1313 Cemetery Way 14 This Power's Name is Lineage!
1313 Cemetery Way 14
This Power’s Name is
Lineage!
“Hello there! How did you get into this place… No
matter! Slipping into darkness, your
fear will echo here. Three by three your
challenges be, is it all just a dream, will you die here, or will you obtain
your hopes and banish your fears? Fear
echoes as ripples in a pond remember this as you awake. The darkness has found you what will you do? John Ravenwood defied Death huh! Just a warning John he may catch up to you
here. In dreams we play but where do dreams come from, this is the
realm of nightmares.”
“It’s bad
enough I am facing this… this thing, now I have to deal with creepy disembodied
voices too!? And, that poem,
really!?” John was still holding back
the beast with its scythe, the landscape was as bleak as a desert except for a
far off distant light what was it. He
could not help but wonder. But he had
other more serious things to deal with right now that thing has friends and
they were closing in fast. John jumped
back just in time to avoid a glancing blow but the force of the wind displaced
cut his cheek. “Survive this John Ravenwood
you must…”
At John’s
bedside Gustav scrambled in horror as he saw the cut form on John’s right
cheek. It was clear something was
happening but what? Gustav desperately
tried to awaken him but it was to no avail John’s spirit was far away facing
what could be his greatest challenge.
These sorts of things are the very fabric of nightmares and they had
claimed many souls throughout their existence.
“Margo said
I had three choices. Why would she… That creepy poem, land of nightmares was
right”
Looking from side to side John had
decided. In his heart he knew he had to
win no matter the cost. Slowly and
firmly he dug his heals into the dirt below.
One by one he took steps forward forcing the wraith back and with one
last push he threw it. As the creature,
wraith or whatever it is flew back it lost control of its scythe. Which as it spun by John’s left side narrowly
missing him.
He wasted no time in breaking
away. Quickly he ran toward a stand of gnarled
looking trees. It was here he spotted
what looked to be fields. Much like
fields of Corn or Cotton but something was off.
The thing which had viciously attacked him had friends… lots of
friends. They were all swinging their oversized
scythes at a group of strange bubble like objects which seemed to randomly
spawn from the ground. As John took deep
panting breathes he sat pondering the question for several minutes until he
noticed an entirely different type of creature this one was holding… “No way!
That thing is holding a dream catcher…
What the Hell!? Just how hard did
Gustav hit me?” John finally looked at
the bubbles more closely “Those are people’s dreams! What are those things doing?” The creatures with the dream catchers were
completely different from the wraith type.
Unlike the wraiths which floated effortlessly these things had under
sized bat like wings on their back which seemed only capable of lifting them
for a short time. In hovering skipping
jumps they moved from severed dream to severed dream. The Wraiths were reeving the dreams and the
muscular gargoyle types were harvesting them.
What kind of nightmarish place is this?
John had no time to even think
about his questions one of the Gargoyle types had landed practically in his
lap. The thing stunk of old death, a rot
that could not be described. It had
tentacles below its nose covering its mouth.
Its eyes burned like fire as it roared in John’s face. The shock of displaced air knocked John
rolling backwards as he came to a stop he took a defensive fighting stance
fully intending to fight to the end. The
creature began to shake violently as it coughed or maybe it was a laugh. Nothing could have prepared John for what
happened next the thing spoke if you can call the sound of a fan belt clunking
around in an engine speaking. “A brave
one huh?! We will eat you, your soul and
all.” Holding the dream catcher firmly
in front of itself it let fly the true horror of its power as a dark beam shot
out of it John dove forward rolling just behind the beast. “That’s going to be a problem!” Rising back to his feet he quickly closed the
distance between him and… before it got another shot off he slide between its
legs kicking the dream catcher high into the air. In seconds he was on the things back ripping
at its wings as it cried out in pain. “Damn
you, you bastard human! How dare you!” No one had ever done something like this; his
actions were completely without precedent.
Unfortunately its cry’s attracted some very unwanted attention as more
like it closed in followed by the wraiths.
As John hammered its head with punch after punch it slowly collapsed to
the ground. As they surrounded him the
final horror revealed itself the largest of them had arrived on the scene and
it was pissed. Calling it a blob of
flesh could only palely describe the bulbous thing. It was large like one walking fat roll but it
gave off such ominous energy the others parted like the red sea as it
approached. The others weren’t just
parting they were in full blown panic trying to get out of its way. John’s mind had slipped back to what the
creepy voice and his sister had said.
There were far too many to fight head on he needed a good defense. Then he saw it there was a narrow gap in a
group of rocks just off to the left of the big one.
Without a thought John made a break
for the rocks. Just as the thing
revealed its true power, it began to inhale and everything was being pulled toward
it even a few of the wraiths were lost to the void. The thing’s mouth was a literal black hole. John had managed to dive through the opening
in the rocks just in time. As he pressed
back against the rock he knew the thing would come for him. As he looked around he saw a path in the
distance realizing that Margo had dropped him through a back door to this
realm. Straight ahead looked like an
ancient burned battlefield with a few more modern renovations like a giant
crater and bullet hole ridden rocks.
There were broken scythes and dream catchers all over that area.
He
needed to act quickly. As he thought
about it he remembered Gustav saying his style of fighting was more defensive
than offensive. “That’s it I need the
ultimate defense an immovable invincible and invisible shield. It must conform to my body and expand to
protect others with its might I am unstoppable.
Shields up bitches here I come!” As
he stepped from behind the rocks a blast from a dream catcher engulfed
him. As the dust settled his outline
slowly took shape. The creatures hung
back frozen in shock never before had a being resisted them like this. Lineage had found a proud new user. This limitless power shackled only by a
beings final thoughts as they took control over it. The tables had turned and John smiled like a
kid in a candy store.
“With this I can help her, with
this we can win and…” More blasts clipped
his right side as the wraiths broke their scythes against what they thought was
his flesh. He stood silently taking
every hit calmly analyzing his opponent’s moves. As one got close enough he attempted to grab
them and was unable too as he drew back for a punch he realized he could do
that but the force was greatly reduced but that did not matter this power was
about defense in the first place with it he could get close enough to
attack. John began his offensive first
he attacked a wraith much like how he had when he first arrived this time
though he wanted the scythe. As he shut
down his barrier he grabbed the scythe.
Quickly his hands grasped it and quickly it was severed from the wraiths
hands by the triggering of his new found shield ability. In the history of these dream demons nothing
like this had ever occurred the scythe began to vibrate violently never before
had a Nightmare weapon been handled by a mortal. John shut down his shield and used the scythe
to cleave the wraith he had stolen it from into torn rags. And, with that move the weapon’s allegiance
had changed. John’s new found power
absorbed it to forever be at his beckoned call.
John then set his eyes on one of the dreamcatchers “I want it, I need
it.”
With his shield surrounding him he
charged the beast. Sensing it was out
matched it tried to flee. The beast was
far too heavy for its wings and could only manage short hops. The tentacles covering its mouth flew upward
as it turned roaring toward John. “Boy
you…” It continued to yell at John as he
charged. As the blast hit him he emerged
on the other side shield down and scythe swinging. In second the air was filled with a black
bloody mist as the body parts bounced along the ground. The dreamcatcher spun like a quarter as it
settled to the ground at John’s feet.
Calmly he picked it up and turned to face his pursuers “I bet you things
have never had your own toys used against you!”
Firmly he grasped the dreamcatcher holding it in front of him “Taste
your own nightmare you bastards!” As the
blast fired off all went white and John found himself alone before a shrouded
man “Hello John Ravenwood it has been centuries since we last met.”
John’s heart skipped a few beats as
the memory surfaced in him. Everyone
knows this man for they are born with him at their side their constant feared
companion. “Hello Death what you did to
Claire was wrong!” “Still Defiant I love
it even if only one third of your total being is here. I met Margo she told me too F’off and
disappeared. Then there is the other
one.” The world around John had stopped,
frozen “What do you want Death?” “John
you and that brother of yours never could resist sticking your noses where they
don’t belong but now you have entered into an entirely different category of
medaling. Do you even know what you have
done? You are now one of the four proud
wielders of a mighty power called Lineage it is a power passed down to you
humans that few are even worthy of. We
had it locked away but thanks to your sister that is no more… Dammit John he
can escape to other worlds now. Claire’s
roll as the pillar of all worlds had been weakening anyway.” John stood staring at him blankly “are you
talking about this daykin character Claire keeps mentioning?” Death looked shocked John knew more than he
thought. “John you should know she knows
these things because of memories that predate you. Claire is the name you gave her. In a time long forgotten she fought alongside
the first wielder of Lineage Assedo and a celestial being named Saphreal. Claire was once a powerful demon before she
reformed as a human. Daykin ripped her
demon form from her and severely wounded Saphreal in the final fight as Assedo
struck what was thought to be a fatal blow.
it was here a renegade from your family did it the seal that formed the
multiverse and forever separated magic from science never understanding that
they are one in the same Magic, it the faith that it works science is the understanding
of how. Hear me now… You two cannot fail this time. I am unsure of what is going on in the worlds
of Assedo, Jeremy and Raven but I do know this they exist under Daykin’s will
Assedo put himself into living death for nothing Daykin lives.”
“You two have other problems
though, your other self can enter the necropolis at will and he can jump the
dimensions without it. He came for Margo
and he will come for you. He has all of
your memories and powers. He left you
with nothing but potential. Take those
with you.” John was still holding the
scythe and the dreamcatcher. Death
suddenly lunged at him grasping his arms I will bond them to you and make them
just like your sword but unlike it I have fused them into your Lineage ability
go forth not as John Ravenwood but as the Lord of Nightmares and bring him to
the dream!”
John sat up so quickly Gustav fell
out of the chair next to the bed.
“Gustav we have to get to Claire and the others they are in
danger!” “Just lay down John you took a
hard hit to the head.” “Dammit man
listen to me there is more than one John Ravenwood, Your friends are in danger
he will kill them.”
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