Aliscar's demise

Aaron Barzinia walked down the third street from them Receptors Restaurant Diner. Their meals were pleasant, giving a taste that did not leave the mouth. His Academy friends Mel, Nores, Amyn, Scylla, Calypso, and Circe chatted about their upcoming examinations. Aaron held Isabel in his arm escorting her with the group. As a cadet in the Vestrisian Army it was a good night to meet the heroes of the Vanguards. This meeting put Aaron in a better mood than he was before dinner. He conversed with his friends adding comments here and there enjoying the insightful chatter.

            "We need to have a blast tonight before examinations begin next week" Scylla suggested to her friends.

            "What should we do?" Nores asked. No one had any ideas for this night. Isseult raised her voice.

            "I have an idea!" she said gleaming at Aaron. "Let's all go to a dance club and enjoy the last night with my boyfriend." Isabel's eyes appeared like puppy dog eyes pleading Aaron to join them.

            "Whatever the group decides I'm in. It won't be long before I reach Private and go off to Gaskouth Ladai."

            Eight teens walked even further down the third street in search of a dance club. Three clubs stood on the street open to all party goers, dancers, and those illegally on the streets. A group of orcs, Kuruks and goblins hung out in the alley next to the first club. None of the teens spotted the vermin lurking by the dance club. Calypso and Circe were best friends; sisters who lived together. The elf and Zunia-Puck shared the same dorm as roommates. Mel, Circe and Isabel shared a suit together. The male elves, Amyn and Nores lived as roommates after their second year at the Academy. All of them became friends in class and during free hours of the day. The friends did not know what was waiting for them at the clubs. Calypso saw the three clubs.

            "Mel, Circe, and Amyn, you check out the second one. Scylla and I will take Nores and find him a girl in the first one. Isabel and Aaron will check out the third. "she smiled, winking at the couple.

            "Why can't we all go together as a group," Aaron interjected. Calypso was overruled by the group forced to pout over this.

            "That's great, but each one has a long line at the front." Mel protested.

"Then let's take the back way then." Circe replied. Going to the back of a club was never a good choice, especially in a city like Udraine.

            They made it to the first club and veered to the left down an alley. In the alley the teens walked huddled together like sheep to the back alley of the club. Behind the club prowled a gang of orcs, kuruks and goblins standing around the back doors to the club. Aaron and Isabel chose to wait outside the alley. Circe, Mel, Calypso, Amyn, Nores and Scylla found their way to the back doors and the lurking gang. Six Academy students stood before the gang not realizing who they were. The girls mistook them for bouncers being lazy on the job. One Kuruk turned his head in their direction and saw them instantly. he signaled his gang members of their arrival.          

            "Fresh meat is here boys. Looks like we'll have fun tonight except the wimpy elf boys." an orc exclaimed. Circe, Mel, Calypso, and Scylla pressed against each other. Each girl trembled with fear of what would happen next. The gang surrounded the teens with sexual urges and thoughts of cruelty. Their large eyes focused on the girls' breasts and womanhood.

            "Look at them tits and asses, I could have fun with these ladies." said an orc rubbing his hips.

            One Kuruk gleamed at their mouths, "They gots sweet mouths I bet!" He boasted getting closer to the girls.

            "Enough talk just get on with it! Move you little shits!" a Kuruk pointed a gun at Amyn and Nores. The two boys backed away from the girls to a corner. Multiple weapons were drawn and pointed at the girls threatening them.

            “Alright ladies wanna have some of us, cause there's no objections." a Kuruk cackled with his crew.

            Fifteen to twenty thugs dropped their pants before the Academic teens. Circe, Mel, and Calypso obediently approached the larger beings. They were forced to stroke the thugs as they probed their noses and mouths. Scylla stripped teased the gangsters which made things worse for her. She was overpowered immediately, her dress was ripped off. Four to five gangsters pounded the four teens maliciously. Amyn and Nores watched in horror as their female friends took on the vermin unable to control themselves.

            A dark figure with more thugs emerged out of the darkness. "Enjoy these fertile women, there is plenty for all when I am done with Udraine. Your services will be rewarded as such." the voice was a hissing sound that a snake would make if it could speak. Aliscar revealed himself to the massed group as more his hired help jumped into the orgy. The dark lord watched for a while with obsession, encouraging it to continue for the rest of the night. Soon there was nothing but a mass of monsters viciously humping the Academic teens. Nores felt as though this was the end of his four female friends. They were the greatest companions he ever had. All of them were good friends to him and Amyn who shielded his eyes from the scene. Nores' thoughts would be proven false.

            A mass gun battle ensued on the streets of the three clubs. Gangs of Vermin massed to the rally point for flesh and pleasure. Unfortunately for them they were met by a force of Vestrisians, Vanguards, Police and Zhenrai, led by Mastar Arctice Greymir. Udraine forces took the positions where the alleys lay. They laid waste to every creature that marched in the streets.

            "I knew something was going on tonight!" Arctice growled from a distance. Chiecra, Ilkez, and Nenmare followed the Mastar helping where ever aid was needed. The massed army of gangs was easily defeated. Bodies covered the streets in blood.  A dozen casualties were sustained by the Udraine forces. Chiecra rounded the corner to the alley and found Aaron and Isabel held at gunpoint by a large Kuruk.

             "One step closer and I'll blow his brains out then you and screw hers out!" it snarled at Chiecra.

             Threats did not work on Chiecra even if the enemy was true to his own words. In a swift meditation Chiecra gave his body to the Gods and grabbed the Kuruk by the arm. His grip tightened on the thug's arm squeezing it slowly Chiecra felt the muscles crushed by the strong grip. His hand crushed the Kuruk's arm, shattering the bone into pieces. The monster roared in pain as Chiecra punched him in the chest breaking more bones. It was obvious that Chiecra had crushed his ribs, it released Isabel and fell against the wall.

            "Where are your friends?" he demanded.

            Aaron pointed down the alley, directing Chiecra to their location. The Corporal cautiously made his way through the alley. He turned right where the back doors lay. In the middle of the back alley he found a cluster of vermin ravaging four Academy teens. None of the vermin noticed his presence. They were fixed upon the vermin violating the helpless teens. Watching the scene infuriated Chiecra to the point of uncontrolled anger. He let his anger build up with the help of spiritual forces. To him it felt like the gods filled him with tremendous amounts of rage. This time he stayed in his own body calling on supernatural forces. With a burst of anger released he grabbed the closest vermin and killed him with his bare hands. A sword flies from the dead orc. Chiecra caught it and continued his rampage.

            Almost nothing could have stopped Chiecra at this point. He grabbed various vermin, pulled them off the subdued teens. None of the gangsters were safe from Chiecra's wrath as he slaughtered them all one by one. As he killed his enemies Chiecra felt the rage decrease from every blow he inflicted. Corpses lay lifeless around the teens and Chiecra. He gazed at them with a sense of relief. Chiecra breathed heavily from exhaustion. He let out heavy huffs as he caught his breath.

            “Excellent work Corporal Chiecra Gwynor you have much Forsythan blood in you, a noble warrior's blood that was bred for war. Your parents gave you this bold and warlike blood. I have known many Forsythans like you who died proudly, poorly, courageously, honorably and disgracefully."

            Chiecra froze at the sound of the voice that spoke to him. It gave a cold surprising feeling. He turned to face the source of this serpent voice. A tall figure stood in the corner with his hands folded over his abdomen.

            "Flee you miserable whelps you are of no concern of mine anymore!" he hissed at the girls and two boys whom ran for their lives.

            Aliscar smiled at Chiecra ready to attack at any moment. The ancient being raised his head to reach for the night air. Chiecra felt like something grabbed him. He looked at Aliscar realizing it was he who was doing this. Aliscar swung his arm across his chest tossing Chiecra into the wall. To him Chiecra lay dead, but spiritual forces deluded his senses to think he was dead.

            Arctice rounded the corner sensing his friend in danger. He discovers Chiecra laying lifeless amongst a cluster of decapitated vermin and a waiting Aliscar. When he laid his eyes on the smiling traitor Arctice became full of rage and vengeance. He confronted the dark lord enraged and prepared to fight.

            "You will pay for all the crimes you committed, pain inflicted, and the lives you stole for the past ten thousand years!" Arctice growled as he drew his saber-Katana.

            Aliscar grinned more unsheathing an ancient bastard’s sword that appeared corrupted by his darkness. The Forsythans approached each other skimming their blades in preparation for duel. No words were exchanged between only the clash of their blades was the sound that rang in the night. Arctice's blade swung left, and right, up and down at every angle. In the alley they fought ferociously, engaged in a locked duel. Great power burst from the blows of their blades touching. Waves of energy blasted away sections of the walls around Arctice and Aliscar.

            The two Forsythans moved around swinging and twirling their swords in dance to the death. Both duelists parried blow after blow as they tried to outwit, out maneuver, and match the other in combat. Each blow sent a wave of energy flying in every direction. Their battle traveled from street to street with many citizens watching intently. In front of a whole battalion of soldiers the Forsythans skillfully went on with the duel, dodging those in the way. Arctice was surprised by Aliscar showing no interest in killing anyone around them. It was something the corrupted ancient was known to do. The battle went on for hours as the two duelists jumped from street to street, building to building until they came to the plaza. There the whole city watched the Mastar Arctice Greymir fight to avenge his father.

            "Face it boy you are still a young Forsythan. It is impossible to defeat me!" Aliscar boasted to the young warrior. "My reign will be fulfilled over these people no matter how many get in my way!"

            Arctice did not want this to happen it was now his duty to destroy this ancient corruption for good. he lunged his blade into Aliscar striking through his chest. The Dark Forsythan cackled wisely at Arctice.

            "Foolish one, I am immortal in battle as are you!" The bastard sword flew straight through Arctice's chest. He felt great pain that could have brought death, but Arctice was too strong to be killed so easily. With great force he shoved his own body away from the bastard sword and raised his soul to the Gods. With his spiritual conjuration Arctice summoned his ancestors and the great warriors who died by the hands of darkness. He heard a voice from skies addressing him and warrior hosts.

            "Your people were created to defend the world of the innocent. In your battles you lost many to corruption and evil. Unite with this one warrior for as one you will give him great power to destroy this evil forever. No ancient evil must live through the ages to come."

            He saw hundreds of the greatest heroes, legends, champions and warriors of this grand race. Even his father stood among them clad in armor. In a vacuum of energy the conjured souls lunged into Arctice, giving him all the powers they possessed. He felt stronger, and mightier than before. The Gods answered his calling, as he intended to do at his desperate hour. Now he was setting his gaze on Aliscar, who looked worried over this immense power handed to the avenging son. Without warning Arctice launched a string of energy in the form of a spear at Aliscar. The powerful spear hit its target exploding on impact. A shock wave burst from the explosion shaking the earth. Such an attack crippled Aliscar to a state of weakness. He lay backwards withered away drained of all power. Aliscar looked more like an elderly man who lived far past his expectancy.

            Arctice showed no mercy he took his sword and leapt after Aliscar, striking down into his heart. A great cry shrieked from Aliscar's lips as a wisp of energy spewed from his corpse. Souls, spirits and elements spilled out. Arms came out of the ground pulling Aliscar into a vortex of agony and punishment. Nothing remained of Aliscar, Arctice dropped to his knees letting his blade clang to the floor. A great feeling of relief entered his lungs as the wind swept a great weight off his shoulders and back. He had done it, his father Argrithe Greymir and Mother Othena could now rest in peace. The predecessor of the unified republics was finally avenged. He looked up to see Udraine gathered and the sun rising to bring a new morning. As he watched the sunrise generals approached him to retrieve orders of cleansing Udraine of every outlaw and gang in the cleansing operation. Many fled to the outskirts only to be shot by locals, and militia.