Curse of the Necromancer

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      “Oh shit…” — Orimura whimpered, writhing from aching pain in the back of his head. — “Where I am?” — blinking his eyes, trying to collect all the vague pictures into one, the master of the sword looked around.       “Where I haven’t been for a long time,” a fuzzy silhouette with glowing eyes appeared. — “The head hurts, doesn’t it?” — sarcastically sang Naiichu, leaning over to the turtle.       “A…?” — Twisting in disgust, the swordsman turned his dim gaze to the silhouette. — “You…” — Orimura fidgeted tiredly, grinning, finally getting a clear outline of the Necromancer. From this, his pupils have already decreased.       “Wow, calm down. Otherwise they will bite you,” the ghost chuckled disgustingly, nodding at the smoke snakes that enveloped Orimur’s body in an instant. — “And you know that you, after these bites, oh how, will not be hello.”       “Nit…” — the telepath snorted, looking in disgust at the pale gray snake that enveloped his hands, squeezing. — “Why the hell did you lock me in the Cloud Void?”       “Do you still remember what this dimension is called?” — Giggled the Necromancer, catching an angry look on himself.       “That’s not what I asked you.” Orimura growled in a lower, harsher voice.       “Which is not patient.” The ghost rolled his red eyes. — “Not you alone,” — was the answer to the question. Finger snap. The body of one of the students of Master Splinter appeared from the darkness. “Oh Gods… Why did he need Raphael? I understand why me, but a little boy…? " — involuntarily flashed into the swordsman.       “What are you up to?” — the telepath darkened, his eyes flashing, jerking forward, but the snakes immediately put their fangs on him, they say, now they will bite. The ghost sharply approached him and looked into his eyes.       Orimura could see him clearly now. How could he have not seen his “teacher” for a long time? But the eyes are cold and look as if into the soul… or even through it.       “Resurrect merself and get in physical shape… And you will help me with this.” — Having said this, the Necromancer abruptly recoiled from his “student” and straightened up, standing up to his full height. The swordsman wanted to ask how they would help him in his plan, but then memories of three hours ago made their way into his memory:       His beloved and adored Dari looks at him with horror, at least trying to manage to dodge his sword. HIS SWORD, damn it. Not from the sword of the enemy, but from HIS. From the weapons of my own husband and the father of children… This is the worst thing.       All these pictures flashed before him eyes, and thoughts got confused, but led to one horrifying result, which, if justified, then you can safely put an end to everything, wherever Naiichu spat, and if not, then the chance to win again will bear sacrifices… Many victims…       “What was that in the material world? What did you apply on me?” — swallowed the swordsman, pulling his neck away from the poisonous fangs of the snake.       “You mean your body?” — the ghost laughed. — “Isn’t it obvious?”       “No…” — the telepath was horrified, realizing from Nayich’s malicious eyes that all his speculations seem to be justified. “You couldn’t! You shouldn’t be able to!”       “And you have not changed… Also, you know everything and guess about everything, but you doubt and doubt yourself…” — brought Naiich’s hands behind his back, pretending to be stern. “Aya-i-i-yay…”       “You couldn’t have mastered such power!” — shouted Orimura, with a noticeable horror in his eyes. — “You would have been torn to pieces by such power, and, first of all, this is your astral body!”       “As you can see, the astral body did not break,” — the Necromancer walked around the cauldron. — “And it even strengthened…”       “Stop…” — the swordsman came to his senses and turned his head to the enemy, who was on the other side of the cauldron. — “Then where the hell is your physical body? And what will you do next when you get it?!” Orimura jerked forward, grinning like a wolf being taken from meat.       The first snake bite on the left finger.       Ignoring the pain, from the fangs pierced skin all the way down to the elbow, the swordsman frowned.       “Especially for you slow-witted, I’ll reformulate the question. Where is your fucking body?”       “How do you talk to your elders, baby sucker?” — red moths appeared in Naiich’s hand, which very quickly began to fly around his hand, creating from them little bodies something similar to spheres. — “Did I teach you that?”       Second bite. This time on the shoulder.       “Shh-shh!” — grinned Orimura, feeling his right shoulder and forearm go numb from the bite. — “Here you are a bastard!”       “Choose your expressions, disciple, or should I say, martyr?” — the ghost smiled honeyedly.       “Joke-minute?” — Orimura snorted and looked at him with displeasure. — “But I am more concerned about something else. Where is your body, what will you do afterwards and why did you disguise your daughter to my family? You thought, what I wouldn’t notice?”       “What?” — Naiich raised his eyebrows in surprise. — “I didn’t disguise my daughter to you… Because she simply hasn’t been in this world for a long time. You’re confusing something.” — confidently and unshakably said the Necromancer.       “No in this world you say…?” — Orimura dropped his eyes and thought. — “How many years?”       “Somewhere five or six… Maybe more…” — the ghost thought uncertainly. — “From the moment you went to the Dimension of Monsters, imprisoning me, just in the Voids of the Clouds. Now you understand why I am so well oriented here?” — The Necromancer deliberately moved away from the question about his body.       “Quite like the fact that your daughter is alive and from the moment we arrived from the Monster dimension, she is with us,” Orimura chuckled, making the ghost darken and almost merge with the surrounding dark environment, whispering all the time:       “It can’t be!”       “But it is.” Orimura felt his throat go numb from the venom of the cloud serpent. — “And she pretended to be one of my daughters… Kgh!” He dropped his head abruptly and coughed, gasping for breath. After all, the poison began to penetrate and atrophy the lungs, which became more difficult to breathe, and the throat ached. Of course, because of his pride, he did not want to show that the poison works badly for him, but alas, not in this dimension, where snake venom is almost 300 times more toxic.       Only the eyes of Naiich gleamed out of the darkness, who followed every torment of the swordsman, if it were not for the information said above about his daughter, then in these two rubies “floating” in the dark, there would be pleasure from the sight of torment, and not thoughtfulness, as if saying: “ Is it worth further just watching or stopping the action of the poison? “…       At that moment, Orimur’s temperature rose sharply and he no longer coughed, but sickenedly swallowed air with his mouth and seemed to be a little delirious. Red eyes flashed sharply with rage and there was a quick, instant growl. Naiichu put his hand on his student’s neck and the wreaths on it pulsed with a silvery color. The necromancer pierced one of them with his sharp fingernail…       Nobody dared to speak, and therefore, there was deathly silence. De-Milo’s house was not full of laughter and liveliness, everyone sat quietly, sullenly staring at one point, trying to digest everything that happened three hours ago.

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      Leo and Olivier on the living room couch. They looked… I can’t describe how gloomy. The leader stared into the dark TV screen. His gaze was distant and heavy, like Raf’s. He was clearly now in some kind of parallel reality of his, and he plunged into it so much that he did not notice Oliver sitting next to him, who menacingly looked at his sword, rubbing it to a shine with such displeasure that his hands sparkled, and the wreaths and eyes pulsed purple. Lara drew circles behind the sofa, walking with a gloomy, pensive look and, surprisingly, was silent.       In the kitchen, Venus was winding circles around the table, assessing the situation and coming up with safer ways to return her father and the rebel, or rather only her father, she completely forgot about Rafa. Why would she want him if Leo is right here and now on the couch?       Disgusting thoughts about where they were and what happened to them crept into my head.       “Ay…” — the younger squeaked from time to time, blowing tears from her eyes. Yes, they patted her tightly.       “So,” — drinking another glass of sedative, put her hand on the head of Dariyas. — “They saved one, but lost two… Damn Naiichu…” — a deep breath and exhale.       “Mom, calm down. I have no more sedative,” Tully glanced quickly at her mother, bandaging Emly’s broken head. Don fumbled beside, counting Tully’s supplies and expenses for his sister, while giving her what she needed.       “If only…” — the words of the daughter of Dariyas passed deafeningly. “But what did he mean by 'Blood…'?” — resting her chin on her hand, made the clever girl breathe deeply from Dariyas’s hopelessness. Oh yes, for the second hour the mother remembered the last words of her husband and tried to figure out what he meant.       “You should know this, I do not understand this, even though I look like you the most.” — cut off Tali’s bandage and with a quick but neat movement, put it on Emly’s cut, starting to wrap her arm.       “But…” — the mother thought and began to walk back and forth across the laboratory along the table, — “if this is what I am thinking about now, then everything is very bad…”       “Straight deadly?” — the youngest raised her blue frightened eyes to her mother. Dariyasa looked at her and froze for a couple of seconds, realizing that she had said her thoughts out loud. What should she tell her daughter now? That she really doesn’t know what to do? And even if she does, she does not know how to use it, because she has never had to deal with such powerful and dark magic. Her husband may do it, but he is now, goddamn it, where, and he himself fell under the influence of dark forces.       “We will die?” — the blue-eyed girl mumbled in a trembling voice, almost crying. — “Are we going to lose? we get there again…?”       “No,” — Dariyasa smiled and went up to her daughter, stroking her head. — “Everything will be all right, and in general, where do such gloomy thoughts come from? How can we allow it?”       “That’s it, Emly,” — the clever girl sat down on the couch and looked a little indignantly at the younger one. — “Do not carry a blizzard! Even if we die, you will live. We will definitely not allow you to die.”       “Cheered up your little sister,” Jakana laughed, suddenly appearing in the aisle. — “Have you thought about how she can live after such a loss?”       “Um…” — she turned her eyes to Jack and immediately lowered her head, thinking about his question.       “Eh,” — Jack bit his lip a little, thinking that she was about to cry. After all, Lara said that the purple-violet bandage is quite a gentle person, if we are not talking about science. — “Sorry, it seems that was a little rude…” — an uncertain, ridiculous smile appeared on his face.       “Nothing, everything is fine…” — the brown-eyed looked up at him. — “I really didn’t think so.”       “So, young man,” Dariyasa frowned a little and looked at him, standing up straight. Of course, she was shorter than his head, but still Jack felt insecure from her stern appearance. — “I would like to talk to you a little closer and learn more about you.”       “Maybe not so officially,” — Jack smiled absurdly, but from the gloomy look of the woman, his smile disappeared instantly. — “I am Jakana, and-or just Jack,” the guy swallowed nervously, it seemed to him that he had shrunk to a mile in size, and she became huge and now it will burn him to hell with her gaze.       “Very nice, let’s go to the kitchen and there I’ll ask you a couple of leading questions.” — Mother smiled a little and walked quickly into the kitchen.       “Already frost on the skin…” — he shuddered. — “Here is a creepy mother, however…” — the red-eyed mumbled under his breath when Dariyasa passed him.       “I heard everything, actually,” — the mother looked askance over her shoulder at the newcomer, saying it coldly, like a killer who has played enough with his victim, from which the guy shuddered… And in the background there was a quiet laugh of the younger sisters…

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      “So,” the ghost snorted, looking at the finger just removed from Orimur’s neck that had this silvery liquid on it. Naiichu appeared to be dissatisfied with action. — “How did you even understand that this is my daughter? Where did you get that, puppy?”       “For example,” the swordsman breathed heavily, spitting. — “The fact that the same energy comes from her as from you. Plus, she wants to kill someone… More precisely, she wants to kill your son. I read this in her thoughts before going to bed…”       The necromancer glanced sideways at the swordsman, who was somehow moving away from the heat and breathing heavily. If this is true as he said, then…       “Which of your daughters is my daughter pretending to be?” Naiichu slowly lowered himself face to face to the telepath.       “Oh-oh-oh,” he drawled mockingly. — “I have to ask you that, dad. You can’t recognize your own daughter. Aya-ya-yay” — now the swordsman decided to joke. — “Exactly, you are without a physical body. What? Lost half of your abilities, including feeling similar to yourself?”       “Shut up!” The necromancer was furious at these words and growled in Orimur’s face. — “Otherwise I’ll feed you snakes!”       “What is it? Have I hurt your fatherly feelings that don’t exist? " — the telepath laughed and, exhaling, leaned on the cauldron. — “You yourself wanted it, have you forgotten?” — After a moment, Orimura became serious and looked with condemnation at the former owner, who was now not childishly angry. “We got along so well, even though we have a 20 year age difference, but no.”       “Shut your mouth!” — out of control, the Necromancer struck the swordsman with an energy sphere in the heart, speeding up his pulse. — “What do you even understand?!”       “After you betrayed and turned his back on us at an important moment,” the telepath raised himself on one elbow, gathering his will and pride into a fist. — “You have lost my “you” forever. And I am extremely interested, what I do not understand, besides the fact that you are just a moral bastard?”       “What the hell are you talking about?! This was not!” — this was the last straw for the Necromancer. Spheres with enough energy were already formed in his hands to knock out Orimur once and for all, which he did. He directed these two streams at him, spitting even on the fact that if he gets into the cauldron, then the measurement will be blown into atoms and then the balance in all worlds will be disturbed. Orimura was already prepared to take the energy into himself, just to keep the balance between the dimensions, but…       BRAND?!       The necromancer stopped a millimeter from Orimur’s chest, realizing where he was looking. Immediately hiding the sphere in his long kimono sleeves, he turned away, hiding his neck under his long hair.       “What the…” — the swordsman somehow turned his tongue, twisting, but his face immediately became cold. — “Why did you stop?”       “What’s the point if I need you for a business?” — said the Necromancer through clenched teeth, trying to calm his anger. — “I just remembered that you can…”       “Are you going to use the Demon Veins on me again?” — the swordsman relaxed a little, not taking his contemptuous gaze from Naiichu.       “Why not?”       “Ay…” — displeased mooing was heard. — “What the fuck?” — Raphael woke up and looked around. — “It feels like I’ve already been here… Where am I?”       “That’s right, you were here… Partially.” Naiichu quickly switched to the rebel.       “What?!” — shouted Orimura, as soon as he heard the last from the Necromancer, and glared at Raf. — “Do you serve him quietly?!”       “Master Orimura?” — Hearing a familiar voice, which sounded harsh, the Sainoman turned his head in that direction. — “What do you mean? This is my first time here!”       “Almost for the first time…” — a ghost from the clouds gathered in a silhouette in front of the rebel.       “Huh? Who are you…?” — Raf narrowed his eyes, trying to examine the person.       “Call me Necromancer,” the very red eyes that Raphael saw constantly appeared.       “So it’s you…” — the guy raised his eyebrows and immediately brought them together, wanting to rush at him, but those snakes appeared from the clouds. — “What…”       “They are 300 times more toxic than Earth…” — heard a hiss on the other side of the cauldron of Orimura.       “In the sense 'than the Earth…”? Where are we, Master Orimura? "       “Where few will find you.” — Naiichu laughed and the snake wrapped around Raf’s neck, squeezing it slightly.       “Oh shit…” — shouted Orimura, realizing that very few people would find them. Dari never used such a powerful and powerful magic, although she had “impulses”, but she can not control it at all. Daughters are forbidden to use it, since they are still too young for this, despite the fact that Venus is already over 20, she still will not resist the temptation, Lara all the more, and it’s scary to imagine what would happen if she succumbed to dark magic, Emly in general there is nothing to do, Talena is too weak for that. Olivier… It’s also doubtful here, as with Lara, but the chance is greater…       “But now it was insulting…” — the swordsman thought in his head and he looked around, not understanding who it could be. “Why do you doubt me so? I was already offended, dad…”- the voice gradually dissolved, from which it was impossible to understand whether he was male or female.       “Why are you looking around?” Naiich raised an eyebrow, looking at Orimur.       “Yes, so… It seemed…” — Orimura snorted and frowned. Naiichu gave him an incredulous look and looked into the black distance with the thought: “There cannot be someone else here…”       “That’s an old idiot,” laughed a monotonous voice in his head. “I’m not here, but I’ll teach you a lesson…” — at that moment the swordsman felt a little uneasy about who it could be. “Who are you exactly?” — the telepath asked mentally, but the answer was widespread: “Your fighter” — yeah, when he has as many as 5 fighters, so understand which of them…

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      Rumble, noise. Something shattered, fell and rolled with a grinding noise. Voice…?       “What the…” — Talena entered the dojo to the crash and got into a stupor from the picture. She generally walked from the laboratory to the kitchen to ask Jack about something, but the rumble in the training room, and then… Father lying on the floor in a pile of rods and Raf lying under Emly’s ribbons, which fell when he hit the closet, made the clever girl stop and open your mouth.       “Here…” — the rebel stood up on his elbow, screwing up his eyes. — “Shit… What the fuck?” — he looked at the pink ribbons and disgust appeared on his face. — “What am I, in pink snot in the literal sense?”       “Why is there a roar…” — quickly went down the stairs, out of the room, down Larota and with direct fire ran into the dojo, pushing everyone away, gazing out red eyes. — “Was… Dad?!”       “What do you mean daddy?” — heard Dariyasa from the kitchen and without having time to ask, or rather, even sit Jack opposite her to ask questions, she went to surprised cries. Jack followed her in confusion.       Leo and Don were already helping Orimur to get up, freeing him from under the barbells and heavy dumbbells, Raf himself got up and was already growling at Mikey.       “DADDY!!!” — the blue-eyed girl one jumped into his father’s arms. He just grinned and hugged his daughter, but his gaze immediately fell on all the bandages and various plasters.       “Emly,” Tully was worried. — “Don’t make any sudden movements!”       “How so…” — Dariasa smiled, coming closer, exhaling with relief, almost crying. — “And where have you been?” — she pulled herself together and sniffed, but her gaze immediately fell on her husband’s chest, where there was a big bruise, not to mention his energy, which was weak. — “What did you do with y-you?” — Shuddering, his wife asked and the swordsman sighed, getting to his feet and putting his daughter next to him.       “I’ll tell you everything, just don’t cry…” — the husband looked warmly at Dariyasa, who clung to him and nevertheless began to cry. “Well no,” the katan master gasped. — “Don’t cry, honey, my heart is bleeding,” — he gently began stroking her head.       “Grardercelus? Right?” — Jack stood, leaning his elbows on the doorframe, looking at this gentle scene, noticing on the chest of father, whom he was going to meet, the mark of an energy blow. Orimura looked up at him and frowned. “Who else are you?”       “This,” Lara sighed, expecting anything, keeping her calm and unshakable look. — “Jakana… My friend…”       “I got what you mean.” — Orimura turned a displeased look at his daughter, saying it coldly… or even menacing. Rather, he guessed who this “friend” was and who he was the enemy.       “Don’t look at me like that!”       “Who else should I look at?!” — roared Orimura and the rebel pouted, crossing her arms. — “So, let’s go to the kitchen and you, as concretely as possible, say everything as it is. And why the hell do you know about dark magic. Got it?”       “I understood everything,” Jakana nodded and looked at Lara.       “How did you get out?” — the wife came to her senses and looked at her husband. “And why do you have such weird bruises?”       “Someone pulled us out, or rather, helped, and I also wonder who…” — he slowly examined the children, who were in a stupor. My father did not want to start a conversation about who this “fighter” was, he decided to wait and see who was sleeping himself…

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      Foliage rustles, a drop of dew falls from a thin blade of grass onto a flat pebble. The air is clean and fresh, cool. The sun slowly rises, illuminating everything in burgundy, and a figure in a dark wet cloak walks to the break, throwing a bag over his shoulder.       “Hurry home, otherwise someone will soon be useless at the right moment… The main thing is to be in time…” — the step gradually turned to run, and a lattice fence appeared in front. The jump and the figure are already behind him. — “If only to be in time before this moment…” — a plane appeared, which was full of various cargo for transportation to America, where just were needed the shadows. A couple of moments and she is already between the boxes.       “So, I’ll be in New York in 10 hours… If you’re lucky, then sooner… The main thing is not to be late…” — just tossed about in head…

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