Army Summon

Oz was curled up in the corner, his eyes shut tight. The chaos around him was too much. He was scared and cold. He didn't want to be there. He opened his eyes. 

He saw as the five he met earlier, people that were strong enough to kidnap him, were being bodied by this small army of aggressive men. He saw Two reach out to him, almost as if he was asking Oz to help. Oz shut his eyes again. 

He heard the fighting continue, but told himself he was not going to open his eyes again. He was going to stay safe and hidden. Then he heard Four yell.

"What are you even doing? Aren't you supposed to be more powerful than we are? One is out cold. We need your help!" 

Oz shuddered. "If you hadn't kidnapped me, we wouldn't even be in this situation at all." He thought angrily. He got up from his corner. Four was right, he should be fighting. He shouldn't be scared of some men. He was a god.

He walked into where Four had settled in an attempt to heal his injuries. "I'll fight." Oz said. He was beginning to step into his role as Aysel. He pressed a cold palm against Four's burning forehead. "Lend me your power, Oh child of the night." Four looked at Oz bewildered. Four felt his body glow with a cool light, his injuries fading and his senses coming back to him. Oz stepped back and smiled. "Now it's my turn to fight."

The intruders had now turned their attention towards Oz. "Hey her!" One of them yelled. "For the last fucking time, I am not a her!" Oz roared in response.

Oz lifted his head to the sky. The full moon glowed through the window in the basement. Barely conscious of what he said, Oz spoke. "Come my men, my most loyal subjects and warriors. Upon our enemy do descend and rain ruin upon the heavens."

These words were uttered with such conviction that even Oz had a hard time believing he had said them. There was a blinding flash of light. The window shattered and the ceiling of the basement, and seemingly everything above it, were ripped clean off. Brilliant white knights were gracefully falling from the sky. They glowed with starlight, glittering and scintillating under the shine of the moons rays. Against the dark background of the now starless sky, the starkly contrasting figures made for a menacing sight. It truly was a view to behold.

"Shit," Oz thought. "Azzie said not to do this on my own. Well whatever it's too late now." Oz had bigger things to worry about other than Asmodeus and his rules.

"Now that the gang's all here, it's time I get serious. Take care of them while I summon Jericho and Aphra." Oz chuckled at his display of power. He had never felt so grand in his life.

The three of his kidnappers that were still conscious looked upon him in awe and respect. Four was close to sobbing, Five was wrapped in her jacket staring up at Oz, while Two whistled to himself in surprise.

His summon was a good 45 men strong, and according to Asmodeus, it would only get bigger with experience. They could easily get rid of the mere fifteen intruders, but Oz had made it very clear that he wanted to deal the finishing blow.

His kidnappers were so fixated on the fight, they did not even notice Oz summon his tools. The silver reflective cloak fell around his shoulders gracefully. It seemed to fit better than the first time he had tried it. The scythe fit his hand perfectly, now seeming smaller against his body. Maybe he had grown.

The work of his celestial army had left the intruders on the ground. Many just lay there as a form of surrender, few others attempted to stand back up to keep fighting.

"Oblido." Oz whispered barely audibly, passing his hand in a circular motion in front of his chest.

The men who were standing fell back to the rid knees, crushed under an invisible force that kept pushing down harder and harder. Many were crying out, but Oz did not let up.

"Distruggendo."

That word he left his mouth not long ago, leading him to the destiny's was meant for. He had felt so guilty saying that little word just a short time back, but now he said it with such ease, such conviction.

His attackers froze. Their cries and pleas for help went quiet. He saw that telltale black ooze coming out of the eyes of many of them. Some of them simply clawed at their necks, begging for air. Their faces grew redder and redder, until their heads exploded.

"Pop!"

Oz laughed. In the midst of all the blood and flesh, two of the intruders were cowering, still alive.

"I left the two of you alive to share with your big boss what happened here today. Tell them to stop sending men after me, or nobody's making it home. Go on now. Wouldn't want you to get home late."

Both men took off running. One man was injured, limping in front of the second man. The latter shoved the limping man into the wall, desperate to escape.

A dry giggle left Oz's mouth. "On second thought, one message boy is enough." He said. He swung Jericho. In the blink of an eye, the running man had lost his head. "Now run along, you invalid. Go!"

The injured man ran and did not stop nor look back until he was out of sight of the basement.

It had been 7 minutes since the fighting began.

Oz was angry. The anger was boiling over, pouring out of him more than it was before.

"What I said earlier still stands. I will not be helping you, nor do I want anything to do with any of you. I helped you out of fear for my own safety, not out of any feelings of obligation to help you. Don't come near me, my friends, or my school agin. Next time I will kill you. I've come to terms with what I am. That's not good news for you, since now it's only upwards for me."

It was true. Oz had finally accepted his true nature. He was a god, and a powerful one. He was allowed to be ruthless and merciless and arrogant sometimes. He was allowed to think he was bigger and better than everyone else. For the first time in his life, he was bigger and better, and he was going to savor that feeling.

Oz felt his knees go weak. The use of his army summon technique exhausted him to the max. He pointed at the group of his kidnappers, who remained too scared to say a word.

"I won't kill you this time, so one of you give me a ride back to school. Asmodeus is probably worried sick."

Then Oz passed out.

(sorry for the little hiatus, I hope the long chapter makes up for it a little. I finished all my end of year testing. we should be back for an every other day update schedule. thank you for your patience. i love all 2000 of you)