Concerted Reversal Part 13

Chapter 12: Break In/Out

The mandible troopers patrolling the tower were fairly easy to take out, especially when Picky messed with all their equipment. Picky hid his body inside the building and took control of the circuits inside once more. The others slipped in.

Meanwhile inside the concert hall…

Crooked lines carved into the ground formed a ghastly circuit, and in small circles, on pulsating ground were the people who had gone to the concert. The people kidnapped by the World-Will Mandible Cultists. The sacrifices.

The black heart of the person once known as Farn Duelworth was rejoicing. He was the leader of the cultists that had been sent on their current mission. His long black hooked body, so warped by the Alterworld clattered across what had been the stage as if he was dancing. He loomed grotesquely over the prone forms of the prime sacrifices.

Three maidens, adored all.

Finally. Finally we can begin the harvest for our New World!”

The mandible cultists cheered.

In the new world, all will be blessed, not just some, as that vile dragon of the void did! All of us will receive new bodies, all of us will be filled with strength and we shall all be free of weak morality! There will be no division between demi-humans and humans, or even among those kinds! Gazed? Gemchildren? Dustbloods? Even tainted and mockeries! All will be washed away by the New World! With bodies of strength our troubles will end, rejoice for the New World will accept all of us! Rejoice! For the work we do brings the Day of the World ever closer!”

The mandible cultists cheered with fanatical devotion.

Now, begin the…”

All the lights flickered, and the seats of the concert hall, which the cultists had lowered back after the last incident, rose again, once more ruining the circuit of the cultists. A strangled scream issued from the mottled mouth of the Mandible leader.

THIS IS NO ACCIDENT! WHO IS IT? WHO DARES!?! CONTACT ALL SQUADS FIND ME WHO IS DOING THIS!” he roared.

The doors of the concert hall shifted open, and while the troopers were still confused, Ruin’s body ran out towards the stage while the Mandible cultists were still confused!

SEIZE HER! NOW!” the leader screamed.

Bug-like troopers and altered aberrations converged on Ruin’s body, dogpiling her, they were so frantic that they actually ended up knocking out some of their own. There was no way they could have noticed that the body had already broken into molted skin, and thus Ruin and Jojo had the body return to their other body.

While this happened, Luca and Gaddy were sneaking into the hall, crawling amid the still bodies of the kidnapped people. Then, Jojo and Ruin sent a body to distract once more.

The Twin Maiden continued to deceive those wicked cultists, both of her sent the body further and further from the altar of sacrifice, whilst they hid the other from their sight. By this, the Stone Champion and the Drakeling Prince braved the altar under the cover of smoke sent by the Spiral Mystic!

Not knowing aught, the World-Will Apostle, his twisted body filled with hate towards his incompetent servants, was blinded to the presence of the two warriors. The Stone Champion rose as silent as a tombstone, quivering beast of wood in his hand. At last, the Apostle felt there was a matter amiss, but for his vice, he could not defend himself.

The Apostle was sent a distance, his body riven with wound of claw. The Prince didst break free the Featherscale Maidens of Metalsong from their bonds, and stirred them from slumber. There was fear in them, but the Prince’s royal words calmed them even as he commanded them.

I beseech thee, maidens three, sing, sing a song strong enough to wake the dead, loud enough and live enough to stir the sleeping ones from their fel repose! Together with the masses we can seize our salvation!”

The Apostle rallied, raving and screaming for his servants, but they had been led too far way, and the Stone Champion, clad in his armour stood the way before him. All his designs were coming to ruin. He strove mightily against the Champion, but wicked hooks did naught.

It was not for glee that the World-Will spawn had turned the strong away from the grounds of sacrifice, yet they were undone, for the weak had become the strong!

While the Champion did as his wont was, and defended, the three Songmaids were moved by the Drakeling Prince. They began to sing, and the Spiral Mystic carried their voices. It was a recusant song, one to rouse the soul to battle, to stoke the heartflame.

Yet, all was not finished.

You wish to sing? The only song that should echo here is the call of the World-Will!”

A ghostly tenor rippled out from the fingered maw of the Apostle, for once when he was man, he had been a singer himself!

So began a clash of willsong.

Author: SnowyMystic