A Good Deal

Today is my birthday so here's a special present, an extra chapter! Enjoy!

John’s fingers wrapped around the hilt of the infamous blade until he had a firm grip on it. John looked up into Lady ****’s eyes. It was there he saw her pleading eyes for him to take up this weapon, to slay the man who risked the very balance of life and **** for his own, selfish needs. It was because of that look that John inhaled deeply before he pulled the blade from the ground.

“Yes! Take my power and become a god of ****!” declared the Mistress of **** as John felt an incredible rush of power surge through him. He now understood why Lady **** put all this power into an item she created herself. There was no way John’s body could handle this sheer amount of power as it currently was. He wasn’t even sure if he hit 99 if he could handle it. Of course, is 99 max level? Or do we go to like infinity? Huh. I’ll have to ask some other time. John finished his thoughts as the artifact finished its transfer of power to John that he could handle.

“I...I feel INCREDIBLE!” roared John as what felt like a million volts of electricity coursed through his body. The feeling was astounding. He felt like nothing could harm him and that he could do anything he truly wanted with no repercussions. He lifted the sword in the air and saw what little light there was in the underworld dance over the skull emblazoned on the weapon.

“Good. Now I shall return you to the world of the living. And remember our deal John Newman: Kill Lord Brighton and you shall be rewarded for your efforts,” she said as she summoned down a beam of energy. John felt a tingly feeling across his whole body as he slowly started to float upwards. “Mica, go with him and assist him in his task,” ordered Lady **** to her daughter. Mica nodded to her mother before she turned into that misty bansheeish form and flew up ahead of John. John looked down and saw himself in a new suit of armor. One that was rather recognizable for him. His fur covered boots with skulls engraved in the toe and shin sections as well as the skulls on his greaves as well as his shoulder guards made it quite clear what this armor was. It and the runeblade confirmed without a doubt who John was dressed as. This is a neat bonus, thanks Lady ****! thought John as he continued his way back to the land of the living.

I figured you’d like this look. I thought it only appropriate you take the form of a well known master of **** and undeath from your time.

“Yep, totally awesome that I’m now the-”

“Oh no..oh no no no...” was all Brenda could say as she felt a great sense of dread wash over her. Her heart stung as if it was impaled by an invisible blade. This feeling could only make her mind think of one thing. Something’s happened to my baby! I just know it! thought the worried mother. Perhaps this magic business he got swept up in tied us together or something, but I just know he’s in great danger or...or... Brenda could not bare to even finish that thought. The thought of her baby boy dying in a battle to save her and a lot of innocent people broke her heart.

Brenda was not sure how she would be able to hold herself together knowing her only son had just been brutally murdered in a battle. No mother should have to outlive her child. Water began to well up at the corners of her eyes as Brenda was on the verge of crying when the two children on her lap made rather loud snoring noises before suddenly waking up. Brenda couldn’t help but smile a bit as she looked down at the two. I always wanted grandkids and while John is a bit too young to have kids, these two are sweet enough to maybe I could raise them in his honor she thought as she wiped away the tears in her eyes as the two derps looked up and repeatedly opened their mouths.

“The air tastes funny,” said Mimi with a disgusted look on her face.

“Yeah! Not good funny but bad funny!” frowned Yatina. Brenda looked at the two very confused in what they were saying.

“What do you mean, girls?” she asked. The two looked up at her and blinked a few times before the responded.

“You know!”

“The air!”

“It tastes funny!”

“Bad funny!”

“We wanna stay here with you!” the two finished together as they buried their faces into Brenda’s bosom. The two snuggled up close to their adoptive mother and hugged her tightly. A big smile grew across Brenda’s face as she wrapped her arms around them and pulled them even closer.

“It’s ok, girls. I’m here for you. And don’t worry, John will make that bad taste go away, I’m sure of it!” she said as she flashed her smile to the girls, who smiled back when they looked up to meet her gaze.

“Look upon your ‘king’ and see his limp, lifeless body!” yelled Lord Brighton as he held John’s dead body in his left hand. He pivoted around the battlefield to show all those who would look upon the body to see that it was truly their king that lay dead.

“Oh no...”

“It can’t be...”

“Oh but it is!” said Lord Brighton after hearing the murmurs of John’s people. “I present you this offer: Surrender now and only most of you die. Continue to fight and all of you will die.” Lord Brighton waited patiently as his enemies debated on what to do next.

“John...he’s really...” Miho said in shock. She could not believe her eyes as she looked upon John’s lifeless body in Lord Brighton’s hands.

“No! Master is still alive!” cried Idena. “There’s no way he could be dead!” she declared as tears started to roll down her cheeks.

“My lord! Maybe I...maybe I can still revive you!” Gali tried desperately to think of a way her magic could bring John back to life despite knowing that once a soul leaves the body no normal restorative magic could heal them. Only necrotic magics could do that and that was a lost art.

“Without John we are not strong enough to beat the Order...beat Lord Brighton...” Mikuru said with a cold reality. As Mikuru’s mind raced on how to turn this situation to her and Miho’s favor, a sudden bright light caught her and everyone off guard.

Lord Brighton was **** to drop John’s body as a light engulfed the heretic’s body as his hand felt immense pain from the light. Lord Brighton brought his hand up to him and saw the burn marks on his hands. Lord Brighton watched the light engulf the boy’s body.

“Why is the Holy Light basking his body in its light?!” asked Lord Brighton to himself. This did not make sense. Yet, many things about the boy did not make sense, so what made this different? Well his **** and now being bathed in light is the main difference. Lord Brighton had never seen any necromancy that activated upon ****, especially ones that ended with a beam of light surrounding the person.

For a few moments, John’s lifeless body was consumed by a bright light until the light was darkened bye some unknown ****. Lord Brighton could make out some shadowy figure in the now dark beam as it seemed to grab a soul and place it into John’s body.

“No! Impossible!” roared the leader of the Order as the beam of dark light receded into the body of the figure in the light. Lord Brighton’s eyes opened wide as the boy he was fighting a moment ago no longer was in the light, but rather a taller man covered in dark armor wielding a runeblade that held an untold amount of power. This power, it’s necromancy! thought Lord Brighton at first. As the power washed over him he realized a subtle difference. No, not necromancy. That’s a crude facade people have used in an attempt to control the power of **** itself. But the power from the sword, that’s the power of **** in its truest form.

“Who are you?! And how do you wield the very power of ****?!” yelled Lord Brighton at the mysterious figure. As he said this, a female figure appeared next to the strange man. “And why does an emissary of **** stand by you?” asked the even more confused Lord Brighton.

“Lord Brighton,” the deep voice of the stranger said, his cold, glowing blue eyes looked into his own.