Black and Blue
Standing at the nape of Point MacKenzie looking past the Knik Arm bay. While looking down at the port of Anchorage, Alaska seeing the burnt-out husks of warehouses, buildings, cars, and ships. I can not help but muse that the people of Alaska did not go down without a fight. Seeing the bodies of human, reanimated, and bipedal Xenomorphs laying across buildings; packed tightly in the streets signs of military equipment strewn around. Closing my eyes and listening in I can hear the shuffling of feet thousands, tens of thousands. Beyond that, I can hear the shrill cries and chitters of Xeno's below the ground and in the building.
Reaching out with my magic I can taste the death in the air. Along with that feeling I can feel the Ocean. Stepping into the knee-deep water I do the same ritual I have been doing for the last few weeks. A slice of the arm's blood in the water connects to the land, and then the familiar rush of information. Only this time I get Blue and Black mana. Blue forms the vast and temperamental Ocean. Black from the 310,456 deaths that happened here. I can feel both mana types trying to grab my attention reaching out randomly I happen to pick black.
The moment Black mana hits me I take a shuddered breath. Feeling the deaths wails, and unwilling spirits all around the city as information come to me; starving as if it is a bear fresh out of hibernation. Black can be described as every single Edge Lord's wet dream and be boiled down to one quote "Look out for Number One". The essence of black is to see one's ego. To be one with the Black mana you need to discard all obligations you may hold. All obligations, but not one to gain power at any cost. Black can be no less than the only one supreme. No rules in life but power. Reaching further down into the dark abyss swirling around me.
Black Magic can take away anything and everything. All manner of mundane resources such as life, and flesh are for the Blacks to take. With the power of Black magic Life force is just rocks on the side of the road and picked up just as easily; discarded and handed out just the same. Will-power can be taken; horrors can be brought. Twisted abominations in the flesh of your enemies' loved ones, and the Nullification of anything and everything. With enough time and preparation, Black rules all.
The feeling of Black Magic takes a decent amount of time to settle down with its message delivered it rests inside of me feeding the excess energy to my home. Chuckling a little I can not help but shake my head at the information Black is feeding me. The so-called 'Virus' was supposed to be nothing but a bio-engineered cold. It seems whoever made it added a few surprises. Ebola nasty stuff there, and a little bit of the Black Plague for good measure.
Feeling a tug at the magic I look to my left down the shore and see a few hundred of the Reanimated heading toward me. Cracking my neck I decided to test out Black for a bit. Pondering what I should and could do with a few hundred reanimated corpses; flashes of insight at the forefront of my mind I remember a Magic Card from my past life. I smile and gather the Black and the absurd amount of Green mana I possess and turn it into a fog of the darkest mist I have ever seen and gently push my palms toward the Reanimated.
Closing my eyes and hearing all of the Reanimated enter the fog. I can feel the connection toward them as they are broken down into reusable parts. Making a pulling motion and dragging the fog back to me along with the meat, bones, and organs of the dead. I start surrounding myself with the new crafting materials I start sculpting. Shaping a humanoid body but titanic in proportions. After sculpting out of the reaming bone and stomach acid I make a Mace that is dripping a foul-smelling black substance.
Opening my eyes I look down at my newest creation and start adding mana and abilities. A defensive fog of death gives him a slowly billowing fog where anything that enters starts to decay, and the closer you get to him the faster the process. All the while he absorbs the flesh being decayed. I decided to add the ability to regenerate for most wounds using the absorbed flesh. Feeling over the mana I have left I decide to give him another ability spawn using absorbed flesh he can create his army of relatively weak zombies. As long as he has flesh he will be almost impossible to kill.
Giving one last push of mana into him I watch as his flesh wriggles around and finally he stands with a jolt. He gets to his feet with a thud as his feet impact the ground. I give a low whistle as I watch the almost twenty-foot-tall titan in the crude shape of a human stand lumber around clumsily. Ash grey skin pulled tight across his muscles. Nodding my head at his form I am pleased to see him in form. Silent as a grave he starts twisting his wrists and his body he seems to get into the hang of his form. Waiting for him to finish getting used to his new body. After a few more moments he looks at me or more to be precise the nine-foot-long mace laying beside me. Looking at me for permission I smile at him and nod my head and step to the side.
After practicing swinging the mace he looks over at me waiting for orders. Thinking it over I look over Anchorage. Pointing toward the city "Clear out all of the dead and Xenomorphs. If you find anything of value bring it onto that ship over there." I point to an empty cargo ship. While I speak I send images of jewelry, guns, books, and a random assortment of goods I do not need but want.
Going over what I sent him he grunted. "Also leave the alive humans alone if you would please. Do not need anything from the and they would nine times out of the shoot first ask later." I watch as they started walking toward Anchorage. Thinking it over I wonder If I should send Moose-man. I nodded my head and opened a portal I see him hop out and look around with a Moosie grin on his face. Giving him a pat on the side giving a low chuckle. "Go have fun" After giving him the same message as Titan. 'Need to work on naming everything.' I hummed a low tune as I watch them take off.
Figuring I should go ahead and connect to the blue mana that has been waiting patiently all the while. Blue hues start filling my vision as I feel the bond form into place. Whereas Green and Red are like sugar-addled kids. Black is like an Edge Lord. Blue prizes knowledge, the world is an opportunity. Delving below what is commonly seen is what gives life its meaning. Blue is opposed to red because Blue focuses on thinking and strategy, while red focuses on freedom of action. Blue wants the world to be full of thought and controlled by logic, free from emotions, while red prizes personal freedom and passion. Blue sees emotion and personal freedom as a hazard to the controlled world it wants and plans to destroy red before it causes permanent damage.
Blue disagrees with green about the nature of change, and that Blue is obligated to shape the universe. Green sees artificial change as an affront to nature and highly presumptuous. Blue sees green's resistance as immovable and non-progressive. Blue may seem to exhibit green traits, instead of Blue's attitudes, but are in reality more closely related to the mysterious depths and tumultuous nature of the ocean than the cyclical and tranquil nature of forests.
Blue can counter spells, and the signature move of Blue is "stealing," which takes the form of gaining control of opponents, and their spells. Forming of Illusion that may seem to turn your imagination into reality. Blue is also the color of a shape-shifter, being able to take the form of others.
Going over the information I have been presented with I decide to grab the blue mana that is swirling around me and focus inside of me. Looking down at my hands I watch as they turn from the now familiar claws into unfamiliar hands. Feeling a wave of tiredness wash over me I barely open a portal beneath me. Landing on my bed I decide to sleep it off.
A/N: Been waiting on him to change back to human. For everything I do, I usually roll a d20 to figure out what he is going to do next including what he would make and fight. Also, the worlds are mixed and matched. Hope you enjoyed the chapter thanks for reading. Please if you see any misspellings and grammar errors make it in the chapter once and a while I will go back and fix my mistakes. Thanks again for reading.
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