Revenge

"Are you ready for the world to change?"

"Is it really going to change Demophon? Is it? Or are you just lying again?" asked Oskar in a sad grainy voice as blood poured out of his punctured wounds.

Lady Demophon stood in front of the three True Immortals. Oskar the Unicorn, Garnn the Tulpar, and Lamar the Hippocampus. They stood with their bodies chained and bolted to crosses. A holy matrimony of blood and death.

"You three have served your purposes well as Eiko's servants as my servants. But now it is time for your ends. I have taken the liberty of destroying all of your extra lives."

"What's your plan? You killed Eiko. Ended the whole organization. What are you trying to achieve by doing this?" asked Garnn, his naked body strung up and bleeding.

Lady Demophon walked up to him. A long syringe filled with her blood in her hand.

"I birthed you. I controlled you. You have no right to ask what my plan is. But... I will tell you anyway since you three will be doing me a great service."

"What service?"

She pointed to the ground, as a massive wood-carved map of the world shined in the flowing blood.

"I'll monologue for a sec. A long time ago, I sought to rule the world. So I used my power, the Immortal Necronomicon, and Eiko to do just that. We killed families, countries, nations. And we won, but after a while ruling the world got boring. So I gave my winnings to Eiko, but she couldn't control all the power. So in the end, she crumbled under the power and created the Immortal Horses to rule in the shadows."

"But there's more to the story isn't there?" asked Oskar with a firm grin.

"Yes, yes there is. But again, you have no right to know the rest."

Lady Demophon laid back, her arms tucked in her firm skin-tight business suit. She smiled.

"I liked this little talk of ours. Quiet informative." She sighed, "now free them."

Three people in white robes and white masks appeared from the darkness. They grabbed the three large wooden crosses and lowered them to the ground. They then unchained the three True Immortals and let them go to the open wooden floor.

Lady Demophon pointing her hand at them.

"I want all those other Witches dead. You three are tasked with killing the Mind Witch Bai, and the Ice Witch Olezka."

"But why?" asked Lamar confused by this request.

"Why you ask? Did you not hear what I said earlier? I ruled the world, but I got bored. I'm bored. I'm bored. And the only one to free me is him... Damon..."

She looked at them as if they were stupid and couldn't understand what she was saying.

"What do we get if we succeed? A seat in the Immortals of Olympus?" asked Oskar.

"No, no-no-no-no. I will... Kill you."

"What?!" gasped Garnn.

Lady Demophon sighed again, "I'm bored of having to repeat myself."

Ancient Spell: [Teleport]

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Olezka stood opposite the burning and freezing Damon. He had both his arms crossed, with a face covered in anger.

Damon spoke up in an angered confused mindless rant, "I'm not selfish. I've given more pain to the world than you have given to anything in your life. I fought a demon for a month straight. I carried a sword of ice that didn't even fix the burning. I fought and fought, and you think you've fought more than me? You think you've fought at all..."

Olezka looked out at the blood filed burning city. The dead people everywhere. Thousands and millions dead.

"All for what? What is your goal, Damon? What is all this? This fighting? This death? Is it for immortality? For Aria, Luna? For your sister? Who are you fighting? Who are you really angry at? Me, or yourself?"

"I... I... I..."

"Damon... Damon! Damon... Damon. Why are we fighting? Tell me why? We are the same!"

Damon couldn't speak, he was confused, bound, lost in his own perpetual hate and revenge.

Olezka pulled out a gun.

Bang!

He shot Damon in the stomach. But he healed back in an instant.

"Think Damon, think! Why are you immortal? Why are you so hung up on Aria and Luna? They died, so what? Don't you keep on living? Aren't you immortal? So why do you keep trying to forget that? Why are you so hellbent on being stupid like a mindless dog. Fight for a cause, for what you belive in, not for others."

Damon closed his eyes. The constant pain had become numb to him. His words had become numb to him. Everything had become numb to him. And all that was left inside wasn't love, guilt, resentment, or misery. All that was left was revenge. Revenge for the hundreds of years trapped on this earth. For the death of hundreds, thousands, millions of lives, lovers, friends, family, humans, immortals, witches, gravity witches, creation witches, all people.

He gave up on having a meaning. All he wanted was rage. Rage and rage and rage and rage and rage. Revenge for everything.

Damon broke.

His teapot was flipped, and all the hot boiling water inside poured out.

He ran at Olezka screaming.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

But Olezka held out his bleeding palm calm and collected.

He sacrificed six of his teeth, all of his fingernails, and four of his toes.

"I didn't want to do this to you Damon, but... You wanted this... So here is my strongest spell... I can only hope it will stop you until Aria is dealt with..."

Ice Spell: [Frost Bite]

A small glittering speck of Ice touched Damon's skin. Damon swung at Olezka but he backed up quick enough to dodge the eternal flames by an inch.

Thump...

Olezka fell back onto the blood-filled ground as Damon stopped and looked down at the small ice speck spell on his skin. Its star-like glitter. Its never-ending spread as it slowly spread across his eternal flame-filled skin.

"What is this?"

"Back when I met you I tried to come up with ways to counteract the eternal flames. Then I thought about what Mr. Chain said. How the eternal flames eat away at your own body, creating self-sacrifice. Then I thought about the perfect ice. How it never melted, how it could only be affected by the eternal flames. Then I came up with a revelation. I figured out a way to not just counteract the eternal flames, but to also create a way to kill you. I put millions of small perfect ice shards that don't melt, and then I created my own spell that acts like the eternal flames."

"What?!"

Damon fell back as his chest slowly caved in. He felt his skin cracking and breaking, like endless frostbite. It was like the eternal flames and the perfect ice had joined together to create an even more gruesome pain. He watched as the eternal flames congregated on his left hand dissipated with the spread of frostbite. He then watched as both his arms broke off. He felt his skin pealing, his eyes bloodshot and crying, he started to die.

"But don't worry Damon. You won't actually die. This spell isn't strong enough, it needs a Gift Witch like Mr. Chain to perfect it. I can only create a copy of it. Like a prototype... But still, it'll last for about twenty hours. But since it's you, I'll give it five."

Olezka got up from the bloody ground. He took a step forward in the other direction, but he suddenly stumbled at the first step due to his missing toes. He then turned back around and looked at the crumbling, freezing, and regenerating Damon.

"Damon, it was worth it. My teeth, my toes, my nails." Blood flowed out from those places as Olezka smiled, "it was worth the pain, I hope you can say the same thing one day. I hope you can... I really truly do..."