Demonic Wielders of Harmony

A young man, being thousands of years old but still with a body that was 19 years of age, was sleeping peacefully upside down on the ceiling. He was dreaming of the night he would spend with his lovely wife or maybe his pet dragon (who was sleeping outside the castle that his family lived in). He was rudely awoken with a metal pot striking his head. He quickly woke up and lost his instinctual grip on the ceiling, fell, and face-planted onto the floor of his bedroom with an “Ow.”

“Get up 3-D,” said a male voice no older then him. 3-D looked up at the man, a mummy, and well older wasn't really the thing to say the man was much older than 3-D. “You're mom wants your opinion on some food.” 3-D stood up with a groan and dusted himself off.

“You know a simple tap would wake me up, Jackal.” 3-D said as he looked at a clock, “9:50 A. M.? A bit early for me.”

“Yeah well your mother wanted you,” replied Jackal, “Beside I couldn't find the broom.” 3-D rolled his multicolored eyes. “Hey, I saw that! Now get going! You know how impatient humans can be.”

“You think being married to my father would have changed that.” said 3-D after which both of them shared a laugh. “I best not say that though, never know when he might be listening.”

“Well his royal highness is asleep in his coffin so we don't have to worry.” said Jackal in which 3-D replied with a shrug and left. As 3-D walked down the halls, he couldn't help but feel like something was calling to him. He shook it off as being woken up early in the day. He was planning to go back to sleep after seeing his mother so he decided not to change out of his pj's. It was a simple black silk robe that could never be lifted up, so he could sleep upside down without worry. He liked it but between “royal sleep wear” and rules that he had to follow, he didn't get out much to see his wife, Emily. He sighed. Being a hybrid of 'creatures of the night' gave him many things but it was also a curse, trying to fight each instinct that all the creatures demanded him do. He reached the room that his mother would be in, the kitchen.

He braced himself for the worst, though he loved his mother she isn't what one would call a chief at best she was a killer with food even if she thought she was a great cook. He'd seen some of his father's toughest minions fall from one taste of his mother's cooking. He was glad having the stomach of both a werewolf and zombie (that could digest almost anything with no problem) but the food his mother made it...it was stuff that everything in the darkness feared. He walked in.

What he say on the other side was his mother, a human that was granted eternal life through a spell, with her back to him, cooking but it was more like brewing poison by the smell of it. To the left of her was the butler, 3-D considered him to be an uncle of some sort has he had the butler's DNA mixed with his. The butler looked at him with a smile, but had a clear expression of worry if one looked closely enough. He smiled backed and wave. His mother turned around and smiled at her son.

“Hello dear,” she said in her cheery voice, “Glad you could come by and taste my newest masterpiece.”

“Always glad to help mother,” said 3-D trying to put on a brave face, “So mother what did you make today?”

“Meat stew.”

“What kind of meat?”

“Well thats the thing I couldn't decide what meat to use. So I grabbed random bits of meat and threw them in with some spices and what not.”

“Well...it's...um...good to experiment.”

“Indeed,” said the butler.

“Thank you, both of you,” said his mother. She grabbed a bowl and filled it with the stew. “Now please try it.” She held it out to 3-D with a smile. He looked at and didn't believe that he was looking at a bowl of meat stew but a black abyss and was that hissing coming from the stew. 3-D gulped as he grabbed a spoon and took a bite of the stew. If he had been anything else he might have died, been reborn, and died again in a three second span. He didn't know what the taste was and he thought of drinking gasoline, a garlic/silver juice mixture, and light his mouth on fire and see if that got rid of the unknown taste or kill him first. He saw his entire life flash before his eyes, then he swallowed.

“Its....definitely....something....mother.....” 3-D said, using all will power to keep himself from throwing up after each word. His mother smiled completely unaware of her son's current life or death struggle.

“Glad you like it,” she said, “I think I should give this to the guards for lunch.”

“NO!” yelled 3-D, which made the butler and his mother look at him, “I mean...no its good but...uh how about you add a few things to the mix...because...uh...I think its missing something.”

“Really?” asked his mother to which he replies with a nod, “You're right I should make sure its one hundred percent perfect before feeding the guards,” 3-D gave a silent thank you to what ever deity made his mother think that. “I'll be back to make some more after I get some ingredients from town.” and with that she left.

The butler looked at 3-D and said with a smile “You know one day eating your mother's cooking well kill you.”

“Yeah but until then I'm glad to take a few bullets for everyone else.”

“You do have your mother's caring heart..... also there's medicine in the basement”

“OH THANK YOU!” 3-D said hugging the butler and ran off to the basement. The butler shook his head playfully and started to clean up 3-D's mother's mess. Later in the basement 3-D was looking for the medicine. “No.....No.......No....here we go.” He grabbed a green-blue glass bottle that said 'Witch's Cure-all Stomach Ache's' on it. “Guess this is what I'm looking for.” He popped open the cork and drink the entire bottle without a second thought. “Bleg. This is awful.... but still better than that 'stew' mother made...” He yawned, sat down on the cold stone floor, and leaned against the colder wall. “Well thanks to that stuff I don't think I'll be able to sleep upside down without throwing up.” He gave a chuckle then sat there for a few minutes in complete silence. Then he felt it again, that feeling of something calling him. He stood up and looked around.

“Hello?” he called out and waited for a response, “Anyone out there?” Then he noticed that the room started to get brighter. “What the hell? There's no light down here!” The light started to get brighter and it started to burn his vampiric skin. He looked at his arms and realize this light was coming from him. The burning sensation grew as the light became more brilliant until it flashed and 3-D vanished.

A young lady wearing a black skirt and shirt was wandering through field of black roses that surrounded her school, giggling. She couldn't believe it, her brother got her a new voodoo doll and she was ecstatic. She threw the doll up into the air and caught it as she skipped about. She stopped and laid on her back and looked at the doll, her smile growing bigger the longer she stared at it. It was a simple doll made of straw, shaped into that of a person, just like her old one. The difference though was that this one had a smiling face and a tag around its neck saying 'To Maria, From Keith'. Oh, how she loved her brother. He might have been less than happy most of the time but she believed it was because he studied black magic while she studied necromancy so they couldn't see each other until class was out. He was in “Advanced Black Magic” while she was still in “Introduction to Necromancy”. She was made fun of that because she was sixteen and was in a class of seven year old children that could do better necromancy than herself. She didn't like that because she was very powerful but to use her necromancy she had to do something that she didn't like to do.

She shook her head and looked at her bracelet that she made, it had two chains. On one end it was a skull with its lower jaw missing and it was used to summon her undead minions. She didn't like to call them minions, like everyone else, who used necromancy. She considered them her friends. The other end was empty and had an open chain link. She attached the doll to it, now it was complete. She just kept smiling and sat up.

“What shall I do today?” asked Maria to no one in particular. Then she got an idea, even though she had to do the one thing she hated to access her full power, she could still summon a small skull familiar. She closed her eyes and a dark aura came out of her chained skull and surrounded her. The surrounding flowers started to wilt but not enough to die. Then out of the ground came a small, grey-ish skull. Though the skull didn't have any skin, it was smiling to see Maria again. “Hello again Kull.” She petted Kull, its non-existent smile grew bigger and her smile grew too.

“Sorry that I haven't summoned you in a while.... Can you forgive me?” she asked to which Kull replied with a nod. “Oh thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou.” She hugged Kull and gave him a small kiss on his forehead. If Kull had cheeks or blood he would be blushing. “Now what shall we do today?”

“Oh look, sister, it's the worst Necromancer in history.” said a female voice coming from behind. Maria looked behind her and saw the twins Rachel and Jessie. “What are you doing here loser?”

“I'm just enjoying the day Rachel.” answered Maria hoping they would go away.

“With that pathetic excuse for a familiar?”

“He's not pathetic..he's my friend.”

“Oh thats right, the loser doesn't have any friends because she's till in IntroMancy.”

“Hey sister,” said Jessie.

“Yes?”

“Why don't we fight her and just take her powers away, it's not like she needs them.”

“Yeah you're ri- HEY GET BACK HERE!!” yelled Rachel as she saw Maria running away. Rachel and Jessie both glowed a dark aura and summoned two identical saber tooth skeletons. They got on them and yelled, “Get her!”. The sabers' gave chase. Maria looked back and saw them closing the distance, fast.

“Good thing I didn't wear heels today.” Maria said to Kull who was floating beside her. She didn't want to fight, it was against the rules to fight any where but the arena. She also didn't want to lose her friends if she lost. She reached the wall surrounding the field. “Oh no...”. She turned around to see the saber's slow down as they got closer to her.

“Why don't you just give up loser,” said Jessie, “We both know you're a pathetic necromancer. So just let us destroy your summon skull and we'll leave you alone.” Kull floated in front of his mistress to defend her. “Oh look the familiar wants to take us on.” The twins began to laugh even the sabers gave the motion of laughing. Maria fell to her knees, looked down, closed her eyes, and began to cry. “Oh look sister, the loser is crying!” They laughed even harder. Maria kept crying, waiting for them to stop laughing and attack her then she felt something brush against her hand. She opened her eyes and saw a mouse sniffing her hand.

“No...please...go away..” Maria said but the mouse just looked into her eyes and she knew what they said, 'use me'. She had no choice, she opened her hand and the mouse crawled onto it. If she didn't want to lose her friends she had to do the one thing she hated most of all, she crushed the mouse in her hand. She felt the mouse's eyes pop out of its skull, the bones breaking in her hand, and the blood that now coated her hand. Then it happened, a dark aura burst forth from the skull and surrounded her. The aura was twice as large as the twin's aura and five blue flames and one pure black flame appeared before her.

“What the hell is that!?!” asked Rachel, her voice tinted with fear. Jessie didn't answer, she was too focused on what was happening in front of them. Maria slowly stood up and looked at them. They felt a ice cold chill run down their spines as they looked into her eyes that were filled with hatred, anger, and sadness.

“You....made me do it...”, Maria said after moments of silence tears still falling from her eyes, “Now witness my power.” She looked at the six flames and touched one of the blue ones. The flame grew in size, fell to the ground and created a circle of fire around Maria. “Come forth... Kilucks!”

Five large, black blades irrupted from the ground around Maria. She rose as a 12ft armored skeleton came out of the circle.

“What the fuck is that!!?! asked Jessie fearfully. They looked at it but couldn't believe that Maria could summon something like that. The skeleton was wearing black armor on his chest, four arms came out of his sides, an arm coming out of his back, each wielding a black blade. The most interesting thing they saw about the skeleton was a yellow smiley face on the breast plate. Maria sat down on the skeleton's shoulder, gently petting its check.

“No...fucking....way...” said Rachel “Impossible....you...you...”

“I love each of my friends but to summon them I have to kill to gain that power..... I don't like it...” replied Maria. “Now..leave before I let Kilucks have his..... fun.”

“W-we won't stand down. R-right Jessie?” asked Rachel trying to put on a brave face but failing miserably “....Jessie?” She looked beside herself and notice Jessie was running away. “You c-c-coward!!”

“I'm sorry sister but I'm am a coward that can't hide it!” yelled Jessie as she got farther away. Rachel couldn't believe it, her own sister ditched her. Now her rage out weighed her fear. She faced Maria rage filling her eyes.

“I'll kill you!” yelled Rachel.

“Kilucks.... go easy on her....please.” said Maria. Kilucks nodded and looked at Rachel and her saber tooth. He took a step forward and the saber took a step back.

“Wha-what are you doing?” asked Rachel to her saber tooth. The saber kept backing away, matching each step of Kilucks's. “D-don't run away you coward!”

“You aren't very nice to him....” said Maria.

“Yeah. So?”

“A familiar of any kind will protect is master but it will only defend when it thinks it's worth it.” explained Maria. “You don't treat him right...you scold him when he does his best... so why should he defend you when he knows he'll be scolded any way...”. Rachel's eyes widen after every word. She shook her head, she couldn't believe any word Maria said. The saber was here to serve her not be pampered. She would prove Maria wrong, any one who pampered their familiar like Maria was weak.

“You're wrong!” yelled Rachel, “Pampering makes them weak and I'll prove it. GET HER!” The saber's fear of its master outweighed the fear of the skeleton in front of him. It settled into a pouncing position as Rachel dismounted.

“I'll take care of you.” said Maria. “Just end this quickly Kilucks.” Kilucks nodded. He knew that his master did not like to fight unless it was needed. He looked at his opponent, a saber tooth skeleton. It took some will to summon something like a saber tooth and control it. Kilucks had an idea instead of fighting this saber tooth, he would instead talk to it. Now most necromancers only know that they can talk to their minions but what most don't know is that minions can talk to each other with out their masters knowing. Only necromancers that have a strong connection to their minions would be able to listen and even participate in such a conversation. There were only two that Kilucks knew had this connection and those two were the Necromancer Headmaster and his master Maria.

“There is nothing to fear here saber..” spoke Kilucks in a deep voice of a knight that has seen many battles.

“I-I'm not scared,” said the saber in a female voice. “I...I'm cold...” Kilucks gave a little chuckle. “Don't laugh at me!”

“Sorry but here's the thing... my friend wishes not to fight.”

“But my master says so... so I must..”

“I feel sorry for you...”

“What? Why?”

“Because my friend Maria has taken care of us since she acquired us. She is kind, loving, and never wishes us harm.” As Kilucks finished he felt something. He looked around.

“Kilucks.. is something wrong?” asked Maria. He didn't know what was wrong or what he was feeling. All he knew was that something was going to happen.

“What trick is that?” asked Rachel pointing at Maria and Kilucks.

Maria slowly turned her head to Kilucks. “What are you tal-”. She stopped mid sentence. She couldn't believe what she was looking at. Kilucks was glowing a faint light. “Kilucks?” Kilucks pointed at her. She looked at herself and saw that she was also glowing. “Ooooo pretty light....” Then the light flashed and both the necromancer and her friend were gone.

Rachel looked at the spot that once had Maria. Maria was gone and she had one thought in her head that she screamed at the top of her lungs towards the sky, “THE HEADMASTERS ARE GOING TO KILL ME!!”