you’re gonna have to come out here and take your stuff, because you activating my slave crest won’t do any good. Who knows? I may find it stimulating now that I’m your slave. Anything is possible.”
Celtic gained a smirk as he realized something, “Is that so? Well, I just remembered that I have an arm attachment that can end this little dilemma. Mag-Bolt!”
His metal arm transformed, becoming a large horseshoe magnet, much to Skye’s surprise and confusion. Celtic then pointed the Mag-Bolt at Skye and activated it. Before she could react, the Tek-Pak and new gear were snatched from her hands with strange magnetic energies and attached themselves to the magnet. Her eyes widened in shock while he smirked.
“Not fair!” she protested.
As he retreated back into the locker room, Celtic taunted, “Too bad. Better luck next time, Skye.”
Skye crossed her arms, puffing up her cheeks, gaining a sour look, “I’ll get you next time, just you wait! I’ll get what I want, you’ll see!”
“Yeah, you will, I won’t deny it,” Celtic’s voice floated out. “But not just yet. Be patient, Skye, please. I know how you feel… I feel the same way… but I’m not in a good state to allow it right now. So, please, Skye, try to be patient. I know you were worried about me; I appreciate that, really. But my mind and emotions are in a turbulent state right now, especially since I’m still getting used to these newfound energies and strength surging through me. Give me some time, Skye, okay? You’ll get what you want… both of us will… but try to be patient. It’ll happen, just not right now. So, please, Skye, don’t rush this. I don’t want you sounding like Lucas or Wench. Okay?”
Skye flinched as she heard that last bit before sighing, “Okay, okay, you win. You just had to bring up those two, didn’t you? Gods forbid that I act and sound like those two, what with Lucas’ never-ending lust and Wench’s prostitute-like habits. Brr! The thought alone gives me the shivers. Fine, I’ll be good… for now.”
Celtic walked out, giving her a smile, “Thank you, I mean it. So… how do I look? I noticed this is new gear. How does it look on me?”
Celtic was donning his new outfit. It looked similar to the Barbarian Saber Armor, being somewhat rogue-like in design. The tunic was primarily a dark navy blue with short sleeves and seemed to be made from very durable material, with a beige vest-like structure over it, a silver breastplate in the shape of a spade and matching shoulder plates. His pants were a dark purple in color, almost black, with a thick belt, soft yet sturdy plates on his hips and thighs lined with soft fur, armored calf-high boots with iron toes and heels, and a fingerless glove on his left hand, with the Shroud completing it.
Skye purred, “Handsome, dashing, stylish, powerful, and the outfit isn’t bad, either.”
She then giggled as Celtic gave her a look. Just then one of the ShadoKnights ran up to them.
“Prince Avalar!” he stated. “We’re glad you returned! You took longer than expected in Purgatory. Did everything go accordingly?”
The redhead turned to him, “Yeah, yeah, I had to stay a bit longer because my Assault Mode power is a bit trickier than others, at least according to the guardians that helped me undergo the trial and ritual. They had me stick around until I got the hang of it, as, because I’m a Chaos breed, my Assault Mode form is considerably more powerful than normal. They even say it’s stronger than the legendary Shadow Prince’s Assault Mode form, and, apparently, that’s using it at only a low percentage of it’s true power, about 15% or so. As a result, I had to stick around for a little bit longer until I got better control over it, as it can turn me into a hard-hitting berserker if I don’t restrain it, as, unfortunately, it does put me on a power high when used. That’s why I’m a bit late, as I had to spend some extra time getting a better grasp on my Assault Mode form.”
The ShadoKnight was surprised, “You’re Assault Mode is even more powerful than the legendary Shadow Prince’s power!? And that’s only at low percentages!? Just how much power do you contain?”
“Beats me. Anyway, if you’re looking for the special clothes that I used, they’re in the locker room. Can’t miss them, as they reek to the high heavens. Now, if you’ll excuse me… I’m starving. I didn’t eat anything in the Demon Realm, so I need to eat something.”
As Celtic and Skye started to walk away, the ShadoKnight sputtered, “Wait! You didn’t eat anything?! But demons can’t stand hunger for even a minute! Are you telling me you went through your entire trial that took at least three days hungry?!”
Celtic merely replied, “Yep. I’m not eating another demon. I don’t care if it’s par the course, I’m not placing a piece of demon meat in my mouth. I’ll stick to normal foods like pancakes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to stuff my face.”
Not long later Celtic was at a restaurant. He had ordered five plates of different foods and was busy shoveling them down. Skye, who was lingering outside, was surprised at how hungry he was. Soon, the rest of her party appeared.
“Hey, Skye!” Rupert called. “We heard that Celtic is back. How’s he doing?”
Skye merely gestured to the restaurant, “He’s stuffing his face with food. He didn’t eat anything in the Demon Realm, as he refused to eat another demon. He went through his entire training course hungry because he couldn’t bring himself to eat another demon. Considering that, apparently, demons can’t stand hunger for a minute, yet he was willing to go through the entire training course hungry says a lot about how much he didn’t want to eat another demon.”
Viola’s eyes widened, “Gotta give him props for willpower, then, if he could resist his hunger for three days just to prevent himself from eating another demon. That’s pretty strong resolve. King Duskbane will be quite surprised at that. I’m not sure if eating another demon is part of the training or not, but either way, I’m guessing Celtic passed.”
The Light Elf nodded, “Yeah, he did. And, apparently, his Assault Mode power is so intense he had to stay a bit longer to get a better grip on it. Because of him being a Chaos breed, his Assault Mode form draws even more power from his mixed blood, turning it into an absolute powerhouse. According to Celtic, at only about 15% power, it has more power than the legendary Shadow Prince’s Assault Mode, and from what I’ve been told, the Shadow Prince had the strongest Assault Mode to date. At least before Celtic dethroned him, that is. But… it puts him on a power high that makes it very easy to go overboard, eventually turning him into a hard-hitting berserker, so he had to stick around for a bit longer to get a better grip on it, otherwise he’s a danger to himself and others. That’s why it took him an extra day, as his true power is immense, requiring extra time to get a better handle on it. Guess it’s par the course for being a Chaos breed, as the element of Chaos is far more powerful than Light or Darkness on their own.”
Leon’s eyes were wide, “Wow, that’s incredible. But it appears his Assault Mode may become an ace-in-the-hole, as it’s probably too powerful to use on regular terms, especially if it runs the risk of going berserk because of a power high. But, as a good poker player would say, ‘It’s good to have an ace up your sleeve, but don’t show your hand too often’, meaning it would be wise for Celtic to keep his Assault Mode under wraps until needed. That way he can’t attract the attention of Sylph or Infinator, as well as surprise them with its power.”
A few minutes late, Celtic emerged from the restaurant, feeling satisfied. He then noticed his party was in somewhat different clothes.
“Oh, hey, gang,” he said. “I see you got upgrades along with me. I must thank you for this new gear, it feels a lot more durable and better quality than my old Barbarian Saber Armor. What’s it called, anyway?”
Skye smiled, “Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you that. It’s called Shadow Striker Armor. The blacksmith, Danial, designed it after the Shadokor, being a combination of Shadow Sentinel garb with ShadoKnight standard armor, giving it a dark, rogue-like feel. It also has an auto-repair function in it, making it extra useful. How do you like it?”
“Guess you guys really like it when I take an anti-hero look, don’t you?” Celtic replied with a wry smile. “Still, I admit it does fit the bill, considering I’m the one wearing it. It’ll do nicely.”
Tyroe then asked, “By the way, did you happen to get any new Shroud forms while you were in the Demon Realm? Since the denizens of the Demon Realm are different than here on Zakota, you probably got some new Shroud forms, right?”
“Yes I did, in fact. I got about eleven new forms, including a new personal favorite. I got a Colossus Troll Shroud, a Red Demon Shroud, an Ashfang Demon Shroud, a Scorchapide Shroud, and a Cobra Hydra Shroud, to name a few. The Cobra Hydra Shroud in particular I’m quite happy about, as it’s one of the few Shrouds I have that can deal damage, albeit indirectly in this case, giving me another option when it comes to battle. It’s also one that can be used both offensively and defensively, as well as possessed a counterattack ability. It’s become my new personal favorite as a result and was quite handy in the Demon Realm. While most demons are immune to poison, everything else isn’t, making it very useful.”
Leon’s eyes were wide, “Sounds quite potent, to say the least. So, it appears it poisons the target, similar to the Poison Touch Shroud, only it sounds considerably more powerful.”
Skye gained a devilish smirk, “You could use it to threaten Wench if she ever gets out of line, as Light Elves are very vulnerable to poison. Ooh, I can almost see her face when she sees that Shroud. On top of that, Wench hates snakes, at least regular ones, as Nagas don’t seem to bother her much, seeing how she isn’t bothered by Tyroe. But regular snakes, especially poisonous ones, terrify her. Show her that and even she’ll know to back down, considering how dumb she is.”
Just then a familiar voice bellowed, “CELTIC!!!”
Celtic gained an annoyed expression, “Speak of the devil. Maybe I’ll go back to the Demon Realm, as it almost feels like a day spa compared to having to deal with him.” He then whispered, “Cobra Hydra Shroud.”
The Shroud transformed, becoming a dark green in color with gold accents, a scale-like pattern, and what appeared to be three cobra hood patterns on it. Shortly afterward, Lucas and his party, including Wench, walked up to Celtic and his party.
“Celtic!” Lucas spat. “I demand a duel in order to have Veronica’s punishment undone!”
“Let me think about that,” Celtic snidely replied. “Um… how about NO! And it’s ‘Wench’ now, as her old name has gone the way of the dodo bird. Besides, you haven’t beaten me yet. I may be a lower Level, but I’ve gotten more done than you ever have. And I’ve pummeled you in each of our past duels, proving that Levels and flashy techniques don’t always bring home the bacon. Besides, you’re wasting both our time demanding that I have the punishment undone, as only King Alvin can do that. I just merely suggested it, he’s the one who implemented it. On top of that, did you learn nothing from the trial? Thanks to her, 45 other men were killed because of her false rape accusation, having been robbed and their names shamed, she sold her own sister to slavery, and had the gall to help the Four Stars Church get away with as much as they did. So, even if I could have it undone, I won’t. Deal with it!”
Celtic turned his back to Lucas, making the latter annoyed.
“I won’t take no for an answer!” he demanded.
“Talk to the cobras.”
This confused Lucas, “What cobras?”
The cobra hood patterns then started to move, becoming three large cobra heads that rose out from the Shroud. They locked their eyes on Lucas, glaring at him, making him back up slightly, Wench quickly retreating behind him.
“I HATE SNAKES!!!” she cried out.
“Oh… those cobras…” Lucas gulped.
Celtic gained an almost evil smirk, “Meet one of my newest Shrouds: the Cobra Hydra Shroud. Obtained from a fallen Cobra Hydra that dwelled in the Demon Realm, this bad boy has become a new personal favorite. Not only is it one of my few Shrouds that is capable of dealing damage, albeit indirectly, but it also has a counterattack and very good defensive abilities. When used, it bites my foes, injecting them with a fatal toxin that gets worse and worse as the battle continues. And the best part is only I know how to make the particular antidote needed to cure it, as conventional methods don’t work on it. So, you’d better play nice with me, Lucas, otherwise I’ll have these cobras bite you and force you to bend to my will. Allow me to demonstrate.”
He then snapped his left fingers. This caused the cobras to lash out at blinding speed. Lucas tried to block them with his Spear, but two of them bit down on it, injecting their poison into it. To Lucas’ horror, his Spear shut down from the poison, deactivating its abilities. The third cobra head lashed out at him, snapping its jaws just an inch from his face, its tongue flicking at his nose, showing off its deadly fangs. Lucas was cowed into submission, backing up further, while Wench continued to use him as a meat shield to protect herself from the cobras. Celtic gained a dark sneer as this happened.
“I’m not playing around anymore, Pointy Stick Boy,” he said darkly. “But you better play nice from now on, otherwise things might get sticky. Besides, like I said, I have no power or authority over Wench’s punishment, only King Alvin does. I just suggested the punishment, but I have no control over it. So, if you want to file a complaint, then take it to him, not me, just don’t think King Alvin will say yes, as he’s pretty adamant about keeping the former Light Elf royal family on a short leash. So, I’m not the one to talk to about removing Wench’s punishment, only King Alvin can decide that. That means stop wasting our time with your stupidity and deal with it!”
He snapped his fingers again, causing the cobras to retreat back to him, but they kept their eyes locked onto Lucas and Wench, clearly with the intent to kill. Lucas was very shaken by this while Wench continued to use him as a meat shield to protect her from the cobras. Celtic raised his hand up again, preparing to snap his fingers again, which caused Wench to flee, screaming in fear, forcing Lucas and the rest of his party to chase after her.
“I’ll get you for this!” he spat.
“Duly noted… and IGNORED,” Celtic countered.
Skye shivered with pleasure, “Ooh, that was incredible! I can see why that Cobra Hydra Shroud is your new favorite. I’m almost giddy at how quickly Pointy Stick Boy and Wench were subdued by it. So much for his bluster. He’s all mouth and no moxie.”
Leon couldn’t help but chuckle, “From what we’ve seen, his tongue far outstrips his technique. I’m surprised his harem is still sticking with him after all his humiliating defeats and incredible ego, considering I can sense that they actually don’t like him.”
Viola then scratched her chin, “Is that really true, though? That only you know the exact antidote needed to cure the poison from that Cobra Hydra Shroud?”
Celtic nodded, “Yes, it is true. It requires a complex and highly specific mixture of pretty rare herbs. When I looked at the Shroud’s data when I obtained it, it gave me the exact mixture needed to cure its toxin. But I’ll gladly tell you, Viola, as you’re the resident potion master, especially since you’re teaching me how to make higher-quality medicine. But, yeah, it does require a very specific mixture of fairly rare herbs to cure, but, as a result, it makes it ideal for a poison-and-cure gambit if need be.”
The Arachne smiled, “Sounds good. I’m always interested in learning new potions… even though I’d rather just lounge in my silk hammocks all day. But when you’ve got it, you’ve got it.”
Rupert then said, “Oh, I almost forgot. King Alvin wants to talk to you now that you’re back. He wants to give you that reward King Duskbane promised. And probably by now King Duskbane is also aware of your return, so he’ll probably give you the same reward. I know it won’t make you happy after everything you had to deal with, but let’s go and get it anyway, as it may help.”
Nodding, the party started to make their way to the castle to collect their rewards, newfound confidence inside them.
Next Chapter: Council Chaos
And that'll do for a start. Tune in next time to see what our colorful cast gets involved in next.
Awakening
It had been a few days since the Light Elf royal family had been put on trial. The three disgraced Light Elves had now been enslaved and were put to work under the watchful eyes of the Delgunner knights, with the newly renamed Wench still working with Lucas as a party member. At the time, Celtic was back at the hospital getting final checks on his heath, the rest of his party waiting to hear the news.
Shortly, a medic walked out to them, smiling, “The Shroud Hero is in perfect health now. He can go back onto the frontlines. Still, he needs to be careful of that Chaos Blood Curse technique. He was lucky this time, but even King Duskbane admits that it can be potentially fatal to the user as well as the opponent. Try to keep him from using it again, as even if he does survive it, repeated use could do long-term damage to him.”
Skye and the others nodded, “We will.”
“Good. He’ll be out shortly, so just hang tight for a few more minutes.”
He left the room. A few minutes later Celtic appeared, much to the relief of his party. Skye tackled him in a hug, making him blush.
“Skye!” he protested. “Take it easy, I’m not dead… yet.”
The Light Elf giggled, “What? I can’t be happy that you’re okay, Cel? That’s not fair, as I was worried about you. We all were.” She then gained a serious expression, “Cel, the medic said you really mustn’t use Chaos Blood Curse again, because if it doesn’t kill you outright, it could cause long-term damage to you. So, please, don’t use Chaos Blood Curse again, okay?”
Celtic merely looked away, “I know, I know, I was told that, too. Now that I actually know about it and what it can do I don’t think I’ll be using it again. Whenever a Demon-type spell is unlocked, it just shows me the name and incantation. It doesn’t tell me what the spell does or its costs. It effectively becomes a case of trial-and-error for me, as I don’t know much else about whatever the spell is that I’m using. Especially since there isn’t a lot of information about Demon magic out there to begin with, so it ends up a live and learn situation. Not much I can do about that, but from what I’ve been told, Chaos Blood Curse is pretty much the only exception to the usual ‘demons being unharmed by Demon magic side-effects’ bit, so it shouldn’t be too much of an issue from now on. I’ll be fine, Skye, so don’t worry about it.”
“Let’s hope so,” Leon said. “Demon magic is an extremely powerful branch of magic, but it has costly side-effects. From what we know, even other demons refrain from using Demon magic too often out of caution. So, you’d better learn some other magic, like Shadow, so you don’t have to rely on things like Wrath Fire to get the job done.”
Suddenly a voice said, “And I know just how to do that.”
They all turned to see King Duskbane walk up to them.
“King Duskbane!” Rupert said, surprised.
“What are you doing here, Your Majesty?” Viola asked.
King Duskbane smiled, “For starters, I wanted to see how Avalar is doing. I knew he was getting his final checkup today, so I wanted to know what his status is.”
Tyroe smiled, “You don’t have anything to worry about, Your Majesty. Cel has been given a clean bill of health. He’s good to go.”
“Excellent, just what I wanted to hear.” He then turned to Celtic, “The next thing I wanted to mention is Happy Belated Birthday, my dear nephew.”
Celtic looked stunned, “Wait… what? Birthday? Did my birthday come and go without me realizing it?”
King Duskbane nodded, “Yes, indeed. You turned 20 not too long ago. Your birthday was the same day as the most recent Infinator attack. According to your memories, it was during the wave against General Alastor. I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday sooner, but I waited until you recovered and after the Light Elf royal family got their comeuppance for their crimes. I’m surprised you didn’t realize it.”
“My sense of time has been thrown off badly since coming here,” the redhead replied truthfully. “I can barely register how long I’ve been on this rock, as time felt like it had come to a stop because of everything I had to endure. I barely noticed the feeling of the days passing because I was locked in such a miserable state of mind… and I still am. So, I had no idea that my birthday was recently because my sense of time being rather frozen in my hatred and wrath.”
King Duskbane gained a sad expression, “I know. You’ve had a horrible life, and Zakota just made it worse because of those Light Elf swine, to the point you finally lost it. Fortunately, Lady Skye and the others managed to anchor you, keeping you from going off the deep end, but it’s obvious that you’re still locked in a bad mental and emotional state because of the injustice and extra work you’ve had to put in. Remember, I saw your memories, so I know exactly what you’ve been through. It angered me greatly to see such injustice and horrific treatment you’ve been through for utterly stupid reasons. Hopefully, now with Delgunner backing you, it’ll make things easier for you and your party, as I’ve clearly seen you’ve had to work ten times as hard, especially thanks to the constant screwups of the other Heroes. Do know that Delgunner and Shadoria have your back.”
Tyroe then asked, “Not to change the subject, Your Majesty, but you mentioned that Celtic can get access to other techniques like Shadow magic. How?”
“It’s very simple, my friend. Avalar needs to undergo the Shadokor training ritual course. At the age of 16, every Shadokor undergoes the training ritual course to unlock their true power and abilities. I’ve noticed that Avalar hasn’t awakened his blood yet, though I’ve also noticed that he’s capable of force awakening it when needed, though it goes back into dormancy afterward. This training course will help him not only properly unlock his Shadokor blood, and probably his Druid blood in the process, but it will also awaken our species signature ability: Assault Mode. Because he’s 20, he’s a bit late to bloom, but that won’t be a big issue overall.”
Viola then asked, “So, will Celtic be going to Shadoria for this training?”
King Duskbane shook his head, “No, he won’t. The training will commence… in the Demon Realm.”
Leon looked alarmed, “The Demon Realm!? Celtic is going to train in the Demon Realm?!”
“Yes. Specifically, a section of the Demon Realm called Purgatory. That is part of the Shadokor territory in the Demon Realm. It is also where the sacred shrine where the training ritual will take place is. Avalar will need to go to the Demon Realm, traverse the landscape until he reaches the shrine, and will undergo the ritual needed to awaken his blood permanently and unlock his hidden abilities. This will grant him access to the Poison, Shadow, and, in his case, Light and Holy elements that his dormant blood can produce. It’ll also awaken other properties like rapid healing and further immunities that both sides of his blood have.”
Celtic gained a wry smile, “So, I have to train in Purgatory within the Demon Realm? So, you’re almost literally sending me to train in Hell? Those are some mean mixed messages you’re giving me, King Duskbane.”
King Duskbane couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’ve got your father’s wit, that’s for sure. Yes, I can see what you’re getting at, as it is a rather coincidental naming and environment. But, despite that, it is necessary if you want access to your more powerful abilities. Now that you’ve recovered I will being the preparations needed for this training.”
Skye then said, “Let us come, too, King Duskbane! Please? I don’t want Celtic to be alone in the Demon Realm.”
King Duskbane shook his head, “No, you will not be permitted to join him. This is something he must do alone, as it is part of our ritual. Plus… you wouldn’t survive in the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm is a hostile environment to anyone but natives. Whether it be miasma, acidic swamps, or the native creatures, it is not a place for other races outside of demons and native monsters to explore. He will also be given special clothing that can better weather the environment, as well as granting his robotic arm extra functions to further aid his quest. Normally, we would give you a specially crafted weapon of your choice to use, but since you’re the Shroud Hero, we’re going to grant the properties we install into said weapons into your robotic arm instead. It’ll be temporary, but it’ll help. Also, don’t worry about the Shroud itself, as it was made in the Demon Realm, made from Chaos Magnite, so it’ll be fine. Speaking of Chaos Magnite, how are you liking your newly reforged naginata, Lady Skye?”
Skye summoned it and gave it a spin. It was still the same basic structure, being a short-bladed naginata, but the blade was now a silvery black color, which was a similar shade to the Shroud of Shadows, while the handle was a deep crimson color, studded with small gems, with a gold-colored diamond at the end. She gained a large smile.
“I love it, King Duskbane!” she said. “I can see and feel the difference between the previous smith’s handiwork and your race’s handiwork on it. I can also feel the power it possesses much more readily than before. It’ll serve me very well, so I thank you.” She then gained a sad expression, “We really can’t go with Cel to the Demon Realm?”
King Duskbane merely nodded, “Yes, I’m afraid you’re not permitted. Even if the environment doesn’t do you in, the fact that it is considered sacred ground to the Shadokor would rub them the wrong way. Sorry, but you and the others will have to remain here. I will arrange for you to stay in Delgunner castle, as it may take a few days for the training to be complete. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and make the necessary preparations for the training. I will see you in a day or two.”
With a final bow, King Duskbane left. Skye looked up at Celtic, worry in her eyes.
“Cel…” she said softly. “Promise us you’ll be okay and come back from the Demon Realm alive, okay?”
Celtic gave her a small smile, “Considering the hell I’ve already gone through on this rock, the Demon Realm might almost be a vacation for me. At least I won’t have to see Lucas or Wench for a bit. And if it helps us survive and overcome Infinator, so be it. Besides, since I’ll be using special gear for this training, maybe you can get my current gear upgraded while I’m gone. This Barbarian Saber Armor has done well so far, but it’s not the highest quality gear, and Infinator’s attacks will only get worse from here. So, maybe you can go to a local smith and have them upgrade it or get something similar but stronger for the fights ahead. I’ll leave my Tek-Pak with you, which has most of our money and items, and I’ve already allowed the built-in security system in it to grant you guys access to it if needed. Plus, it might not survive the Demon Realm if I were to bring it with me, so it would be best in your care. And keep it away from Wench. Can I entrust you with that?”
Skye gave a small nod, “Yeah, you can count on us, Cel. Just please, be safe. From what little I’ve heard about the Demon Realm, including what King Duskbane just told us, the Demon Realm is a very hostile and dangerous place. So, please, come back in alive and in one piece. Especially since you’ve already lost part of yourself.”
Celtic grabbed his robotic arm, “Don’t remind me. I lost my original arm in an act of heroism. As they say, ‘No good deed goes unpunished’, which seems to apply to me the most frequently. Speaking of which, I’m going to go and do some maintenance on it, and maybe give it one last batch of weapons, just to be safe. I managed to cook up a few more ideas that I want to include into it so I can have other options available. Especially since I don’t know what to expect from the resident beasts of the Demon Realm, it’s better to be prepared for anything. Come, let’s leave this hospital and go get some lunch.”
Nodding in agreement, the party left the hospital and eventually found their way to one of the restaurants. They were greeted warmly by the staff as they sat down at a large table. After placing their orders, they waited for their food, discussing next possible events that may occur. When the food came, they quickly tucked into it, all very pleased at the taste and quality. After finishing their lunch, they paid the bill and went to the inn. There, Celtic performed some maintenance and installed updates into his arm, which the others refrained from watching. After completing his task, they went about their day, awaiting what King Duskbane had in store for Celtic.
The following day King Duskbane had returned, this time with a few Shadokor knights. In his hands were custom clothes and a backpack, which he presented to Celtic.
“Here you go, Avalar,” he said. “These are specially designed clothes that can handle the harsh environment that is the Demon Realm, along with special boots. Please, go and get changed into these, as your training will begin very shortly.”
Nodding, Celtic took the clothes and went into an empty room, locking the door behind him. A few minutes later he emerged. The special clothes felt like a combination of cotton and leather, yet seemed extremely durable, mostly grey and black in color, with silver breast and shoulder plates, while the boots were dark green with thick soles. Celtic was holding his old clothes and Tek-Pak, which he gave to Skye. Duskbane then presented him with the backpack.
“This special backpack will also survive the Demon Realm, made from similar material as your clothes. It contains various supplies that you may need.”
Celtic took a moment to look at the contents of the backpack before saying, “I’m not seeing any food in here.”
King Duskbane smiled, “Of course there isn’t any food in there. You’ll be eating the other demons that dwell in Purgatory.”
Everyone except the other Shadokor were stunned silent, eyes wide, mouths agape.
“What?” the redhead said flatly. “Are you telling me demons are cannibals?!”
“Yes, but only to other demon breeds,” King Duskbane said with a cheerful smile. “There are no other natural food sources in the Demon Realm, so the residents of the realm eat each other to survive. There’s a reason why demon are carnivores. We Shadokor are the top link of the food chain in the Demon Realm, as we are never preyed upon by other demons. I recommend you try Red Demon first, then follow that up with Ashfang Demon. They make wonderful stew, especially when mixed with Nijila cranial juice and Cobra Hydra flesh, with just a squeeze of Scorchapide flame fluid. Mmm! Just thinking about makes my mouth water.”
Celtic’s face went white, his eye twitching, a nerve in his temple pulsing.
“Good lord, please tell me you’re kidding,” he said.
King Duskbane still had his cheerful smile on his face, “You’ll love it, Avalar. You have to embrace your Shadokor heritage, after all. Don’t knock it until you try it! Oh, and before I forget, we’re going to give your robotic arm a coating of special magic. This magic will not only allow it to be immune to the harmful effects of the Demon Realm, but it’ll also give all your weapons anti-demon properties so you can strike down your prey with ease. Men, please take care of that.”
Two of the soldiers walked over to Celtic, grabbed his metal arm, and cast a spell on it. The spell covered the metal in a reddish gold coating that moved like water. Celtic took a moment to look this over before sighing, putting the backpack on.
“Let’s get this over with. So much for what I thought. Well, I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be… though my stomachs might not be prepared for what will come.” He turned to his party, who all had the same expression as him, “Hold the fort while I’m gone. And see if you can get me some updated gear while you’re at it. And maybe a stomach pump… I may need it when I get back.”
King Duskbane nodded, leading him and the party to a certain point in Delgunner castle. It was a wide-open room with very little in it, most notably a stone archway. Receiving the order from Duskbane, the two soldiers activated the archway, creating a dimensional portal. He then turned to Celtic and the others.
“This is the same dimensional gateway that Delgunner used in ancient times to summon us Shadokor to this world in the first place,” he explained. “It’ll take you to the base of Purgatory, where your training will begin. Normally we’d do this in Shadoria, but there really isn’t much of a difference using this one. And since you now work with Delgunner, this’ll make it easier for you. Once you complete your training and unlock your Assault Mode form, you will be sent back to this location via the portal near the shrine. Go and make your father proud, Avalar.”
Celtic merely sighed, “Yeah, sure.” He turned to his party, “I’ll be back soon. Try to keep those halfwit Heroes on a short leash for a bit while I’m gone so they don’t cause any more trouble. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Taking a deep breath, Celtic walked into the dimensional portal. Skye started to follow, but was stopped by Viola and Leon, both shaking their heads, making her ears droop. The dimensional portal vanished after Celtic had traveled through it, indicating it was now closed. Skye clutched Celtic’s Tek-Pak tightly, a worried look on her face. King Duskbane took notice of it.
“Don’t worry, Lady Skye,” he said soothingly. “He’ll be fine. As a Shadokor, the Demon Realm won’t be hostile to him, as it is our domain. We did, after all, create the Demon Realm several millennia ago. He’ll be fine. Now, I need to return to Shadoria. I’ll leave a Shadow Sentinel and a few ShadoKnights here in Delgunner. The Shadow Sentinel will alert me when Avalar returns, while the ShadoKnights will help keep the other four Heroes on a short leash. I will be back when Avalar returns. Farewell.”
With a final bow King Duskbane used a spell that caused him to disappear, leaving the ShadoKnights that were with him behind. Viola placed a hand on Skye’s shoulder.
“Come, Skye, let’s go to one of the blacksmiths here,” she said with a smile. “Let’s see if we can get Celtic some updated armor. It’ll be a nice gift for him when he returns. And maybe we can update our gear while we’re at it.”
One of the ShadoKnights then said, “I recommend Danial’s Blacksmith. He’s one of the best here in Delgunner and is very good with custom orders. He also has the fairest prices, too.”
Tyroe nodded, “Thanks, we’ll check him out.”
Skye managed to force a smile, “Yeah, let’s go. There’s no point in moping over Cel leaving for the Demon Realm. He wouldn’t want it. Let’s go to Danial’s Blacksmith and see what he can do.”
With a nod, the party left the room and headed into the heart of Delgunner. It didn’t take long to find the blacksmith, as Danial’s Blacksmith was near the center square. They entered the building, where a muscular, balding man with a ponytail was. He smiled as they entered.
“Ah, if it isn’t the Shroud Hero’s party,” he said warmly. “What can I do for you today?”
Skye walked up to him, “We’d like to have some custom armor made for Celtic. He left us his original outfit to use as either a base or to get his measurements from. And, if possible, some custom gear for the rest of us, too.”
Danial smiled, “Sure thing, that’s my specialty. Let’s have a look at the gear he left behind.”
Tyroe handed it over, making Danial’s eyes widened.
“This Barbarian Saber Armor… Tell me, did you get this from a blacksmith named Stanly?”
Skye nodded, “Yes, we did. Do you know him?”
“Yes. He’s my cousin. We were always very close, almost like brothers, and we both had talent in the blacksmithing department. However, he was forced to move away into the Light Elf… I mean former Light Elf territory due to his father’s job, thus we couldn’t see each other much anymore. We still keep in contact, but I haven’t seen him in a few years now. I’ll make you a deal. If you let me keep this Barbarian Saber Armor, I’ll give you a special discount on the custom gear. Both Stanly and I respect each other’s craftsmanship, so we like to take samples from each other to see if we can pick up a few new ideas or skills from the other’s handiwork. If you let me keep this Barbarian Saber Armor, I’ll give you a special rate. Plus, it’ll make getting the measurements for the Shroud Hero easier. Speaking of which… where is he?”
Leon explained, “He’s on a solo training mission in the Demon Realm. King Duskbane sent him there to awaken his Shadokor, and by extension Druid, powers. It’s apparently part of the Shadokor tradition whenever a Shadokor turns 16. Celtic is 20, so he’s a bit late, but since he was on Earth until recently, it’s easy to see why. King Duskbane gave him special gear to weather the Demon Realm’s dangerous and hostile environment, leaving his regular gear with us, since normal gear would be destroyed by things such as the acid swamps and miasma. He asked if we could get it upgraded for him while he’s gone, as Infinator’s attacks are only going to get worse from here on.”
Danial nodded, “I see, I see. Those Shadokor sure take stuff like that seriously. Then again, they are the natural enemy of Infinator, so it only makes sense. But, sure, I’ll craft both him and you lot some new gear. And, like I said, if you let me keep this Barbarian Saber Armor, I’ll give you a special rate. Sound good?”
Skye nodded, “Yes, that does sound good. Thank you. Do you have any ideas for Celtic’s new armor?”
“Indeed I do. Since he’s a half-Shadokor, I think a custom-made Shadow Striker Armor would be right up his alley. It’s very similar to the Barbarian Saber Armor, giving him a roguish look, but it’s much more durable and made from better material such as magic iron and Zolu ore, giving it a strong yet lightweight feel.”
Viola couldn’t help but giggle, “Considering Celtic sees himself as an anti-hero, that would definitely be the look for him. We’ll take it.”
“Great! Now, let me get your measurements and I’ll see what I can create for you lot. I should have it done in about two days, and it’ll cost you 37 silver and 200 copper, which includes the discount for giving me this Barbarian Saber Armor. Sound good?”
Skye smiled, “It’s a deal. Cel is gonna love it. I’ll pass, though, as it’s hard to find things in my size, even when it’s custom order, and I need to keep my gear lightweight in order to stay true to my strengths. But, in any case, here’s your payment.”
She gave him 37 silver coins and 200 copper coins from Celtic’s Tek-Pak which Danial gladly took.
“Okay, suit yourself, little lady. Now, time to get to work.”
After giving Danial their measurements, they left his blacksmith shop, seemingly satisfied. Skye regained her depressed look.
“I just hope Celtic is doing okay in the Demon Realm…”
A few days had passed since Celtic left for the Demon Realm. Skye was waiting dutifully by the archway, holding both Celtic’s Tek-Pak and new outfit. She watched, waiting to see if anything would occur. To her delight, a dimensional gateway opened. Shortly afterward, Celtic emerged from the gateway, a bit tired but nonetheless alive and in one piece, with his facial markings now permanently on his face. He looked up to see Skye waiting for him, her eyes glimmering.
“Cel!” she cried out in joy. “You’re back! I was getting so worried about you!”
She dropped what she was holding and ran over to Celtic, eager to hug him. But she stopped just short of him, sniffed, and backed up a bit.
“Eww… Celtic! You reek of miasma and swamp muck!” she stated, clutching her nose.
Celtic gave an annoyed sigh, “I know, I know, I hate the smell, too. Let me go shower in the knight’s shower room and then we’ll talk and hug. And, no, you cannot come in with me.”
Skye gained a pout, “Why? You’ve seen me naked.”
“Yeah, because you’re shameless and are always trying to get my attention with your body. Whatever, I need to bathe first, so I can stop smelling like a nuclear waste disposal facility. We’ll talk afterward.”
It wasn’t long before Celtic was in the knight’s shower room. He had taken off all his clothes, including the Shroud, as he viciously scrubbed himself under the showerhead, trying to get clean and smell decent. Skye was waiting outside of it, holding his Tek-Pak and new gear, resisting the urge to sneak a peek. It wasn’t long before the sound of running water ended, her ears perking up. A few moments later, Celtic, poked his head out from around the barrier.
“Okay, Skye, give me my clothes, please,” he requested, his hair still looking wet.
Skye gained a mischievous look, “How about you come out here and take it instead?”
Celtic responded with an annoyed look, “Skye, I asked nicely. Please, give me my clothes. Don’t make me use the slave crest.”
Her look became more mischievous, “That doesn’t work on me, Cel. The slave crest activating doesn’t remotely bother me. Never has, never will. I have powered through it back when I was first branded, beating up virtually everyone who opposed me, only stopping because of the body-numbing poison I was under. So, you’re gonna have to come out here and take your stuff, because you activating my slave crest won’t do any good. Who knows? I may find it stimulating now that I’m your slave. Anything is possible.”
Celtic gained a smirk as he realized something, “Is that so? Well, I just remembered that I have an arm attachment that can end this little dilemma. Mag-Bolt!”
His metal arm transformed, becoming a large horseshoe magnet, much to Skye’s surprise and confusion. Celtic then pointed the Mag-Bolt at Skye and activated it. Before she could react, the Tek-Pak and new gear were snatched from her hands with strange magnetic energies and attached themselves to the magnet. Her eyes widened in shock while he smirked.
“Not fair!” she protested.
As he retreated back into the locker room, Celtic taunted, “Too bad. Better luck next time, Skye.”
Skye crossed her arms, puffing up her cheeks, gaining a sour look, “I’ll get you next time, just you wait! I’ll get what I want, you’ll see!”
“Yeah, you will, I won’t deny it,” Celtic’s voice floated out. “But not just yet. Be patient, Skye, please. I know how you feel… I feel the same way… but I’m not in a good state to allow it right now. So, please, Skye, try to be patient. I know you were worried about me; I appreciate that, really. But my mind and emotions are in a turbulent state right now, especially since I’m still getting used to these newfound energies and strength surging through me. Give me some time, Skye, okay? You’ll get what you want… both of us will… but try to be patient. It’ll happen, just not right now. So, please, Skye, don’t rush this. I don’t want you sounding like Lucas or Wench. Okay?”
Skye flinched as she heard that last bit before sighing, “Okay, okay, you win. You just had to bring up those two, didn’t you? Gods forbid that I act and sound like those two, what with Lucas’ never-ending lust and Wench’s prostitute-like habits. Brr! The thought alone gives me the shivers. Fine, I’ll be good… for now.”
Celtic walked out, giving her a smile, “Thank you, I mean it. So… how do I look? I noticed this is new gear. How does it look on me?”
Celtic was donning his new outfit. It looked similar to the Barbarian Saber Armor, being somewhat rogue-like in design. The tunic was primarily a dark navy blue with short sleeves and seemed to be made from very durable material, with a beige vest-like structure over it, a silver breastplate in the shape of a spade and matching shoulder plates. His pants were a dark purple in color, almost black, with a thick belt, soft yet sturdy plates on his hips and thighs lined with soft fur, armored calf-high boots with iron toes and heels, and a fingerless glove on his left hand, with the Shroud completing it.
Skye purred, “Handsome, dashing, stylish, powerful, and the outfit isn’t bad, either.”
She then giggled as Celtic gave her a look. Just then one of the ShadoKnights ran up to them.
“Prince Avalar!” he stated. “We’re glad you returned! You took longer than expected in Purgatory. Did everything go accordingly?”
The redhead turned to him, “Yeah, yeah, I had to stay a bit longer because my Assault Mode power is a bit trickier than others, at least according to the guardians that helped me undergo the trial and ritual. They had me stick around until I got the hang of it, as, because I’m a Chaos breed, my Assault Mode form is considerably more powerful than normal. They even say it’s stronger than the legendary Shadow Prince’s Assault Mode form, and, apparently, that’s using it at only a low percentage of it’s true power, about 15% or so. As a result, I had to stick around for a little bit longer until I got better control over it, as it can turn me into a hard-hitting berserker if I don’t restrain it, as, unfortunately, it does put me on a power high when used. That’s why I’m a bit late, as I had to spend some extra time getting a better grasp on my Assault Mode form.”
The ShadoKnight was surprised, “You’re Assault Mode is even more powerful than the legendary Shadow Prince’s power!? And that’s only at low percentages!? Just how much power do you contain?”
“Beats me. Anyway, if you’re looking for the special clothes that I used, they’re in the locker room. Can’t miss them, as they reek to the high heavens. Now, if you’ll excuse me… I’m starving. I didn’t eat anything in the Demon Realm, so I need to eat something.”
As Celtic and Skye started to walk away, the ShadoKnight sputtered, “Wait! You didn’t eat anything?! But demons can’t stand hunger for even a minute! Are you telling me you went through your entire trial that took at least three days hungry?!”
Celtic merely replied, “Yep. I’m not eating another demon. I don’t care if it’s par the course, I’m not placing a piece of demon meat in my mouth. I’ll stick to normal foods like pancakes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to stuff my face.”
Not long later Celtic was at a restaurant. He had ordered five plates of different foods and was busy shoveling them down. Skye, who was lingering outside, was surprised at how hungry he was. Soon, the rest of her party appeared.
“Hey, Skye!” Rupert called. “We heard that Celtic is back. How’s he doing?”
Skye merely gestured to the restaurant, “He’s stuffing his face with food. He didn’t eat anything in the Demon Realm, as he refused to eat another demon. He went through his entire training course hungry because he couldn’t bring himself to eat another demon. Considering that, apparently, demons can’t stand hunger for a minute, yet he was willing to go through the entire training course hungry says a lot about how much he didn’t want to eat another demon.”
Viola’s eyes widened, “Gotta give him props for willpower, then, if he could resist his hunger for three days just to prevent himself from eating another demon. That’s pretty strong resolve. King Duskbane will be quite surprised at that. I’m not sure if eating another demon is part of the training or not, but either way, I’m guessing Celtic passed.”
The Light Elf nodded, “Yeah, he did. And, apparently, his Assault Mode power is so intense he had to stay a bit longer to get a better grip on it. Because of him being a Chaos breed, his Assault Mode form draws even more power from his mixed blood, turning it into an absolute powerhouse. According to Celtic, at only about 15% power, it has more power than the legendary Shadow Prince’s Assault Mode, and from what I’ve been told, the Shadow Prince had the strongest Assault Mode to date. At least before Celtic dethroned him, that is. But… it puts him on a power high that makes it very easy to go overboard, eventually turning him into a hard-hitting berserker, so he had to stick around for a bit longer to get a better grip on it, otherwise he’s a danger to himself and others. That’s why it took him an extra day, as his true power is immense, requiring extra time to get a better handle on it. Guess it’s par the course for being a Chaos breed, as the element of Chaos is far more powerful than Light or Darkness on their own.”
Leon’s eyes were wide, “Wow, that’s incredible. But it appears his Assault Mode may become an ace-in-the-hole, as it’s probably too powerful to use on regular terms, especially if it runs the risk of going berserk because of a power high. But, as a good poker player would say, ‘It’s good to have an ace up your sleeve, but don’t show your hand too often’, meaning it would be wise for Celtic to keep his Assault Mode under wraps until needed. That way he can’t attract the attention of Sylph or Infinator, as well as surprise them with its power.”
A few minutes late, Celtic emerged from the restaurant, feeling satisfied. He then noticed his party was in somewhat different clothes.
“Oh, hey, gang,” he said. “I see you got upgrades along with me. I must thank you for this new gear, it feels a lot more durable and better quality than my old Barbarian Saber Armor. What’s it called, anyway?”
Skye smiled, “Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you that. It’s called Shadow Striker Armor. The blacksmith, Danial, designed it after the Shadokor, being a combination of Shadow Sentinel garb with ShadoKnight standard armor, giving it a dark, rogue-like feel. It also has an auto-repair function in it, making it extra useful. How do you like it?”
“Guess you guys really like it when I take an anti-hero look, don’t you?” Celtic replied with a wry smile. “Still, I admit it does fit the bill, considering I’m the one wearing it. It’ll do nicely.”
Tyroe then asked, “By the way, did you happen to get any new Shroud forms while you were in the Demon Realm? Since the denizens of the Demon Realm are different than here on Zakota, you probably got some new Shroud forms, right?”
“Yes I did, in fact. I got about eleven new forms, including a new personal favorite. I got a Colossus Troll Shroud, a Red Demon Shroud, an Ashfang Demon Shroud, a Scorchapide Shroud, and a Cobra Hydra Shroud, to name a few. The Cobra Hydra Shroud in particular I’m quite happy about, as it’s one of the few Shrouds I have that can deal damage, albeit indirectly in this case, giving me another option when it comes to battle. It’s also one that can be used both offensively and defensively, as well as possessed a counterattack ability. It’s become my new personal favorite as a result and was quite handy in the Demon Realm. While most demons are immune to poison, everything else isn’t, making it very useful.”
Leon’s eyes were wide, “Sounds quite potent, to say the least. So, it appears it poisons the target, similar to the Poison Touch Shroud, only it sounds considerably more powerful.”
Skye gained a devilish smirk, “You could use it to threaten Wench if she ever gets out of line, as Light Elves are very vulnerable to poison. Ooh, I can almost see her face when she sees that Shroud. On top of that, Wench hates snakes, at least regular ones, as Nagas don’t seem to bother her much, seeing how she isn’t bothered by Tyroe. But regular snakes, especially poisonous ones, terrify her. Show her that and even she’ll know to back down, considering how dumb she is.”
Just then a familiar voice bellowed, “CELTIC!!!”
Celtic gained an annoyed expression, “Speak of the devil. Maybe I’ll go back to the Demon Realm, as it almost feels like a day spa compared to having to deal with him.” He then whispered, “Cobra Hydra Shroud.”
The Shroud transformed, becoming a dark green in color with gold accents, a scale-like pattern, and what appeared to be three cobra hood patterns on it. Shortly afterward, Lucas and his party, including Wench, walked up to Celtic and his party.
“Celtic!” Lucas spat. “I demand a duel in order to have Veronica’s punishment undone!”
“Let me think about that,” Celtic snidely replied. “Um… how about NO! And it’s ‘Wench’ now, as her old name has gone the way of the dodo bird. Besides, you haven’t beaten me yet. I may be a lower Level, but I’ve gotten more done than you ever have. And I’ve pummeled you in each of our past duels, proving that Levels and flashy techniques don’t always bring home the bacon. Besides, you’re wasting both our time demanding that I have the punishment undone, as only King Alvin can do that. I just merely suggested it, he’s the one who implemented it. On top of that, did you learn nothing from the trial? Thanks to her, 45 other men were killed because of her false rape accusation, having been robbed and their names shamed, she sold her own sister to slavery, and had the gall to help the Four Stars Church get away with as much as they did. So, even if I could have it undone, I won’t. Deal with it!”
Celtic turned his back to Lucas, making the latter annoyed.
“I won’t take no for an answer!” he demanded.
“Talk to the cobras.”
This confused Lucas, “What cobras?”
The cobra hood patterns then started to move, becoming three large cobra heads that rose out from the Shroud. They locked their eyes on Lucas, glaring at him, making him back up slightly, Wench quickly retreating behind him.
“I HATE SNAKES!!!” she cried out.
“Oh… those cobras…” Lucas gulped.
Celtic gained an almost evil smirk, “Meet one of my newest Shrouds: the Cobra Hydra Shroud. Obtained from a fallen Cobra Hydra that dwelled in the Demon Realm, this bad boy has become a new personal favorite. Not only is it one of my few Shrouds that is capable of dealing damage, albeit indirectly, but it also has a counterattack and very good defensive abilities. When used, it bites my foes, injecting them with a fatal toxin that gets worse and worse as the battle continues. And the best part is only I know how to make the particular antidote needed to cure it, as conventional methods don’t work on it. So, you’d better play nice with me, Lucas, otherwise I’ll have these cobras bite you and force you to bend to my will. Allow me to demonstrate.”
He then snapped his left fingers. This caused the cobras to lash out at blinding speed. Lucas tried to block them with his Spear, but two of them bit down on it, injecting their poison into it. To Lucas’ horror, his Spear shut down from the poison, deactivating its abilities. The third cobra head lashed out at him, snapping its jaws just an inch from his face, its tongue flicking at his nose, showing off its deadly fangs. Lucas was cowed into submission, backing up further, while Wench continued to use him as a meat shield to protect herself from the cobras. Celtic gained a dark sneer as this happened.
“I’m not playing around anymore, Pointy Stick Boy,” he said darkly. “But you better play nice from now on, otherwise things might get sticky. Besides, like I said, I have no power or authority over Wench’s punishment, only King Alvin does. I just suggested the punishment, but I have no control over it. So, if you want to file a complaint, then take it to him, not me, just don’t think King Alvin will say yes, as he’s pretty adamant about keeping the former Light Elf royal family on a short leash. So, I’m not the one to talk to about removing Wench’s punishment, only King Alvin can decide that. That means stop wasting our time with your stupidity and deal with it!”
He snapped his fingers again, causing the cobras to retreat back to him, but they kept their eyes locked onto Lucas and Wench, clearly with the intent to kill. Lucas was very shaken by this while Wench continued to use him as a meat shield to protect her from the cobras. Celtic raised his hand up again, preparing to snap his fingers again, which caused Wench to flee, screaming in fear, forcing Lucas and the rest of his party to chase after her.
“I’ll get you for this!” he spat.
“Duly noted… and IGNORED,” Celtic countered.
Skye shivered with pleasure, “Ooh, that was incredible! I can see why that Cobra Hydra Shroud is your new favorite. I’m almost giddy at how quickly Pointy Stick Boy and Wench were subdued by it. So much for his bluster. He’s all mouth and no moxie.”
Leon couldn’t help but chuckle, “From what we’ve seen, his tongue far outstrips his technique. I’m surprised his harem is still sticking with him after all his humiliating defeats and incredible ego, considering I can sense that they actually don’t like him.”
Viola then scratched her chin, “Is that really true, though? That only you know the exact antidote needed to cure the poison from that Cobra Hydra Shroud?”
Celtic nodded, “Yes, it is true. It requires a complex and highly specific mixture of pretty rare herbs. When I looked at the Shroud’s data when I obtained it, it gave me the exact mixture needed to cure its toxin. But I’ll gladly tell you, Viola, as you’re the resident potion master, especially since you’re teaching me how to make higher-quality medicine. But, yeah, it does require a very specific mixture of fairly rare herbs to cure, but, as a result, it makes it ideal for a poison-and-cure gambit if need be.”
The Arachne smiled, “Sounds good. I’m always interested in learning new potions… even though I’d rather just lounge in my silk hammocks all day. But when you’ve got it, you’ve got it.”
Rupert then said, “Oh, I almost forgot. King Alvin wants to talk to you now that you’re back. He wants to give you that reward King Duskbane promised. And probably by now King Duskbane is also aware of your return, so he’ll probably give you the same reward. I know it won’t make you happy after everything you had to deal with, but let’s go and get it anyway, as it may help.”
Nodding, the party started to make their way to the castle to collect their rewards, newfound confidence inside them.
Next Chapter: Council Chaos
And that'll do for a start. Tune in next time to see what our colorful cast gets involved in next.
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