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Summary: Just a story on the aftermath of magecraft being discovered by the rest of humanity and it's impact on society.
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2021, January 1st Mage Association. 2:02 PM.
Prologue: 1/2
The crumbling walls of the Clock Tower were the signaling sign of total war taking place on the streets of London.
No. The word “annihilation” was the most appropriate name.
Out-manned and low on resources, the faculty of Clock Tower stood facing wrath in full force, anticipating the road towards extinction. Nearly one hundred enforcers are scattered through the streets, clashing against their enemies in means of eradicating them.
Kill or be killed. That was the sole purpose of their survival at this point.
An invisible army of magical circuits roars in activation and collides with screams of the deceased in a song of death as it’s people are torn down and massacred.
Supernatural Warfare. An event to wipe out the enemies of the moonlit world: young and old, male and females.
A blinding light flashes downward from the high roofs of the lone remain tower, followed by a loud explosion of debris shooting in various directions. The explosion leveled a nearby small building, propelling corpses to the side of the road as chunks of grotesque meat.
Upon closer inspection, the small crater was left in a glass-like state, leaving those around the general vicinity that the spell was burning at a degree capable of disintegrating bone.
“Son of a bitch! We can’t keep this up for long!” cried the man. His features of no importance for he is no more than both spectator and participant to this unbelievable mayhem. His breath is erratic – lungs burning from running and dodging the enemies hits like an athlete doing a marathon.
Surrounding by fire and smoke, the man rushed out from behind a broken wall and launch his palm towards his opposition. A single chant rose from his lips before his hand crackle in lightning. A stream of electricity shoots out faster than the naked eye can perceive and roast the group of man and women from the other side.
He wouldn’t dare waste time seeing their charred corpses.
He ran through the wrecked streets with cars littering the ground as smoldering piles of steel. Black clouds blinded his vision as he frantically scouts the area. His prana level is already low, meaning any further use will leave him defenseless in the midst of this battlefield.
This is warfare – allowing no idle chit-chat or time to think. Only slaughter, murder, and bloodshed. No sane men would escape a landmine filled with destruction without a few scratches.
There is only one truth.
Those that wish to carve a path of victory must undeniable become monsters.
Such beings roar in their moment.
Do not turn back in fear.
Only washed away the madness at hand.
Of course, with such a display of mayhem transpiring around the battlefield, one would think what it ultimately meant at the end. Just what outcome produced from the sheer violence and supernatural spectacle?
Is it not obvious? No? Then the result leads to one path.
Magecraft was revealed to the world.
“Why the hell are they attacking us?”
His heart beats heavily, and his hands gripped nothing.
As long as there was a single one left alive, he wouldn’t stop. His comrades weren’t at his side. They were either dead or approaching death at any moment.
Honor and glory meant little, more worth less than even the root – and yet, human life remains the cheapest form of currency.
This is reality.
“Damn fools. They should have at least prepare than mossy along in their labs researching.” He was angry, and none can blame him for it. They were given a few warning days ahead but chose to ignore it, swimming in the pool of arrogance that many have fallen for. Such was one of the many nature of being a magus.
After clearing the streets and allowing his body to take in oxygen, he ran into a pack of four – himself included. The former group enforcers tasked with combat were eliminated thus leaving them alone to face the fire.
“Have you heard anything from the other side yet?”
“Negative. It's been too long since we’d last heard from them. It’s best to assume they're dead… and we might as well be,” said the newcomer. A young adult who is likely in his early twenties.
“Seems we lost this fight,” said the man. He flashed a bitter smile to the younger one before popping out a carton of cigarettes and lighting up a match.
“Think they’ll take prisoners?”
The third one of the group was a woman who merely nodded, indicating that the worst will come. The enforcer directed his gaze at the last of their company, a girl who was keeping silent.
“You over there,” he asked. “What’s your name?”
“Um… Veronica. Veronica Belwit.” The girl, ashamed of her slight embarrassment, looked no more than nineteen. She wasn’t an enforcer but a mere apprentice who was unfortunate enough to get caught up in this fight.
“Excuse me?” she asked. “What will become of the rest once the battle ends?”
“What battle? This is nothing more than a massacre, a genocide for those using magecraft. They’ll label us as an inhumane monsters and walk over our corpses or experiment with us.” The man turned from the girl and look venomously at the terrain around them. He would never surrender. And yet, even if he gives his life in this fight, the outcome had already been decided. Nothing will change that, nor does he have the power to do so.
“W-wait… you’re lying. That can’t…!”
Several explosions rocketed the area they reside in. The enforcer and two of the older members just barely manage to duck into cover, but Veronica is not fortunate: her right side of her body blown clean off from the radius of the explosion. The corpse goes flying and landing a few feet away from them.
The enforcer looked up and saw the remains of the magus apprentice. Her body twitches with the light in her eyes now vanquish. Blood painted the concrete floor in crimson, organs leaning out of her torso.
This is war.
And there are no heroes to save them.
As the man ran past the flames of destruction into the safety of a building, he used his remaining prana to reinforce his body. He realized that he left his comrades behind during the mad dash for safety and called back to them. His answer was…
…another flash, followed by a fiery explosion.
The sheer force blew away and the building and him to the ground. Pieces of construction materials shatter as the bricks and windows broke apart. Although he was saved from immediate death by reinforcement, he did so not without receiving some deep wounds. A piece of steel and concrete blasted in his direction by the explosion completely pierced the side of his stomach, finally emerging from his back. His left hand crushed under the weight of a large boulder, barely able to feel his fingers; he was bleeding from several wounds with a fractured bone. His incessant, bloody vomit told him that he had also suffered severe internal damage.
Although it took a while for the enforcer to regain his vision and hearing, he completely and utterly failed to make sense of what had just transpired. Only one thing was clear – that the both his enemies and comrades were blasted far into the distance.
“Shit…shitshitshitshitshit!” While raging at the outcome and fate that befallen him, a sound caught his attention from the distance.
Mary had a little lambIt was a childish story sung in a beautiful voice to soothe the suffering of others; resembling a divine choir, yet pregnant with something of the opposite end of the spectrum. The scorn soaking into the voice was all too evident. Only the end of the world would urge a sinner to claim this voice of an angel.
Little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
Mary went, Mary went
Everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go
Ridicule and mockery finding euphoria in corrupting all remnants of dignity they possessed; the voice of a killer intoxicated by insanity.
Stepping within the damage sight of the enforcer, the demented killer hums along to her nursery rhyme without a care in the world. Ignoring the burning bodies and damaged property around her. It was a young girl, no least than 16, standing a few meters away from the man. Her baby-blue eyes were like the fresh ocean. She wore a black tank top and blue jeans. In her right hand was a magnum, fully load and a smear of blood coating the trigger. A single look at the girl gave the man shivers. Although he had lost a considerable amount of blood, the chill crawling under his skin was for another reason: the sheer enmity and killer intent radiating from the girl’s visage.
And yet, the girl continued smiling as if she were a saint. The wind blew her auburn hair out the way.
“Hello,” she said. “You magi sure are hard to kill, ya know?” Her voice was so innocent that it didn’t match her position at all. The girl flashed an innocently devilish smile in front of him. “All of you running around and I’m over here trying not to get blood on my pants. I mean you people don’t hold back so I can't really control myself.”
He coughed, letting out an excessive amount of body fluids from his lips. “Who are…you…people?”
“Hm? Well, I don’t suppose telling you is against protocol or anything.” She licked her lips to ward off the dryness. “You, who are dubbed as enforcers of the Mage Association, can call us “Judges,” said the girl. “And as to why we’re currently wreaking your little hideout is…”
The wind died down in an instant as both members of the vicinity felt an impulse from the ground beneath. The enforcer felt the sensation of a beast letting loose it’s rage across the land, bathing everything in death. The girl’s expression was the exact opposite. She stared at the sky with a sign of a sadistic glee along her face.
“Well, looks like time’s up for us. Considering that killing you would be a waste of time now, you can bleed out here or whatever.” She walked away from him, humming to the tune of the previous nursery rhyme.
The man gritted his teeth in anger. His thoughts lost to him as a young girl walked away, causing such destruction among killing his associates in cold blood.
He wanted her dead!
Using every last fiber of his body to move his remaining hand in the direction of the retreating figure, he grinds his teeth, nearly breaking them, and force his prana at the palm of his hand. Lightning crackles just as last time but more intensely with as much murderous intent as humanly possible. A single-action spell aimed at the back of her head. Even if his sight is gone the spell should still be on target enough to deal a blow.
But something was very, very wrong.
“And here I was trying to at least be merciful to you maggots. Hmph. I guess this is what Third meant.”
The man’s blood froze. The sensation of rapidly approaching death was fulfilled. In his vision, a haze erupted multiple shimmering, opaque forms around the girl’s body. His skin was washed with a sudden wave of heat. His eyes, lungs, tongue, fingers, and every other part and sense of his figure were burning up.
The layers of his skin were melting away, slowly getting roasted by the invisible wave.
The girl tilted her head to the side, viewing the man being cooked alive with a blank expression and with a sudden blink of her eyes, the area around him combust into a blazing inferno.
This explosion could never compare itself to any other. It wasn’t a grenade off or a landmine being tripped. Neither would it match a car bombing or a box of C4. This explosion was a result of a miniature sun going off with no form of containment. The building, the cars, and even the particles of dust were wiped out.
However, if one were to take a closer look at the aftermath of such a natural disaster, the figure of a female walked through the toxic clouds. Her hips swaying along with closed eyes.
Mary had a little lamb
Little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
Mary went, Mary went
Everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go
Felicia Dermot – 16 – ESPer – 9th Judge of the Ten Kings.
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I'm not that good of a writer and considering I love the nasuverse (despite the vague and confusing concepts for some of the work), why not contribute something.
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