Luna lay unconscious on Keon's bed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Lydia hovered over her, attempting to revive her with gentle magic. Just as Lydia's eyes began to well up with worry, Keon entered the room with a glass of cold water.
As Keon approached, Luna's eyes snapped open. She gazed at Lydia and Keon with confusion, her expression foreign.
"Luna, are you okay?" Lydia asked, gently petting her back.
Luna's gaze locked onto Lydia, but her response sent chills down their spines. "What is this?" she said in a deep, masculine voice.
Lydia's eyes widened. "Luna, it's us—Keon and I. What's happening to you?"
Luna's face contorted, her body stretching as if possessed. With unnatural strength, she struck Lydia, sending her crashing into Keon.
As they stumbled backward, Luna rose from the bed, her eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity. "I must kill Morvane," she growled in the same male voice. "This transformation's protection won't wear off until then."
Keon and Lydia exchanged horrified glances. The Demon King Hakal had taken over Luna's body, exploiting her psychic powers to immobilize them.
"Ahhh... I can see... (coughing blood) Time's running out," Hakal said through Luna's lips, before striding out of the house.
Lydia and Keon remained frozen, helpless against Hakal's control.
Location: Tylne Lake
Hakal, still inhabiting Luna's body, stood at the edge of Tylne Lake, his gaze fixed on the water. His mission was clear: eliminate Morvane. Killing the elusive target would accelerate his transformation into his own physical form.
A majestic horse stood beside him, its eyes watchful. Hakal's grip on the reins tightened as he awaited his prey.
"Hello, brother," a familiar voice called out from behind.
Hakal turned to face Elijah, his expression twisted into a mixture of longing and malevolence.
"Is it really you?" Elijah asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
Hakal's laughter sent shivers down Elijah's spine. "Not in the flesh, brother. As you can see, I'm...temporarily hosted." He gestured to Luna's body.
Elijah's gaze lingered on Luna's form, confusion etched on his face.
Hakal's body began to falter, his knees buckling. Elijah rushed to his side, concern etched on his features.
"What's wrong, brother?" Elijah asked, supporting Hakal.
"Morvane," Hakal gasped, his voice laced with venom. "He's slowing my transformation. Kill him, Elijah."
As if summoned, Morvane burst from the lake's depths, sprinting toward the nearby forest.
"Ah, no," Hakal snarled, struggling to stand. "He mustn't escape."
Elijah took off after Morvane, his footsteps pounding against the earth. The forest swallowed them whole, leaves rustling in their wake.
Morvane's thoughts raced: the longer he lived, the longer Hakal's transformation would be delayed. Luna's life hung in the balance.
Location: The Forest
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Elijah finally caught up to Morvane, his footsteps pounding against the earth. With a swift motion, he raised the Demon King's sword to strike.
"Time to die, Morvane," Elijah snarled.
But before he could deliver the blow, a fireball hurtled toward him. Rage, having completed his Incursio transformation, had thrown the flaming orb with precision.
The fireball struck Elijah with incredible force, sending him stumbling backward. Morvane seized the opportunity to escape, sprinting toward a nearby thicket.
As Elijah struggled to regain his footing, Rage's wall-like body emerged from the flames, his third eye glowing with intense power. Frost, also transformed into her Incursio form, stood beside him, her ice-made clothes glistening in the fading light. A delicate veil covered her mouth.
"You're no match for both of us," Frost said, her voice icy.
Elijah charged forward, but Frost unleashed an ice blast that sent him flying across the clearing. Before he could even rise, Frost froze his feet to the ground.
Rage seized the Demon King's sword from Elijah's grasp. "This is for Shannon, Skylar, and Kurd," Rage growled, his voice dripping with vengeance.
With a powerful thrust, Rage drove the sword into Elijah's heart. Elijah's body petrified, a sign that his soul had been banished to Hell.
The two Incursio warriors turned toward Morvane, who emerged from his hiding spot.
"Thank you," Morvane began, gratitude etched on his face. "You saved my daughter's life..."
But before he could finish, a blinding light enveloped him. Morvane vanished, teleported back to the lake's edge.
Rage and Frost exchanged a nod, their mission accomplished.
Location: The Tylne Lake side
Morvane materialized, standing before two mysterious, beautiful girls. Hakal, still inhabiting Luna's body, lay writhing on the ground.
"Save me, I'll do anything," Hakal pleaded, desperation etched on Luna's face.
The girls exchanged an enigmatic glance. "We'll save you...in time," one of them replied, her voice dripping with secrets.
Without warning, one girl plunged her hand into Morvane's chest, extracting his heart. Morvane's eyes widened in shock as his life slipped away.
Frost, Rage, Lydia, and Keon arrived on the scene, drawn by the commotion.
"Is that my pet Foxie?" the girl who had killed Morvane asked, gaze fixed on Rage.
"Yes, it is," the other girl replied, "but we must leave now." With a swift gesture, she teleported them away.
Frost's eyes locked onto Keon, her face alight with joy. "Keon! You're alive!" she exclaimed, longing to rush to him.
Rage restrained her, his grip firm. "Wait, Keon doesn't remember us," he cautioned.
Hakal's screams echoed through the air as Luna's body began to contort, bones cracking beneath the transformation.
"Luna!" Keon shouted, struggling against Lydia's grasp.
"Don't go near her, Keon!" Lydia warned.
Luna momentarily regained control. "Keon, it's okay...we'll meet again," she whispered, her voice fading.
Hakal snarled, resuming dominance. "Shut up, idiot!"
As Hakal's transformation completed, his screams ceased. He stood tall, now in his true form.
Keon stumbled backward, memories flooding his mind. "Ahh...help me!" he cried, collapsing onto the sand.
Hakal smirked, adjusting to his new body. "At least I'm not the only one in pain today."
He gazed down at Luna's dress, now ill-fitting on his masculine frame. "Now, where can I find some decent clothes?"
Hakal, now in his true form, gazed at Rage with curiosity.
"Who are you?" Hakal asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
Rage's expression remained stoic. "Someone who's been waiting for you."
Hakal's eyes narrowed. "You're not from around here. How did you know Elijah?"
Rage's gaze flickered with a hint of sadness. "He was killed by my hand."
Hakal's face contorted in rage. "You're the one who killed Elijah? My best friend?"
Rage nodded. "He was no friend to us."
Hakal's voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "You'll pay for what you've done."
With a swift motion, Hakal summoned a wave of dark energy. Rage leapt forward, his Incursio form glowing with intense power.
Lydia and Frost flanked Rage, ready to strike. Hakal sneered, unleashing a barrage of shadowy tendrils.
Frost countered with an ice blast, encasing the tendrils in frozen shards. Lydia followed with a swift kick, but Hakal caught her leg and hurled her across the clearing.
Rage seized the opening, striking Hakal with a flurry of punches. Hakal retaliated with a blast of dark energy, sending Rage stumbling backward.
Lydia recovered quickly, unleashing a flurry of sword strikes. Frost joined the fray, her ice-made sword slicing through Hakal's defenses.
Hakal roared, his power surging. The ground trembled as he summoned a massive dark vortex.
Rage charged forward, his Incursio form glowing brighter. "Incursio Overdrive!" he shouted, unleashing a concentrated blast of energy.
Rage, fueled by his Incursio power, thrashed Hakal, Lydia, and Frost. With a swift motion, he retrieved the Demon King sword, drawing it to him like a magnet.
Hakal, enraged, lunged at Lydia. But before he could strike, a blinding flash of yellow light erupted.
Keon, Lydia's son, transformed, his eight tails unfolding. With incredible strength, he sent Hakal flying.
"Thanks, Keon!" Lydia exclaimed.
Keon's eyes gleamed with a newfound intensity. "I'm not Keon. I'm Karma."
Lydia's eyes widened. "Your memories are back!"
Hakal, recovering, approached Karma. "And who might you be?"
Karma stood tall. "Karma."
Hakal's gaze narrowed. "As in Shannon's baby?"
Karma smiled. "In the flesh."
Hakal's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "And I sense Arcanum powers within you... Are you also Elijah's grandchild? The son of Lydia, Elijah's secret daughter – the one he claimed was his sister?"
Rage and Frost exchanged confused glances, overwhelmed by the secrets unfolding.
Karma nodded. "Yes."
Hakal's smile twisted. "The threads of fate are indeed complex. As I always say:
"'Power is not born from destiny, but from the ashes of those who dare to defy it.'"
Rage's expression turned grave
. "This changes everything. With Karma involved, facing all of you at once would be suicidal." Said Hakal as he glanced down at Luna's dress, still clinging to his frame. "I need clothes. This...thing is an affront to my dignity."
With a dismissive wave, Hakal vanished into a dark portal, leaving the group to process the revelations.
"Keon, what's going on?" Lydia asked, concern etched on her face.
Karma's gaze drifted into the distance. "My past, my powers... everything's coming back. I know what you did mom."
Rage's eyes locked onto Karma. "We need to talk."
Frost nodded. "Secrets aside, our priority remains stopping Hakal."
The scene ended with a sense of foreboding, Karma's true identity and purpose hanging in the balance.
Rage's expression turned thoughtful. "Those two girls... Who were they?"
Frost frowned. "And why did they call you their pet, Rage?"
Karma's eyes narrowed. "I've never seen them before, but their power was incredible."
Lydia shook her head. "I've never heard of anyone controlling Morvane like that."
Rage's gaze drifted into the distance. "I think they're connected to my past... or Shannon's."
Frost's eyes widened. "You think they're from the Ancient Clan?"
Rage nodded. "It's possible. The way they moved, their energy... it felt familiar."
Karma's voice was laced with determination. "We need to find out who they are and why they're involved."
Lydia's expression turned resolute. "I'll help track them down with my Arcanum powers. My divination abilities might uncover some clues."
Rage nodded. "Together, we'll uncover their identity and motives."
Frost's gaze turned icy. "And determine if they're friend or foe."
Karma's eyes gleamed with resolve. "We'll need all the allies we can get against Hakal."
The group fell silent, united in their determination to uncover the truth about the mysterious girls.
Location: Tylne City: The Alley
Hakal leaned against the alleyway wall, eyeing the two mysterious girls with a mix of intrigue and wariness.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," Hakal said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The dynamic duo who's been pulling my strings."
The girls exchanged an enigmatic glance.
"You've kept your end of the bargain," one of them said, her voice husky. "Now, it's time for the next step."
Hakal raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"
The other girl smiled. "You agreed to do anything in exchange for our assistance."
Hakal chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, darling. I think you've got the wrong guy. I don't do 'anything' for anyone."
The first girl stepped closer, her eyes locked onto Hakal's. "You want revenge against Rage and his friends. We can help."
Hakal shrugged. "I can handle my own vendettas, sweetheart."
The girls' expressions remained unreadable.
Suddenly, one girl's eyes turned a piercing white.
Hakal's gaze snapped to hers, his blood boiling with an inexplicable hunger.
"What the...?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
The white-eyed girl spoke, her voice hypnotic. "Come with us, Hakal. Meet the one who will grant your desires."
Hakal's resolve crumbled, his body moving of its own accord. "Fine. But not in this ridiculous dress," he added, glancing down at Luna's attire still clinging to his frame.
The girls' smiles grew wider as they grasped Hakal's arms.
"Come," they whispered in unison.
They vanished into a swirling vortex of darkness.
Location: The Abijah Mansion: Tylne City
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The vortex dissipated, revealing a grand, ornate chamber. Hakal's eyes adjusted to the lavish decor, and he beheld a stately figure approaching him.
"Welcome, Hakal," the man said, his voice resonant and authoritative. "I am Klak Abijah. These are my sisters, Tina and Mina."
Hakal's gaze shifted to the girls, who offered mischievous smiles.
"Please, forgive them if they were...rude," Klak added, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Tina and Mina chimed in unison, "Not at all, brother," accompanied by a soft chuckle.
Klak's expression turned serious. "The Abijah family holds a revered place in the history of Arcanum blood. We are the first Mages to ever exist."
Klak nodded. "Our lineage stretches back to the dawn of magic. We have mastered the arcane arts for millennia."
Tina and Mina exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes gleaming with pride.
Klak continued, "We possess knowledge and power unparalleled in the Arcanum world. And we're willing to share it with you, Hakal."
Hakal's curiosity grew. "What do you want in return?"
Klak's smile hinted at secrets. "Oh, merely a small favor...one that will change the course of history."
Hakal raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The first Mages, you say? How quaint. I'm thrilled to be in the presence of arcane royalty."
Tina and Mina exchanged an amused glance.
Klak chuckled. "I see you're a skeptical one, Hakal. But let me assure you, our power is very real."
Hakal shrugged. "I don't care about your power or your family's history. I want out of this nonsense. Let me go."
Klak's expression turned serious. "You don't understand what's at stake, Hakal. You're a key player in our plans."
Hakal snorted. "Plans? You mean the ones where you manipulate and use people for your own gain? No thanks."
Tina stepped forward, her eyes flashing. "You know nothing about us or our intentions."
Hakal smirked. "Oh, I think I do. All mages died out, or so I thought. Elijah was the last one...and he's dead now."
Klak's smile grew wider. "Ah, Elijah. My protégé. I made him a mage, and he proved to be quite...resourceful."
Hakal's eyes narrowed. "You knew Elijah?"
Klak nodded. "I made him, just as I made you, Hakal."
Hakal's gaze snapped to Klak. "What do you mean?"
Klak's voice dropped to a whisper. "I created the Hell where you became the Demon King. I crafted your destiny, Hakal."
Hakal's face twisted in disgust. "You're saying I owe you? That I'm some puppet on strings?"
Klak shrugged. "Call it what you will. But know this: you're bound to us, Hakal. And soon, you'll realize your true potential."
Hakal's eyes blazed with defiance. "I'll never be bound to anyone. Let me go, or so help me..."
Tina and Mina exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles growing wider.
Klak's laughter echoed through the chamber. "Oh, Hakal. You're going to make this so much fun."