by D. Levesque
Suddenly, I feel the surrounding ground shake as if an earthquake is happening. At first, I think I’m just imagining it in my pain-induced mind. But that thought vanishes when in my peripheral vision, I see the tents start to collapse in on themselves, shaking so hard they fall from their poles. It’s a good thing we were already kneeling, as if we hadn’t been, we would have fallen on our asses.
The power inside me, where before it was hundreds of different balls of energy, as if in a chain, starts to merge, one by one, causing even more pain as it goes through my Chakras. I am, at this point, astonished that they haven’t broken my Chakras. With the intense way they have been slamming through them, I figured by now they would be nothing but ruined husks.
But then something odd happens. The power changes, elongates, and becomes a fine, bright power bar that flows easily through the doorways in my Chakras. But that isn’t even the odd thing. It’s the fact that it starts picking up speed. A lot of damn speed. Without that interference the power was getting before when it didn’t fit through the door of my Chakras, it flows smoothly through now and picks up momentum each time it passes through.
It’s now so fast, it’s a blur. The pain has not lessened, but the extra added pain each time it slammed through my Chakras is gone. As I look down at my hands that are still on Bridget’s back, I notice we are starting to glow. A white glow that is getting brighter and brighter. Shit! I can’t close my eyes! I can tell it’s starting to hurt my eyes, as I can feel the extra pain coming from there now. I try to blink it out, but it’s no use. I can’t even blink. It feels like the glow of our bodies is getting to be much brighter than looking directly into the sun.
Without warning, a flash of pain hits my eyes, and everything goes dark. I mean dark like being underground dark, but I can still see the bar of power going through my body, through my Chakras. And I can see the glow of Bridget’s body. Great. Just fucking great. I’m blind now. I am tempted to open my Third Eye Chakra, but because the light bar is going through it, I am almost afraid to try.
“I’m blind,” I tell Bridget.
“I’m sorry, Alex,” Bridget says, distracted. “But we are almost there! I can feel the power getting strong enough to punch through its defenses. I am sorry I took so much, though,” she says with embarrassment.
“You took what you needed,” I tell her, not upset in the least. Not about this.
Wondering how much she took, I bring up my power window.
Power Remaining: 86,000 /995,000
Divine Energy Remaining: 4,900/5,000
Holy shit on a stick! Bridget took 900,000 of my power? No wonder this is so painful! That’s going to be a lot of power to regenerate, even with what seems like my crazy power regeneration rates.
Then, Bridget cries out loud, not through our connection, “Yes!”
Suddenly, there is a loud cracking noise that sounds like the Earth, or in this case, Boromour, is breaking in half. The sound wave is so powerful that it ends up throwing me and Bridget like we are rag dolls. It reminds me of an explosion of C4 that I once saw on a video online, where someone had wrapped a Ken doll around the device. I honestly hope I will fare better than it did. I feel something hit my back, followed by a sharp pain, and then numbness. Before I pass out from this additional pain, I have enough time to sense that what my back had slammed into was one of the tent poles; a very thick one that had stayed upright even in the earthquake. Then, blessed relief as everything turns black.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
My eyes are closed, and I can feel the sun on my face. No, wait. I’m blind. I remember now that the light inside Bridget and myself had shined so bright that it burned my eyes out. I’d better keep them closed. Odd that I don’t feel any pain. For that matter, I expected to be lying on my back, but I feel myself sitting in a chair. Then, I get a whiff of something familiar. Is that pipe tobacco?
“You can open your eyes,” says a deep, grumpy voice to my left.
My eyes fly open in shock. Not that it’s a male voice, but at who it is. I look over, and across from the table that’s between us is none other than God. I glance around quickly and see we are at the lake again. Not the Lake of Ruins, but the lake on Earth! We are at his cabin.
God takes his pipe out of his mouth and points the mouthpiece at me angrily. “I don’t know what I am more pissed at you about. You dying, or ruining my plans,” he harrumphs.
“So I died, did I?” I say sadly.
I guess it was too good too last and too good to be true. The dream of being with three beautiful women and having magical powers, plus a pretty amazing body. But you know, as much as I regret dying, if it’s my time again, it’s my time. I had a good run.
“Is Boromour safe from this Horde of yours?”
“Yes,” God says with a growl, shaking his head.
“Then, I’m good,” I tell him, but there is sadness in my tone. “I am just glad that the girls will be safe. Though, I guess that would only be Sara and Leeha. Since I died, Bridget would have as well. Do Elementals have souls?” I ask God.
“No, they do not,” he says, looking away from me and staring at the lake, before placing his pipe back into his mouth and puffing on it hard, causing a cloud to surround him.
“What changed?” I ask him. “Why were you sending the Horde of Demons, to Boromour?”
God looks back at me, and that piercing gaze he once used on me is still there, but it’s not as powerful. I don’t feel like I’m going to shit my pants.
“What happened was four galaxies died, and the number of souls that went to Hell worlds was more than I expected.”
I look at him with some confusion. I know he said that the Hell worlds were getting full, but what does that have to do with the Horde invasion?
“Are you saying that it’s so full you had to send Demons to die? But why send them to Boromour?” I ask him, slowly trying to piece it together.
“Alex. I’m God. I like you, but I am not your friend. Know this. I will do what I need to do to keep a balance. And if it means killing millions of people in a world to send them to Heaven, I will do so, especially if it also means killing tons of Demons in the process and freeing those Hell Worlds.”
Damn, I guess it makes sense. God isn’t there for me. He is there for his own reasons. And I guess the job on his hands is kind of intense. Could I, without guilt, do what he did? No. I couldn’t. I won’t delude myself. But, at least my death made Boromour safer.
“I want to say that I’m sorry I ruined your plans,” I start, “but I would be lying if I did. The humans on Boromour are asses, but I am glad to know that Leeha and Sara, and even Leo and Tommy, are safe. And if I am dead, I thank you for bringing me here to Earth one more time before I go to what I assume is a Hell world,” I tell God with a smile of acceptance.
“You know I should hold you responsible for this,” God grates at me, slapping the table between us.
“I won’t say I’m sorry,” I repeat.
“You going to stick to that?” God asks me, staring at me with beady eyes in his old and wrinkled face, the pipe sitting on one side of his mouth.
I am usually the kind of person who says yes right away, to be cocky about it, but I think it through this time. Do I feel bad that I ruined his plans for the Hell worlds? I didn’t know about it, so I can’t be held responsible for something I was not aware of. No, I do not feel bad. Will I take responsibility for what happened to Boromour, and the fact that it was saved from a Horde of Demons? Oh, Hell yes, I will. I am just happy to know that my death made it safer for Leeha and Sara and the boys and the rest of the races on Boromour. Even those racist fucks.
I hope that Leo and Tommy are the start of something. They will be powerful one day, and I hope they do start a revolution with the help of Leeha and Sara.
“Yes. I will. I am ready for the Hell world I am meant for. I never got enough of the Blessed Tokens,” I tell him, but there is a sad smile on my face.
“You know you were doi
ng really well on Boromour,” God says, changing the subject. “Especially with those girls of yours.”
“I know,” I tell him, blinking to keep the tears from flowing at the mention of the girls. Thinking about it was one thing, but hearing it from someone else was harder to take than I expected.
God gets up and stands at the end of his porch. I still can’t get over how short he is. He doesn’t say anything, but simply puffs his pipe. What he is thinking or looking at, I have no clue.
He finally turns to me with a scowl on his face. “You didn’t die,” he says, taking the pipe out of his mouth.
I stare at him uncomprehendingly without saying anything, and he sighs and waves his free hand towards me.
Congratulations, you have finished the Quest Defeat the Portal to Hell.
You have gained the maximum Blessed Tokens: 178
You have received 178 Heavenly Tokens.
Heavenly Tokens: 200 of 200
Congratulations, you have received a new Class: Angel
Angel
Ability: You cannot die. You will resurrect within 1 hour of dying, next to your body or at a spot of your choice. (Note: Pain is still a thing)
You are currently limited to one revive spot: Boromour.
You have gained a new Divine Spell, Resurrection.
Spell: Resurrection
Allows you to resurrect one member of your circle.
You are limited to members of your circle only: Partners.
Spell cost: 1000 Divine Energy.
After all the messages slowly fade away, I look at God in astonishment.
“I’m an Angel?” I say to him in disbelief.
“Well, only a level one,” he says with a grin. “Don’t get an enormous head on your shoulders. The ones who are playing God for me on Boromour are level 200. You are the lowest level Angel currently on my staff within the universe. Adelia will be thrilled to know she isn’t the lowest anymore. She is level 45. And don’t think I don’t know about that meeting you had with Peter. I will be talking to him. That Angel is a pain in my arse,” God says, but there is a smile on his face, which tells me Peter will be just fine.
“Now what?” I ask him, still somewhat stunned. Me? An Angel? I mean, level one, but an Angel nonetheless! What does that even mean?
God comes back to his Adirondack chair and sits down, and suddenly there is a Coors Light in his hands, and one next to me on the table. I look at it with a raised eyebrow.
“Cheers,” he says with a grin, lifting the beer up.
“For what?” I ask him, grabbing the beer, but not raising it just yet.
“Well, since you stopped the Horde from going to Boromour, I still have a colossal problem. I have lots of Demons that need to die off, or I will have a problem with the Hell worlds. So I need your help to figure out a way to reduce their numbers. That’s your first job as an Angel, level one,” God says and takes a sip of his beer, making a satisfied lip-smacking sound.
I sit back in my own chair and think, how the hell does he expect me to do that? If he wants to take the humans from Boromour to fight off the Demons, I am all for that, I think with my beer halfway to my mouth, and then suddenly I pause as an idea hits me.
“No way!” I say out loud.
“What?” God asks me curiously.
I turn to him slowly, and there is a shit-eating grin on my face. “I need your approval for this,” I tell him excitedly. Truthfully, with what I want to do, I will need all the help I can get.
He tilts his head sideways as he tries to figure out my plan. After a good two minutes of staring, he finally shakes his head and says begrudgingly, “What’s your plan?”
“Demon Dungeons,” I say, and then I don’t say anything else as I take a quick sip of my Coors. Damn, it’s even cold!
God looks at me blankly at first, the gears shifting in his brain, but then he barks in laughter. “You think I should allow the races on Boromour access to gaining these Blessed Tokens by killing Demons?”
Nodding quickly, I spend the next hour talking to him about the plan, with him holding up his hand every once in a while when he says he has to do research on game systems on Earth. Eventually, he has a big grin on his face, and he claps his hands excitedly.
“Alex, if this works, do you know I might be able to open this up to other worlds! I never even thought of this! A Dungeon of Demons where the deeper you go, the more Blessed Tokens you get. I am still not sure I like the idea of having a race of people stronger than others, though,” he says with a grimace.
“Listen,” I tell him. “If this works, it will be an opportunity for the other races to build their strength. And right now, on Boromour, the monster races will have a big incentive to do that. Although something tells me that the humans will not want to be left behind, but I have my own plans for the humans on Boromour, to change the way they view the other races.
“Oh?” God says, with some interest.
“I intend to make it so that each group that goes into the Dungeons needs to be made of five members. And they all need to be a unique race,” I tell him with a grin. “I need you to do a world announcement thing, I want you to add that information.”
He looks at me for a second before breaking out in laughter, so much so that he ends up coughing and trying to catch his breath. “Oh, Alex! That is priceless! The humans on Boromour won’t have a choice but to get on board with the other races if they want to go into the Dungeon. Nowhere did you say that one of the races needs to be human! And there are more than five races on Boromour!”
“Exactly!” I say with a grin. “If they don’t play nice with the other races, they will be left behind,” I say that last part with a grin.
“Good,” God says, putting a hand on my arm. “It’s time.”
“Time?” I ask him.
“To go back. You’re about to revive. Give me a week to get this going. I need to tweak some items. Alex, this has been the most fun I have had in ages! Oh, I cannot wait for this!”
“Wait! Are you about to throw me!?!” I ask as he grabs my arm, but too late, as I am already flying towards a black Portal that suddenly popped up just off his porch, and I slam into it painfully, once again.
Seconds later, I am back in my body, and I feel residual pain from what I put my body through earlier.
“Alex!” screams Leeha in relief.
I turn, and suddenly I have not one but four bodies crashing into me. Sara, Leeha, Leo, and Tommy are piling on top of me, hugging me for all it’s worth.
“I tried to explain to them you weren’t dead!” I hear Bridget’s voice from above my head.
“You were here?” I ask her, surprised.
“Yes. Your God sent me back here to explain that you would be back,” Bridget says with a scowl. “He might be your God, but damn, he is cranky!”
“Yeah, he is,” I tell her with a laugh, with a still crying foursome on top of me. “All right, folks! I’m not dead! But if you don’t get off me soon, I’ll stop breathing.”
“No, you won’t,” Bridget says, but she is laughing. I don’t say anything but stick my tongue out at her instead.
“Alex, we thought we lost you,” Leeha says, tears in her eyes. I look over, and Sara has them as well, as do Tommy and Leo, and they aren’t being shy about it.
“Well, I’m good. Though we have a lot of work to do,” I tell them as we slowly untangle.
“Work?” Tommy asks me, with a hiccup from crying. I see that his and Leo’s eyes are red-rimmed.
“Yup,” I say with a grin. “This world is about to change very dramatically, and for that to happen, I need us all to be more powerful. Especially you two,” I tell Leo and Tommy, looking at them for dramatic effect. “We are about to turn this world on its ass, and you two, as humans, will be showing the world you can hunt with other races and become powerful.”
Suddenly my stomach growls very loudly. “But first, I need food. Let’s head back,” I say, putting a hand around Sara and Leeha and squ
eezing them into me. “We have a ton to plan.”
The end of Book of Elemental Summoner 2
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I am an older-than-dirt gamer. I started gaming when old school BBS' were a thing, playing Pit Fighter and Trade Wars. I remember buying my first PC when I was 14 years old; it was a RadioShack Tandy PC. Paid a ton for it.
When the internet became available, I was on the early (well, not THAT early) bandwagon.
My venture into online games started with Ultima Online. Then I got into the beta for Everquest. THAT was my addiction. I eventually convinced my partner at the time, to try the game since it seemed to be "taking you away from me almost every evening". And that is how my now wife became a gamer girl. We raided for years, and made some fantastic friends, who we still talk to on Facebook. Then came Everquest 2. Yet more addiction. I have tried WoW, many times. While the game was good, I just never got into it. Sorry WoW Players.
Since then, I have played tons of games that have come out, from online games to stand-alone ones. I have so many titles on Steam that one would think I would not run out of stuff to play, right? Yeah. If you look at my most played games in Steam, it would have to be in order: Elder Scrolls Online (over 900 hours), Ark Survival Evolved (over 500 hours), and Everquest 2 on Steam. But that doesn't take into account before I had it on Steam, so add another 2000 hours to that!
My love and passion for reading started at a young age. The first book I read for the sheer pleasure of it as a child was Lord of the Rings at the age of 12. From then on, it became an expensive habit. I have been reading Science Fiction and Fantasy ever since.
I am also a fan of Anime and Manga. Yeah, I know. How much more geek can I add to this? Oh, oh, you just wait. I was more into ichii and harem there. But also, more fantasy-based ones. I never did watch Yu-Gi-Oh or such. I did love comedy ones. Years ago, I remember introducing my older kids to Ranma ½. Yeah, I wasn't a good dad.
