Purple Man

A woman sat in a dark room. Her black suit. Long black pants. Her blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked at the naked man in front of her. His purple skin, melting to the touch.

She stuck out her hand, commanding for him to come closer, to gaze into her beauty, to worship her.

He got on all fours and slowly started to crawl. He crawled and crawled, the chain around his neck dragging along the cold wooden floor. His purple skin, melting and melting, turning to blood, to mush, to dust. Then again, back again.

He was a man blessed to live forever, to be immortal. But he was also cursed. Cursed with the skin of a devil, poised with a poison of infinity, to forever cast his death upon anyone who touched him.

He touched the woman. His hands up against her black heels, against her perfectly suited black pant legs, across her waist, her thin stomach, her white shirt, her chest, her breasts, her arms, her neck, her head. He poisoned her, but the woman stood undamaged, uninjured.

"Lady Demophon," he called out to the woman. "You are the only one I am able to touch."

She rubbed her hand along his face. Her blank blue eyes, staring with an uncertain look, like she was always in thought, mindless, numb. She leaned forward and kissed the purple man on the head.

She whispered into his ear, "her time is up. Her favor is to be repaid. Kill the woman named Eiko."

The purple man smiled, his naked body up against her.

She pushed him to the floor.

Thump...

Rattle...

Rattle...

She grabbed tight to the chain around his neck, forcing him to the ground, on all fours, like a dog.

"But do not kill the man named Damon. No matter what."

"Yes, Lady-"

She leaned back with her heel pressed against his forehead.

"Yes, Lady Demophon!"

Ancient Spell: [Teleport]

Zwip-

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The Purple Man disappeared, then suddenly reappeared outside the Immortal Horse's HQ building.

He was surrounded on all sides. Twenty men in orange suits. They were known as the Royal Guard of Mr. Chain. And each one looked scary. With their buff and tough outer appearance, with a deadly gaze. They slowly turned to the Purple Man, in confusion, in shock, in bewilderment at his sudden appearance.

"Who are-"

Crunch!

The Purple Man bit off his ring finger and spat his blood across the open air. The droplets landed on five of the twenty Royal Guards.

They turned purple.

"Ahhhhh!"

"This pain!"

They melted and turned to purple mush.

The Purple Man then turned to the other fifteen remaining Burn Witches.

"Who's next?" he asked with a smile on his flat purple face.

The fifteen Royal Guards extended out their hands and simultaneously cast a wave of orange flames on him.

Burn Spell: [Flame Tsunami x15]

Fwoooosh!

But the flames didn't kill him. He just stood still letting the orange flames stick to his back. Letting the orange flames turn his skin to ash, to smoke, to dust, to death. He let his skin carry the poison across the air, into a cloud of purple smoke.

"Ahhhgguauua!"

"What is... This!"

"My throat!"

"I can't feel my skin!"

"Auuuughhghghg!"

The fifteen remaining Royal Guards all turned purple. They fell back, clawing at their rashed skin, their mushed arms and bubbling soars. They all breathed in the purple smoke and died from the inside to the outside, collapsing in front of the burning Purple Man.

"Now to find Eiko," he said entering the HQ building without any hesitation.

---

On the twentieth floor. Damon and Aria left the room where the Immortal Necronomicon was being kept.

"Did you get it?" asked Olezka to Aria as he leaned up against the wall his arms tucked in.

"Yes. But it's been more than ten minutes. We should get going!"

"The exit should be over this way," pointed Olezka.

They walked through the halls. Past the slow regenerating immortals and dead workers. They killed all the Sorcerers and civilians they came across.

No mercy, no weakness, only death, and revenge.

They reached a corner-

Step...

Step...

The three turned down the hall, Aria holding the Immortal Necronomicon in her arms.

They saw a woman in a red robe staring at them. A woman who they recognized immedaitly to be Miss Eiko.

She said in a tired smirk, "I knew you would come here. You're after the Immortal Necronomicon aren't-"

She saw that Aria already had it in her grasps.

"I see... Aria you sly dog."

"What do you want Eiko! You don't have any soldiers with you anymore. We took out everyone on this floor. So now you're all alone. And we have enough firepower to take you out this time," threatened Aria.

She laughed, "it doesn't matter Aria. I'm already as good as dead. And she's on her way... Actually, she might already be here. Who knows? But the end for the Immortal Horses has already started. And that Immortal Necronomicon... Hahaha... It's useless. That thing can't be destroyed."

Aria and Olezka both looked at each other, then turned back to Eiko with confused questions.

"What do you mean?"

"We've already tried. Why do you think there are only ten Necronomicons left on earth? Why do you think the Immortal Horses are so feared? There used to be a world filled with countless different Necronomicons and Witches. They called it the dark ages. But once the dark ages ended we destroyed the other Necronomicons and killed off all the other families who didn't ally with us. And yes, I even tried to destroy the Immortal Necronomicon, but I failed."

"What?"

Aria looked down, she looked at the skin, the head wrapped cover, its spine. She looked at Damon.

He looked back at her, he turned to Eiko.

"How did you destroy the others then?" he asked wanting to know how he could possibly end his own life.

"Hahahaha! What is this? I thought we were enemies? Now your asking me questions?"

"Just answer it Eiko!" pissed Aria.

"Fine fine... I guess I don't really care anymore, so I'll tell you. You see, back in the day, there was a Soul Necronomicon. And we used a Soul Witch to use their powers to turn a person with the Gift into a soul blade. We then used this soul blade to cut the Necronomicon, shredding them until there was none left. We called this blade the Spathí Dórou."

"Spathí Dórou?! Where have I heard that name before?" pondered Olezka.

"Silly Ice Witch. You don't even know your own past... The Ice Witches helped us create it. But none of that matters anymore. I'll just give you all some advice before I head out." She pointed up to the ceiling, "head to the roof. There should be a helicopter waiting up there. You all can take it and get out of here. Aria... I..." She smirked, "Aria, I've always loved the way you worked. The way you acted. Fought. Always with that determination, that seething revenge. You reminded me of when I was younger."

"You make me sick!" replied Aria still pissed off.

Miss Eiko laughed as she pulled out a small vial of a mysterious blue liquid.

Smash!

She smashed it on the concrete floor.

Poof!

A cloud of sparkling blue dust expanded across the hallway, engulfing Miss Eiko.

"Watch out!"

Damon quickly grabbed Aria blocking the cloud from reaching her. But Olzeka just stared at it. Watching as it flooded the hallways, and as it engulfed him as well.

"It's fine Damon. That won't kill us. It's a special weapon. A genetically made self-induced nanobot poison..."

He walked further into the blue cloud as Damon let go of Aria.

"I've researched it before as a way to kill Immortals, but I never thought it could be fully developed."

"But why isn't it killing us?" asked Damon as she took a deep breath of the poison.

"It can't kill us because it's a specifically made poison only made to kill Eiko. And Eiko only. Like a suicide pill, but strong enough to kill her. It's her last way out instead of relying on Eternal Flames or Perfect Ice."

"So she's gone?" asked Aria.

"Not dead, but long gone..."

---

Downstairs on the tenth floor. Luna stood on the opposite end of a long dark hallway. A Purple Man stood staring at her. His melting hands dripping with poison.

He smirked.

"What a beautiful lady. But not as beautiful as Lady Demophon!"

Luna held out her right arm.

"You're creepy!" she screamed as he started running at her.

Step...

Step...

Mr. Chain walked up from behind Luna.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and gently moved her out of the way.

"Wha- Who are-"

Burn Spell: [Erupted Explosions]

Pop-pop-pop-crackle...

Boom!

An explosion hit the Purple Man directly. He was blown back, his limbs split apart, separated, and shattered into a million pieces. The windows across the hallway shattered revealing the open morning city skyline ten stories up.

"Who was that?!" asked Luna as she looked up at the taller Mr. Chain, his orange suit covered in blood.

The Purple Man slowly rose back up from his grave. His arms and limbs slowly regenerating.

"That's a special Immortal Soldier. He's slow at healing, but he has a second ability. I'm guessing his skin's not good to touch."

Mr. Chain extended out his hand.

"Grab onto me, I'm getting a bad feeling about this."

Luna grabbed onto Mr. Chain, "ok...?"

He looked out the window. The Purple Man's arms and legs slowly came back together. He looked at Mr. Chain.

"Fuckin anomaly!"

He spat his purple blood at him from the other end of the hallway.

But Mr. Chain extended out his right arm.

Burn Spell: [Heat Wave]

Fizzle...

The blood dissolved before it could even get close to him.

"Flames... Flames... I hate you special anomalies! You Gifted Witches..." He stood up from the ground, "your Mr. Chain... So you broke the alliance..." He started to snicker, "heheheh... Lady Demophon will praise me with your death!"

He ran at them.

Whooosh!

Mr. Chain jumped out the shattered window with Luna on his back.