Electos: First Story Freshman Year

By Jonathan Smith

The Order of Electos is a secret organization that trains people to harness their magical abilities. Follow along as fifteen-year-old Jacob Barak joins the Order seeking to purge evil from his world. Jacob will have to face the struggles of training, fighting demons, high school and unseen threats that lurk closer than anyone could imagine. With friends and colleagues at his side, will Jacob be able to survive his freshmen year in high school and his first year in the Order?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781641387170

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Chapter 1

Every New Beginning

The red sky shone like magma above the desert landscape. The sands were gray and harsh. A powerful wind pushed the sands, causing the landscape to seem as if it were constantly moving. A loud clash that sounded like swords echoed through the landscape, creating large clouds of sandy dust. The sword clash echoed over the land once more, a cloud of dust settling above the scene of the battle. As the dust settled, it revealed two beings, one of which was noticeably larger than the other. The large creature had the golden-brown body of a lion; its four paws had giant black claws emerging from them, where the head of the beast should’ve been the body kept rising upward, with a humanlike build. Its broad shoulders were the start of its two muscular arms, at the end of which were lionlike paws with five fingers, each with a black claw. The upper part of its body was covered in the golden-brown lion fur. A large scar stood out across the beast’s chests. It had the head of a lion, its mane large and fluffy. Spikes ran from the base of its neck all the way to its tail. The beast had two large black spiked wings. It was holding a sword in its right hand. The sword was a black and dark-blue color. Its blade seemed spiked, and the handle seemed to be made of silver scales. The beast slashed the air with its sword and let out a loud roar.

Standing across the large beast was an old man. This man stood around five feet and nine inches from the ground. He had long white hair and a white beard that ran to the base of his neck. The old man had hazy-blue eyes. He was wearing a black robe. On the right shoulder of the robe was a blue pagan pentacle. In his right hand, he held a sword. The sword’s handle was a silver cross. Its blade was long, narrow, and bright blue. The old man took a step back, placing his left hand on his right forearm, aiming his sword at the creature.

Mortem! Enough of this foolishness. If this continues, we’ll only lay waste to this plane. Even if you managed to kill me, I will only come back as an angel. I would be even more powerful the next time I face you, the old man said to the creature.

Do you truly think of me as a fool, Sanctus? I am the great demon Mortem, more powerful than any demon, of the beings in the underworld. Only Lucifer’s power is greater than mine. I am no fool. Do you think I wouldn’t be aware of our weapons and surrender to the circumstance? This blade, Mortem said, holding out his sword, this blade is called Xifos tou lamia. It is not a regular magical weapon. At whatever time I kill you with this, your soul will become corrupted, possessed, and if it can’t be corrupted, then your soul will be sent to the prison of the underworld. There would be no chance of your soul making it to your precious heaven. Your Lepida tou sotira does something similar, does it not? Mortem asked, staring down at Sanctus.

You were able to recognize my blade, even though no demon has ever seen it or heard of whom possessed it? Sanctus asked, looking up at the demon.

No, I didn’t recognize it. Xifos tou lamia did and informed me. I have heard the legend before. If you were to kill me with that blade, then my soul would be purified. However, what would happen if the soul were too corrupt to be purified? Souls that can’t be purified would be destroyed. You can’t purify my soul, so if you were to kill me, my soul would be destroyed. Do you know what happens to a destroyed soul? I won’t let that happen to me. Mortem sternly glared at his opponent. Do you still see me to be a fool?

Yes, Sanctus said back to his opponent. You gave me no choice! Hurting innocent humans, consuming those untouched by God’s magic, harnessing those touched by Lucifer’s magic, I could not stand by and let it continue! Especially with you creating and sending hordes of demons into our world, seeking out those God gifted with magic!

You seek out your own kind that your God gifted with magic. Isn’t that why you created your precious order? The Order of Electos as you call it. Ha, don’t make me laugh. ‘The order of the chosen,’ what a joke! Oh, wait, you also created your order to protect the seven divine virtues, but you’ve only found three, haven’t you? If we manage to destroy at least three, humanity will be doomed, and Lucifer will rise! Mortem laughed.

That’s why I created the order, Sanctus said, anger in his voice, that’s why the order protects the virtues. I will always protect others, whether they be angel, human, or demon! Yes, we have only found the virtues of Patience, Humility, and Temperance, but we will find the other four and protect our world!

Precious words, being how you’re about to be killed by a demon! If your God is so great, then why do you still fall short against our demons? Why does he have his angels do the work and give you the gifts? Mortem screamed. Sanctus stood there in silence. He doesn’t want to cause corruption through said gifts, and he knows that if he gives power directly, the humans are too weak to be able to accept it from him. They would implode, destroying many on the spot and corrupting their souls. Lucifer has learned how to control this. He accepts corrupting souls, and he learned how to harness and pass out his power! That is why no matter how many humans your precious order takes in, it will have no effect. We will just keep on sending more and more powerful demons, me being the most powerful! While the chosen humans have an advantage over us, their magic power is always similar, the only difference is in their actual power! Pathetic! Mortem ranted.

That is what makes us more powerful. That is why no matter how many demons you make, we will always be stronger, Sanctus spoke. Mortem looked down at him. You demons rely fully on the magical powers you are given. How much of your power is truly your own? The only way you become more powerful is by consuming human souls. Members of the Order of Electos have an advantage with the magic that they are given. In the end, their own power determines their true strength. A human can become that much more powerful simply by witnessing the death of someone they care about. That is why you, Lucifer, and all you demons will lose!

Foolish old man! Mortem yelled, You may talk badly of me and my brothers, but you will NOT talk badly about my lord Lucifer!

Enough words! You’re not listening anyway. I have no choice but to end this. I will speak through action! Sanctus said, bending his knees.

I was about to say the same! Mortem laughed. He swung his sword behind him and started walking toward Sanctus. Sanctus pushed off the ground with his feet. A large crater appeared where he was standing. Mortem looked up at Sanctus, who had both hands on his sword, holding it above his head. Mortem slashed up with his sword, and the blades clashed, their sound echoing across the land. Mortem was holding Sanctus in the air with his sword, their blades still pressed against each other.

The two struggled to overpower the other. Sanctus started putting more effort into his blade. The ground around Mortem started to shake, and Mortem had to grab his sword with both hands in order to counter it. Mortem started sinking into the sand that he was standing on. Sanctus applied more effort onto his blade. Mortem fell onto one of his four knees. Mortem looked up at Sanctus, pure hatred in his eyes. Sanctus let go of his sword with his left hand, his right hand still applying enough pressure to hold Mortem at bay. Sanctus bent his arm back so that his left palm was lined up with his left shoulder.

Carmine divino lumine! Sanctus yelled as a ball of light appeared in his palm. Sanctus threw the ball at Mortem, and it exploded on impact. The explosion caused Mortem to go flying backward.

Ho . . . how? How is this possible? Mortem exclaimed as he got back up. Sanctus lowered himself to the ground and landed safely, dust erupting around him as he did.

You rely purely on your magical strength. I relied on both my magical and human strength. That is how I became as powerful as I am, and that is how I was able to do that! Sanctus said, facing toward Mortem. Sanctus sounded out of breath and panted heavily after speaking.

It still isn’t enough to kill me! Mortem yelled, his voice wavering. Sanctus fell to one knee, still catching his breath.

Damn, he’s right, Sanctus said quietly. He looked at his sword, I know what must be done. It’s a risk, but it’s all I have.

Giving up already? Mortem laughed. He scoffed at Sanctus as he stood back up. Sanctus had strong determination in his old eyes.

As long as you threaten mankind, I will never give up! Sanctus replied.

Big words for a dead old man! Mortem spoke.

I may die, but it will not be within this day! Sanctus exclaimed.

You cocky, arrogant shit! Mortem yelled. He burst off the ground, flying full speed at Sanctus. Sanctus stared at the demon flying at him. Mortem’s sword was at the ready. Sanctus lifted his sword.

Fascinare gladio lucis, Sanctus said, waving his hand over his sword. The weapon became covered in light. Mortem appeared above Sanctus. As Mortem slashed down at Sanctus, Sanctus countered with his sword. The force of the clashing blades caused the ground around them to explode. Sanctus went sliding backward as Mortem quickly used his wings to stay in the air.

What now, mortal? Mortem taunted. Sanctus closed his eyes and placed his left hand on his right wrist. A strange wind picked up around Sanctus.

Sanctum transmutatio, Sanctus chanted. Energy started suddenly flowing around Sanctus. His outline became covered in a white light. Sanctus opened his eyes, which were glowing white. Two white feathered wings sprouted from his back. The light energy around him started forming so fast and intensely that it started making a melodious sound, almost as if heavenly music was playing. With a quick motion, Sanctus used his wings to ascend into the air.

You . . . how dare you! Mortem screamed as he dashed at Sanctus. Mortem used full force in the swing of his blade. The blade came swiftly at Sanctus. Sanctus lifted one arm and stopped Mortem’s blade with his own. Mortem glared at the man standing in front of him. Fight me!

As you wish, Sanctus spoke. When he spoke, it sounded like multiple people were talking in unison and there was a melodious sound to his voice. Sanctus broke his sword away from Mortem’s and slashed at the demon. Mortem quickly countered with his own sword. The two then simultaneously clashed blades at a blinding speed. The clashes echoed throughout the land, their pure force warping the land, laying waste to some of the structures that stood. The last clash caused an explosion that sent the two flying from each other.

I . . . I don’t . . . I don’t understand . . . This . . . whole time . . . you . . . you haven’t been . . . you haven’t been fighting me with your full power! Mortem screamed.

Of course not, Sanctus responded calmly. If you always fight with your full power, like you do, then there is little room for improvement, for learning. You never push your limits, you just use them.

It’s the same damn thing! Mortem growled.

No . . . it obviously isn’t. I must thank you, for up to now, this was merely just a theory. You have given me something new to teach the order, Sanctus replied.

Who says that you’re going to live? Mortem exclaimed.

I did, Sanctus spoke calmly, getting his sword ready.

You think that you can kill me? Who is the fool now? Mortem yelled.

No . . . I realize now that it is impossible . . . Even with all my power, I am unable to kill you. I cannot kill you, Mortem, Sanctus said. Mortem cocked his head.

Then what makes you say that you will win? Because that is the only way that you will not fall to my blade, Mortem asked.

Challenge me and find out for yourself, Sanctus said, aiming his blade down at Mortem. Mortem growled and shot toward Sanctus. Sanctus slashed his sword down. The collision of blades caused Mortem to fall to the ground.

You can’t defeat me here! Mortem yelled, standing up. Not in my own domain!

I can and will, Sanctus said, drawing his blade in front of him.

Bastard! Mortem flew up at Sanctus, his blade slashing right through him. Mortem sneered, Got you.

Did you? Sanctus asked. Mortem turned to see his foe sitting on his tail. Peculiar, you have the ability to see things moving at speeds up to Mach three. Did you just happen to forget to use that ability of yours, or am I moving faster than you can keep up with? Mortem slammed his fist down at Sanctus; however, Sanctus quickly disappeared. Mortem’s fist kept going and slammed into his own tail. Mortem roared in pain.

Damn you! Where are you? Mortem yelled.

Up, Sanctus called. Mortem looked above him as Sanctus came flying down toward him, blade in hand. Mortem quickly used his blade to block. The tips of the blades collided. A loud sound was made as a crack started traveling down the side of Xifos tou lamia.

What? Mortem asked. His eyes widened as he looked at the crack in his blade. Sanctus stood across him, panting. His wings and aura disappeared. All out of power? Mortem asked, almost mocking. Sanctus looked up at him. Sanctus was holding his right arm with his left.

Too bad I blocked that attack. Even if Xifos tou lamia is cracked, I still get the luxury of killing you. You’re the great savior that Jesus himself chose? How pathetic! Mortem taunted. Sanctus sighed.

AaLaHaYaA B’aSHMaYaA OaKHT,aM, Sanctus said, running his left hand across the blade of his sword. Mortem charged at Sanctus.

Die! Mortem screamed.

B’T,aREaA AeP,T’aKH, Sanctus said. A blinding light reverberated off his blade. He used his hand to knock Xifos tou lamia away from himself. Sanctus then stabbed Mortem’s arm with Lepida tou sotira. A strong, howling wind like noise could suddenly be heard. Mortem’s eyes grew wide.

Wha . . . what have you done? Mortem called painfully.

B’T,aREaA EaMeTSO, Sanctus chanted. Mortem screamed as he was sucked into the blade. Xifos tou lamia fell from Mortem’s hand, and the sword disappeared into the sand. Lepida tou sotira started glowing and took a different form. The handle was now a bone, and the hilt was a skull. The skull had red eyes and a crack going across it. Two bones stuck out the sides of the skull. The blade came out of the skull’s mouth, with its lower jaw being behind the blade. The blade was black and white, and it had a rounded indent toward the front of the blade. At the end of the handle was a five-link chain, with two skulls acting as two more links after the fifth and a long ribbon hanging from the jaw of the second skull. The blade of the sword was suddenly sucked into the skull and the bottom jaw closed.

Huh? Puts itself away? Sanctus said, looking at his transformed sword. He flicked it. The eyes started glowing red and the bottom jaw of the skull opened. The blade emerged from inside the skull.

That is how Lepida tou sotira became the blade Abaddon, the most powerful magical weapon in existence, a woman’s voice spoke. "With Abaddon, Sanctus was able to identify what parts of the world that the remaining four holy virtues were located. After his death, his predecessors managed to find the locations of these holy virtues. They and the Order of Electos were originally all secret, until Humilitas was destroyed. Humilitas was the branch of the Order of Electos that was located in Russia. It guarded the holy virtue of Humility. With its destruction, mankind started losing all forms of that virtue, causing the past few generations to slowly lose all its bravery, modesty, reverence, and selflessness. Slowly creating a world of selfish, prideful cowards. The order made a tough decision. It made itself known in the hopes that instead of having to search for people who are gifted from God, the people would find the order. Since it came out, the order has recruited many magical members, and through studies and technologies, nonmagical people can now join the order and fight against the darkness. We currently live outside of the Electos headquarters for Industria City. Industria City’s Electos branch guards the virtue of Temperance, which is located deep within the mountain that it stands on: Pike’s peak, Colorado.

"On the top of the mountain are the buildings where the order members work, including the headmaster’s office. Around these buildings are the living quarters for the higher-rank members of the order. Within these buildings are the schools at which the higher ranks’ children learn. A large wall surrounds this part of the order. On the outside of this wall is the Graveyard for Electos, as well as the barracks and training grounds for regular and new members of the Order.

"Right below this, there are huge gates that go into the mountain. No one knows what is inside of these gates. At the base of the mountain is a city. This city has the living space for the families of members of the order. This is also a booming tourist attraction. It holds many stores and other commodities. Nonmagical members of the order live here as well. A wall also surrounds this part of the city.

"The city branches out on the outside of this wall. This part of the city thrives on tourism. This part of the city is divided into twelve districts. The first three are where all the rich people live. It is the high-class district. The fourth is the middle ground between the high-class and middle-class districts. The fifth through seventh districts are the middle-class districts. The eighth district, where we live, is the middle ground between the middle-class and low-class districts. The final four districts are the low-class districts, the poverty and crime-stricken parts of the city. The twelfth district is the worst. Most of the people there are homeless and unemployed. The city is powered by the Order of Electos itself.

There have been many headmasters for each branch of the Order of Electos. However, since Sanctus’s death, Abaddon has not found a single predecessor.

A family was sitting on a couch in their living room. There were three people. The mother, who was speaking, had long black hair and hazel eyes. Her face was young but had the look of experience; she was holding a book titled Tales of Electos. Sitting to her right, staring at the book she was holding, was a young boy; he had messy light-brown hair and hazel eyes. The boy seemed fascinated by the book as he stared in awe at the pages as his mother turned them. Sitting to her left was an older male; he had light-brown hair and bright-blue eyes. He had a strong face even as he smiled at his son. The father looked over at a glass case; in it were two strangely designed handguns and a black expensive-looking hoodie. The man smiled as he looked at the objects in the case.

Patrick, is something wrong, darling? the woman asked her husband as she noticed his fixed glance at the case.

Huh? No, Elizabeth, nothing is wrong. Was just lost in thought, Patrick responded to his wife.

Mommy, can you tell me more about Electos? the son asked, looking up at his mother.

"Yes, the order has a unique branching system. At the top is the commander, or the headmaster of the order. Below them are three generals. These three are assumed to be three of the most powerful members of the order. The generals go in order of the first general, who is next in line to become headmaster. Second general, who is next in line to become first general if the first general retires or becomes commander. Then there is the third general. We also have the Praetorian company, and the Praetorian is basically the special ops company of the order. Beneath the three generals and the Praetorian there are nine companies. Each of the nine companies has a captain who oversees the company. The Praetorian doesn’t have divided ranks, although most people have never met a member of the Praetorian.

Beneath the captain of each company are the first lieutenant and the first sergeant. These two represent their companies and basically do captains’ work. They are also next in line for the position of captain of their company. Beneath them are regular lieutenants and sergeants. Think you can remember all that? Elizabeth asked as she tapped her son’s nose.

Um, nine companies, each has a . . . captain! And . . . a lieu . . . ten . . . ant and sergeant who are called first because the others are below them . . . There’s a secret branch called the Pray . . . Praying . . . Pri . . . Pri . . . tearing . . . un? the son said while looking at his mother.

Close, Jacob, it’s Praetorian. You have a good memory and paid good attention. Hey, Pat, looks like we got a genius on our hands! Elizabeth proclaimed. Patrick looked over at Jacob.

Well, can you blame him? He’s our son after all! Hey, Jacob, you want to come with me on my way to work? Patrick asked his son.

Will Mommy come with? Jacob asked with excitement on his face.

Of course, who’s going to walk you home? Patrick smiled.

I don’t get to go in with you . . . Jacob said, disappointed.

No, but you and Mommy get to walk to the front gate with me, so you’ll get to see it. That’s good enough right now. Someday you’ll get to fight demons and do paperwork too, okay? Patrick said, walking up to Jacob and placing his hand on his son’s head.

Okay! I’ll go get my hoodie! Jacob said, excited, and ran off to his room.

It’s weird, you going and me staying here . . . I still haven’t gotten used to it, Elizabeth said to Patrick as he opened the glass case. Patrick put his black hoodie on. His right shoulder had the blue pagan pentacle.

You retired ten years ago, when we found out you were pregnant with Jacob. How are you not used to it yet? Patrick said as he strapped his holster belt on his waist. He put his two handguns into their holsters.

Nope, eleven years ago. Jacob turns ten in a couple of weeks, remember? Elizabeth said, smiling at Patrick as he tightened his gear.

All the more reason you should be used to it, Patrick said as he started tying a large badge on his left shoulder. The badge read 3rd Company: Captain Patrick Barak.

You know what I mean, Patrick. We’ve been fighting together for so long. I’m just worried that . . . Elizabeth said. Tears started coming to her eyes. Patrick walked over to her, placing one hand on each of her cheeks, and lightly kissed her on top of her head.

I know. Don’t worry, next year, everything will be fine, I promise, Patrick said, looking his wife in the eye. At this moment, Jacob ran into the living room. He was wearing boots, jeans, and a brown hoodie.

I didn’t have any black ones, so I thought this would do! Jacob said with a big smile on his face.

Come on, Patrick said, reaching out his hand. Let’s get going.

A man stood on top of a wall looking down at a large group of people. The man stood about six feet two inches off the ground. He had medium-length dark-brown hair and piercing dark-brown eyes. He was wearing a black Electos hoodie. The blue pentacle on his shoulder stood out from his appearance. He had a large two-pronged blade resting on his back, the only sheath seeming to be two small brown holsters that held the blades and a small wrap on the single handle of the pronged blade. He wore a badge on his right forearm that read 3rd Company: 1st Lieutenant Jack Sainz.

Look at you. The sudden voice didn’t even seem to faze Jack as he stared on. The voice belonged to a man who walked up to Jack. He stood about six feet five inches off the ground. He was also wearing a black Electos hoodie. His hoodie was sleeveless and wasn’t zipped up; he was also not wearing a shirt underneath as if he were trying to show off his muscles. He had a large scar on his left peck, and his muscles made him seem like an incredibly large man. He wore his black hair in a Mohawk and had a strange ring on each of his pointer and middle fingers; each ring had a dark-green-colored gem on it. He wore a badge on his waist that read 3rd Company: 1st Sergeant Cain Harod.

Hey, Cain, Jack said, staring down at the group of people. Bunch of damn idiots.

Let ’em be. If they saw the shit we’ve seen, they’d change their minds, but there’s no way that’ll ever happen, Cain said, looking down at the group of people. The group was a large group of protestors, most of which were holding signs, which mostly read the following:

Demons deserve life too!

doesn’t the bible say murder is sin? you’re murdering demons!

Electos is the work of Satan!

Let demons live normal lives!

we aren’t safe, electos get out!

Peace is the way, it’s what GOD wanted, not war, that is the devil’s work!

Other signs had quotes from the Bible printed on them. One even read Christianity is a lie, Electos are murderers!

Hey! Hey, you! Electos scum! someone from the crowd started yelling up at Jack. He picked a rock up and threw it at Jack. In an instant, Jack’s hand shot up and caught the large rock. Jack turned his head and glared at the man. Got your attention now. You listen here, you murderer, what gives you . . . gives . . . you . . . the . . . right? As the man was talking, the rock in Jack’s hand started melting as a steam rose off Jack’s hand.

Witchcraft! god forbids the use of magic! Sinner! the man yelled up at Jack. Try throwing a fireball at me! God will protect me from you sinners!

Jack glared down at the man. I’m going to explain to you why you’re a complete idiot. First reason! Jack said down toward the man. As Jack spoke, the man flinched. "Our magic was a gift from God himself. By calling us sinners, you are performing blasphemy. Now since you seem to be a simpleton, I’ll dumb that word down for you. Blasphemy means you are using the Lord’s name in vain. We are not murdering demons. We are performing God’s work. Reason number two! As Jack said that, he reached out his hand and opened his palm. This isn’t fire magic. It’s poison magic!"

Did you see that? the man exclaimed, pointing at Jack. He verbally and physically assaulted me! I demand he be reprimanded. I’ll sue, and you won’t get away with this!

I physically assaulted you, huh? Jack said, placing a hand on his sword’s handle. The man suddenly flinched with a look of fear on his face.

Jack, what are you doing? Cain asked.

He said I physically assaulted him. I’m gonna make an honest man out of him. After all, if I’m going to be reprimanded, I may as well earn it! Jack responded. The man’s face became filled with terror, all color draining from his face. He put a hand over the front of his pants and ran away. Jack started laughing so hard he lost breath. Cain . . . did you . . . you see that . . . he . . . he . . . he pissed his pants! Jack said, throwing his head back laughing.

Jack, so I just heard that you got accepted into the Praetorian, Cain said, looking at his comrade.

So you heard, huh? Yeah, today’s my official last day of Third Company. It’s so weird. I’m going to be a member of an elite branch. They say the members of the Praetorian are treated like generals. It’s a high honor, Jack said, looking out over the wall.

I also heard that First Company’s first lieutenant is joining the Praetorian tomorrow, Cain stated.

Yeah, Olivia got in as well, so I’ll know people there, so it won’t be all new, Jack responded.

So this rumor I heard about the Gladium brothers getting in as well? Cain asked.

Yeah, Lux and Umbra got in to. All four of us are officially members tomorrow! Jack responded, looking down at the protestors again.

Weren’t you four in the same squad when you first joined? Cain asked.

Yeah, the four of us have been together since day one. Ten years ago when we all joined the order and passed all three exams. It was each of our first attempt. We were all ten years old. We were always told that we had true potential. Guess what they said about us was true. You wanna know what I heard? The Praetorian can only have twelve members at a time because they represent the Chinese Zodiac or something like that. This will be the first time since the company’s creation that it has had twelve members, Jack said, smiling to himself.

I heard one of the members is very young. Apparently, according to the rumors, she’s a fifteen-year-old girl. Her family doesn’t even know she’s in the order, Cain said.

You seem to know a lot about these things? Why is that? Jack asked.

You know, Third General Mirage and I are really good friends, Cain said.

Heard that the headmaster may be retiring and First General Aquile will be taking over as commander, so Third General Mirage might become second general, Jack said.

Nah, Second General Astral says she wants to stay second general and she’s okay if General Mirage becomes first general ahead of her, Cain responded.

Wow, being friends with a general gets you some good info, huh? Jack replied.

Yeah, not everything, like how did a kid like you get into the Praetorian and not me. I mean, you’re only twenty, you little squirt, Cain jested.

You’re only four years older than me, and obviously it’s because I’m superior to you in magic skills, Jack responded, poking fun at Cain.

I want to hit you sometimes, you know that, Cain said, irritated.

Well, why don’t you, Jack teased.

Because . . . if I did, you’d just turn that part of your body into liquid poison, and my punch would just go through you . . . Cain said, ashamed.

You’re damn right, ’cause I’m awesome! Jack laughed. Honestly the strongest of us four would probably be Umbra. He can be scary sometimes.

Umbra, one of the Gladium brothers. Is he the one people call Xolotl? Cain asked.

Yeah, that’s him. He may seem serious, but he’s actually laid-back and energetic. I’m more serious than him, Jack said.

That’s saying something. Cain laughed. His brother Lux, he’s the one that wears that ridiculous bright-colored scarf that’s almost as long as he is, right? Jack nodded in acknowledgment. This Olivia, she’s pretty hot from what I’ve heard, and seen. How’d you get so lucky to be so close to a real cutie like her? Cain asked. To this, Jack suddenly started laughing.

She’d probably kick your ass if she heard you talking about her like that. Jack laughed.

Really, probably the hottest chick in the order, and she’d beat me up for saying how hot she is? Cain asked.

Yeah, Olivia isn’t exactly girly. She’d rather be out fighting and getting cut up than put on makeup. She also doesn’t like being objectified, which is why she’d kick your ass for saying all that stuff about her. Jack laughed.

Well, even if she is like that, you’re still lucky to be so close with her. What I would trade to get that with her! Cain laughed. A beeping noise came from Jack’s pocket. He pulled out his cellphone. Jack started laughing again as he typed something and put his phone away.

What was that? Cain asked. Was it Olivia? he teased in an implying-like voice. Jack caught his breath.

Yeah, it was Olivia. She texted me asking if a guy or girl was just talking to me about how hot she was! Jack laughed. Cain had a look of fear on his face.

Wha . . . what type of magic does she use? Cain asked.

Energy magic. She can create force fields of energy out of nothing and make it appear anywhere, any size. Her weapon Logos looks like a rectangular metal bar. It amplifies her force field magic, and when she puts the force fields around Logos, it can cut through almost anything. Jack smiled.

Wow, no wonder you four made it to the Praetorian. You all have incredible magic. My kinetic magic is cool, but not that cool, Cain said, looking at his four rings.

Hey, at least you’re better than Second Company’s captain, Chaos. I heard he was arguing with his cane the other day. He’s an odd one all right, Jack said, looking back at the protestors. Bunch of idiots . . . The protestors were still chanting their propaganda and demanding reprimands.

The Order of Electos is useless. We don’t need you here. You’re all worthless scum! You murder demons. Murderers! Why would we need you? one of the protestors exclaimed. Suddenly a hand smacked the back of the man’s head.

Hey, they protect us from demons, demons who want to eat our souls. How dare you call them useless! They’re more useful than you! a little boy said to the protestor.

Jacob, apologize . . . Elizabeth said to her son.

But he’s saying wrong things about the order. He’s obviously a dummy-head! Jacob said, pointing at the protestor.

In this town, it doesn’t matter if you’re just a little brat or not. I’m about to teach you an important life lesson, the man said, lifting up his arm about to strike Jacob. Suddenly a hand grabbed the man’s arm.

Captain’s here, Cain said, and he brought his wife and son.

So they’re causing all that commotion, Jack said, looking down at the protestors.

Does the captain have anything planned for your last day? Cain asked Jack.

Yeah, but nothing much since I can’t legally drink yet. There should be a farewell party tonight though, Jack answered.

So I have a question, since you said Olivia is so not girly and lax, and since you two are so close, I bet you’ve seen her in her underwear, or less, haven’t you? I bet she did it like it was nothing. You were just sitting there after a fight, and she was all like ‘gross, bloodstains’ and took off her shirt and there she was in her bra. I bet she looked hot! Cain teased at Jack. Jack’s face went bright red, and he turned away and hid his face in his right hand. Oh my goodness, it happened just like that, didn’t it?

Shut up! Jack said, suddenly turning toward Cain, his face bright red, with a mixture of irritation and embarrassment.

I bet she didn’t wear a bra at one point and her lax and unladylike behavior made it so you totally saw her boobs, huh? Cain teased, Jack’s face went bright red again, and he turned away.

I have no idea what you’re talking about . . . Jack said, flustered. His phone went off again, and Jack read his text, he then started laughing.

What? Cain asked. Jack showed Cain his phone.

OK, whose ass do I have to kick for talking about me like I’m a sexual object?

How did she . . . but . . . Cain said with fear in his face.

Were you about to hit my son? Patrick asked the man whose arm he was holding.

Yeah, I was going to teach him a lesson. You want to fight to? the man asked. Patrick picked the man up with his other arm and threw him at the wall.

Anyone else want to attack my family? Patrick asked. The protestors all shook their heads no.

How about me? a voice called. The ground started to shake as a small crack appeared. A large black clawed hand came from the crack. The hand crashed down, killing three of the protestors. Two large red eyes were glowing through the dust of the crack.

Chapter 2

No Greater Sacrifice

Jacob sat happily on his father’s shoulders as they walked through the town. The people were busy as the day started. The streets were full of cars and hasty people. No one seemed fazed by the commotion as if this morning commute was normal. Jacob looked in awe at the town as they started walking through the wealthier districts.

Dad? Jacob asked.

Yeah? Patrick questioned back.

Mommy said captains are below generals and are in charge of their company. You’re the captain of Third Company, but I’ve never seen you use magic. Is your magic something super dangerous? Jacob asked.

No, I’m one of the nonmagical members of the order. I’m actually very respected though, being a captain with no magical powers, Patrick answered.

Your father is very powerful, not only has there never been a nonmagical officer, but he’s a captain. He’s the only nonmagical member who’s made it that far. No one else has even become a sergeant rank, Elizabeth said to her son.

Hey, Mom, when is the day for the order’s entrance exam? Jacob asked.

It’s July twenty-first, Elizabeth answered.

That’s next week! Jacob said with excitement.

Now, Jacob, don’t tell me you’re thinking of joining the order? Patrick asked.

Of course I am. I want to be a famous nonmagic person like Daddy is! Jacob said excitedly.

Sorry, kiddo, but your mom’s incredibly magic talented, so you probably have magic, Patrick said.

Oh . . . so I’m your guys’ son. I’ll be great. I want to do good for the world like Dad, make you guys proud! Jacob said. Elizabeth stopped in her tracks.

Dear? Patrick asked, stopping and turning to face Elizabeth; he saw tears in her eyes.

Jacob, we already are proud of you! Elizabeth said, taking Jacob off Patrick’s shoulders and hugging him.

I still wanna join the order. I could be in Daddy’s company and learn cool life stuff, Jacob said to his parents.

Sorry, bud, this is my last year. I retire next year, Patrick said, get to spend more time with you and Mommy and get a normal civilian job.

Can I still join anyway? Please? Jacob asked. Patrick and Elizabeth both looked at each other. You guys joined when you were ten. Mom’s always saying how I’m so smart. Please?

Okay. Patrick smiled.

Okay. Elizabeth smiled, wiping a tear from her face. You’re growing up.

Yay! I can join next week! Jacob said, excited.

Sorry, you have to be ten in order to join the order, Elizabeth said, holding Jacob’s hand.

That’s not fair. I turn ten in August . . . Jacob said sad like. As they approached the entrance to the first level of the order, they saw a large group of protestors outside the wall.

I’ll go up ahead a little. I need to talk to someone while I’m still in power, get a good application for Jacob Patrick said as he walked away.

The Order of Electos is useless. We don’t need you here. You’re all worthless scum! You murder demons. Murderers! Why would we need you? one of the protestors exclaimed. Jacob had an angered look on his face. He let go of his mom’s hand jumped up and smacked the protestor’s head.

Hey, they protect us from demons, demons who want to eat our souls. How dare you call them useless. They’re more useful than you! Jacob said to the protestor.

Jacob, apologize . . . Elizabeth said to her son.

But he’s saying wrong things about the order. He’s obviously a dummy-head! Jacob said, pointing at the protestor.

In this town, it doesn’t matter if you’re just a little brat or not. I’m about to teach you an important life lesson, the man said, lifting up his arm about to strike Jacob. Suddenly the man’s arm was stopped by Patrick’s.

Were you about to hit my son? Patrick asked the man whose arm he was holding.

Yeah, I was going to teach him a lesson. You want to fight too? the man asked. Patrick picked the man up with his other arm and threw him at the wall.

Anyone else want to attack my family? Patrick asked. The protestors all shook their head no. Suddenly the sky grew dark.

How about me? a voice called. The ground started to shake as a small crack appeared. A large black clawed hand came from the crack. The hand clashed down, killing three of the protestors. Two large red eyes were glowing through the dust of the crack. A large demon emerged from the crack, it’s teeth as large as a man. The demon stood about twenty-five feet off the ground.

An S-rank demon here! Patrick suddenly exclaimed. Elizabeth, get Jacob out of here! Patrick said. Elizabeth nodded, grabbed Jacob, and ran.

But what about Dad? Jacob asked.

He’ll be fine, Elizabeth said as she was running. She grabbed a key pendant on the necklace she wore. He has to be.

You mustn’t hurt this demon. It means no harm. We have no proof that it wants to kill us. It may just want to be a part of our culture. We must not jump to conclusions. Killing this creature is wrong. So is the word of God! the man Patrick threw into the wall said as he got up, walking toward the creature. Show them that you mean us no harm!

No harm, word of God, join your culture? the demon said, looking down at the man who had his arms outstretched. He smiled at the demon, thinking that it was peaceful. How can I when your soul looks so delicious! the demon snarled. In one motion, it bit the top half of the man off, blood falling from its teeth, the man’s bottom half collapsing. The other protestors started panicking and started running. The demon outstretched one arm, impaling four of the protestors with its claws. Jacob looked away in horror as the blood and screams of the victims filled the air. A loud bang was heard. The demon roared as blood came out of its head. Patrick stood there with his guns aimed at the demon. Die! it roared, slamming a hand down at Patrick.

Patrick quickly dodged and landed on the wall with his feet. Patrick started running up the wall. He quickly fired two more shots into the demon. Hooks on a string came out of, the back of Patrick’s guns and stuck into the wall. The demon swung at Patrick again who used the hooks to escape to the top of the wall. He landed in front of Jack and Cain.

Captain, Jack said.

Can’t talk right now. Mind telling everyone I got this? Patrick said.

We already did, Cain responded.

Good! Patrick smiled. He then did a backflip off the top of the wall. Patrick aimed the back of his gun at the demon. The hook shot out and stuck to the demon. Patrick used the retract button on his gun to pull himself toward the demon. Patrick aimed his left gun at the demon and fired a round into the top of its head. He then removed the hook that was in the demon and placed his right gun’s barrel into the base of the demon’s neck. Patrick fired both guns, and the demon collapsed. Patrick spun his guns and then placed them back in his holsters. The demon’s body vanished into dust.

Wow . . . Jacob said. Dad’s amazing!

Yeah . . . he is, Elizabeth said. The look on her face read that it has been eleven years since she saw Patrick in action.

Here, sign this, Patrick said, handing a folder and pen to his wife. Elizabeth looked down at the folder and pen. She quickly wrapped her arms around Patrick.

You’re so stupid doing something like that. Were you trying to show off or something? Elizabeth said, holding Patrick, tears coming from her eyes.

What are you talking about? Patrick said, looking away a little. I was just having fun. Elizabeth suddenly broke away and looked her husband in the eye.

You were just having fun? That was an S-rank demon! Elizabeth yelled. Patrick smiled and then started laughing. The anger left Elizabeth’s face and was shortly replaced with humor.

Just like the old days. Patrick smiled.

Except I’m not wearing an Electos cloak or using magic, Elizabeth responded. She then looked at the folder in her hand. After a little while, she signed it and handed it to Patrick.

Jacob, Patrick said handing Jacob the folder, there is a form in here, signed by me and your mother. Next year when you go to join the order, take this form with you and make sure the gatekeeper sees this form, okay? Also if you fail your first try, you can use this same form every year, okay?

Okay! Jacob said, taking the folder from his dad. Jacob’s face was filled with pride and accomplishment. Jacob and Elizabeth said goodbye to Patrick as he left for the mountaintop. They walked back as Jacob talked excitedly about what he saw that