21 A Case of Hit and Run (1/2)
When Martin had decided to go and check out the meeting place of the winged order, he hadn't expected to uncover a huge conspiracy.
Going on his own without Marcus and Freya perhaps wasn't the best idea after all.
”Why haven't the mistdevil group arrived here?”
”I guess the summoned hero took them out.”
”Is that so.....If he managed to take them out. It would be better not to interfere in his fight between the demon lord.”
”What about the successor?”
”We haven't managed to find enough information on who the Demon Lord has chosen to be his successor. It seems like he just popped out of nowhere.”
”Currently let us try to infiltrate their ranks, we can release those lunatics of the flying eye onto them.”
”Yeah, if they manage to..ahem. Increase their ranks it might be able to get us more inside information.”
”Tell Shadow that the Lord wants him to be at the Lucifer's graveyard tommorow night, and turn all who come. We will make sure of the rest.”
They were planning a horrendous operation involving raising undead, and there scheme wasn't limited to any one nation. He had to finish his job here and quickly return to the human realm. Nothing was as simple as it seemed.
Martin came early and took position. As he was scoping out the battlefield he could see a silver-haired woman come in.
'Hmm, that must be the infamous ice general.'
He saw the lunatic from the winged order explaining his evil schemes.
That's when he came in.
A cloaked figure hidden in light and shadow.
The familiar voice, the familiar style and that same damned smile.
That familiar smug expression that just made you want to punch him in the face.
When the figure pointed a fingergun at the revenant, Martin had already subconsciously pointed his rifle at the target.
And when the figure snapped his fingers, Martin had already pressed the trigger before he could realise what he was doing.
The bullet accelerated by lightning element pierced right through the skull of the revenant before exploding it into a mess.
Old habits die hard indeed...
Martin could recognise those abyss-like eyes of the cloaked hunter from miles away.
Lucas.
The Prince of Shadows was here.
Martin felt extremely complicated.
What was Lucas doing here? Was he even real and not a hallicunation? What was his endgame this time? Why was he saving the demons? Was he summoned too? Why did he have honest-to-god-bloody-fucking-horns for shit's sake?
Did Lucas want the Anarchists to rise again? And if he did, did Martin want to join him this time?
There were too many questions, but too little answers.
Currently he was holding the title of the hero, the last person in their lives who had held that title was responsibile for the fall of the Anarchists.
How would Lucas react?
Should he go and meet him now?
Then it happened.
Again.
The entire graveyard blew up in explosions, like roses in bloom.
No, that wasn't it.
He heard the unmistakable voice of a lunatic telling them to taste his EXPLOSSSION.
Martin's hands started shaking.
He had just gotten a glimpse of Lucas when.....
The scene was too bloody similar to what he had seen when their base self-destructed.
All he could do was watch on helplessly from a distance when everything blew up in explosions.
Martin took a deep breath-
”Fuck You Vincent!!!!”
”Just go to hell or something!”
”Senseless Asshole, I know its you. The next time I see your stupid face, i am going to punch you so hard!”
He damn well knew that this stupid explosion addict was none other than Vincent. It was too much of a bloody coincidence to be anyone else.
Lucas was already here, why not Vincent too.
Nothing made bloody sense anymore.
No one else would be as dense and ruin a moment.
Martin decided to swiftly leave the scene.
There was too much of a commotion, the demon corps would arrive soon anyways.
More importantly, he needed time to think.
Too much had happened in too short of a time span.