- Occult of Strigoikirk(The first)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Second)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Third)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Fourth)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Fifth)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Sixth)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Seventh)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Eight)
- Occult of Strigoikirk (The Ninth)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Tenth)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(Grand Finale)
“TEN!” Lonzo shouts the number of Ogres he’s killed and lifts his sword in excitement.
“Crouch.” His comrade warns and shoots the rat faced Ogre with an arrow piercing his heart.
“We can do this, brothers. Stay strong!” Says the commander and Lonzo is pleased but the feeling vanishes when he looks at the arriving army of ogres and trolls. We’re still on the frontline. He challenges himself and stands in his stance. For my friends and my life. With his chest wide, he slices the head of upcoming enemies.
“There are so many of them.” Aaron’s jaw is left hanging after seeing the number of enemies sitting at a corner waiting for their job to be done by the frontlines of their army.
“How will we even win?” He tilts his head.
“This is what it is. Their numbers are of creatures with power but no skills. Our men are warriors. From a dagger to a magical spell we have it all. Look! The ogres and trolls are all dead.” His mother’s eyes are still closed but Aaron knows she is right the moment he glances at the battlefield.
“We’ve won!!!” Lonzo realizes he’s the only one celebrating when everyone else looks at him with a queer look.
“Warrior, it has only begun.” The commander walks up to him and rests a hand on his shoulder. “You’re brave. What is your name, warrior?”
“Lonzo.” He manages to speak from his sweat-drenched helmet.
“Everyone stand at ready, here they come to die. For our families and Lonzo. Yoorah!”
“Yoorah! Yoorah! Yoorah!” The war cry does something, or is it the commander’s touch? Lonzo cannot decide but his adrenaline has increased. The armour is no more heavy, it’s a part of his body, he can move faster; his feet, they feel lighter than before. He raises his sword, but there isn’t one. His sword is replaced by a stick, a polished shiny wooden stick. After a moment’s surprise he realizes what has happened, it is the commander’s stick. He swings it around his body and it leaves behind a trail of star-dust, its halo is calming him.
When the first Balor reaches his ranks, Lonzo is the first to attack. He uses the stick to jump over its flaming whip and clings onto the wings with one hand and brings the stick in position with another. As he prepares to smash the Balor with the stick, its end turns into a spear.
As soon as the edge touches the scales on the monster, it vaporizes to dust. With a surprised laugh he turns and continues his fight, for he is aware that war won’t stop until every side has lost everything at stake.
“Where are we going?” Aaron cannot take the suspense anymore, the queasiness due to the altitude doesn’t help, either.
“Amidst all the havoc the pawns create, their shameless King rests in the solace of his cavern. By his side, the faithful minister whose intellect and power challenge mine. To make you reach out to your father, we’ll have to surpass the minister’s hurdles. Once you meet your father, only you can change the course of war. Only you can talk him out of this or silence him. He trusts you, that’s for sure. And I do, too.” Her lip edges curl up in a pale smile. Aaron realizes what kind of responsibility he has been given, I’ll be the murderer of my own father. One who I’ve never met. The feeling of guilt is making him drown.
“Where is Asher?” He asks, hopefully.
“Asher is helping the battalion, look right there. He’s turned in a Lion.” Again she points without opening her eyes but is still right. Aaron gulps down the guilt and mentally fights the feeling of running away.
“How will we get rid of the minister?”
“That, we’ll have to see.” A nervous laugh escapes her throat.
“The enemy is growing stronger.” Commander turns to Asher, now in his human form.
“And so are we. Enough wasting time with sticks and swords. I want each and everyone to turn into their strongest forms. I’m trusting you, Commander. Fight till your last breath. May the elders be by your side.” With the final greeting he turns into an eagle and flies toward the approaching armies.
Seeing his mentor confide trust in him makes his voice louder when he shouts the last command, “Brothers, the enemy may come from hell to our lands. We are the warriors; We are the saviors and we shall be the one who will send these rodents back to their stinking hell! If they bring fire, we’ll use flame to burn them alive. If they bring water, we’ll drown their filthy corpses in it. Our King has went to defeat theirs. It is our duty to fend off these creatures from our motherland until our last breaths. Come together Warriors, turn into the mightiest and the strongest forms of your existence. We’ll die today but we will make our last stand the strongest. We will bite them, we will chew them and break them to bits. Yoorah!”
As everyone around him turns into an Elephant or a Bear, Lonzo waits with a blank look on his face. To his aid, the commander turns into a Rhinoceros and carries him on his back.
The rising flame from below scares Aaron and the view of the approaching army scares him even more. Aaron knows only one thing, he has to stop his father and stop him fast. At any cost.
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