Wings of the Ominous: The Ominous Series, #1

By Rissa Gems

*A story where celestial beings dominate the universe, from protectors to destroyers, and all life in between. One ancient celestial, in particular, creates a new bond that will shake the universe for eons, affecting all mortals and immortals alike. Wings of the Ominous is a new, ever-expanding, epic fantasy.*


When you have an eternity of time, there is little room for surprises. But for Ahzrael, new events are about to shake his everlasting life. In a universe filled with a multitude of planes, realms, and worlds, resides a group of powerful beings that observe it all. The Diuxals. They wait, century after century, for the Evils that threaten worlds across the galaxies, hungry for sentient life.

Among Ahzrael's time in the stars, an unexpected opportunity falls into his lap. He finds himself in the presence of a weakened yet powerful rival. His people want her dead. She's an abomination. But he sees a once in an eternity chance and keeps her alive. It's a chance for his people to finally rest. To quench the flames of a long war. A chance for personal redemption.

Some opportunities, however, have unforeseen, unforgiving consequences. And this intriguing ancient enemy, turned ally, has many surprises. In Ahzrael's long life, the threads of the universe have never been this uncertain.

Wings of the Ominous is the first book in The Ominous Series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Topaz Gems
• Release date: Jan 2, 2024
• ISBN: 9781737728009

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Copyright © 2021 by Rissa Gems

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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Contents

❚Prologue

1❚ A Bearer of News

2❚ A Human World

3❚The Highest Mountain

4❚The Auguratricis

5❚A Bitter Welcome

6❚A Proposal

7❚The Verdict

8❚The Prymes

9❚A Hidden Barrier

10❚A Decimated World

11❚The Introduction

12❚The Hunters and the Forest

13❚A Hall of Luminance

14❚A Strange Shift

15❚The Underground Assembly

16❚The Golden Orb

17❚A Watchful Eye

18❚A Forsaken Realm

19❚The Forgotten One

20❚The Race

21❚A Tender Stroll

22❚A Strained Briefing

23❚The Error

24❚The Alteration

25❚A Moment

26❚A Mesmerizing Force

27❚The Pulsing Light

28❚The Fog

29❚A Fiery Exchange

30❚A Show of Vigor

31❚The Consolation

32❚The Deceptive Clash

33❚A Single Eye

34❚A Breycerion Place

35❚The Looming Rain

36❚The Hearts’ Once Dawned

37❚An Invitation

38❚ A Confession

39❚ The Dance in the Stars

40❚ The Promise

41❚ A Visit

42❚ A Routine

43❚ The Story

44❚ The Palms of Light

45❚ A Humming Melody

46❚ A Speculation

47❚ The Name

48❚ The Hours Between

49❚ A Blink of Yellow

50❚ An Old Evil

51❚ The Cold Wind

52❚ The Great Birds

53❚ A Reminder

54❚ A Journey’s Descent

55❚ The Liberation

56❚ The One She Sought

57❚ A Shrilling Sky

58❚ A Horde of Chaos

❚The Ominous Glossary

WINGS OF THE OMINOUS

RISSA GEMS

Book 1

The Ominous Series

❚Prologue

"P lease , I'm s-s-sorry... It was a mistake, p-p-please." The hunter held himself up on quivering knees, his moist eyes struggling to see before him. The trickling rain streamed down his ashen-pale cheeks, but they could not mask the tears that so fiercely escaped his eyes.

A low, taunting chuckle was the response to his pleas. The tall, slender figure began circling him, her movement’s sensual and steady. The company of night assisted in keeping her appearance hidden. A large hood shielded her entire face, revealing nothing in its shadows. And her long, raven cloak trailed behind her while her sharp heels barely made a sound against the concrete.

The hunter shivered as his eyes followed her, his head twitching to her every slow, daunting step. Although he was gripped with fear, he squinted his eyes, desperately trying to sneak a peek at the fearsome winged power he had so recently hunted. It was rare for a hunter to become prey, reversing the roles.

I swear, he began, clearing his throat in hope to steady his words, no one else knows. We-we were the only ones.

Her stalking came to a halt in front of him. Thick shadows still concealed her identity.

We were fools to attack you, he confessed, stealing a glance at the lifeless bodies of his mates scattered around the vacant park. Some laid along the pavement, while others met their demise on the brown-turning grass.

Before his eyes, their forms began to trickle apart. The dismantling of their bodies was unsettling yet familiar, like the crushing of leaves in autumn, withering away from the flesh until it was shattered into specks of smoky dust. Their remains disappeared into the cool, night air, forgotten and erased from this world for all eternity. An after-effect of being eliminated by the hand of an Inusir.

The hunter's gut clenched as he felt sharp pains, like daggers, slashing about his insides. His chest felt tight and his modified heart was beating faster than a human mind could process.

No one else knows, you say? the Inusir whispered, her voice sensual, with an undertone that could kill.

The hunter seemed shocked to hear the Inusir speak, nevertheless, he responded. No one.

A shame, the Inusir sighed. I was hoping for more toys.

Please. I know now, your power is un-unlike anything I... He slowly raised his shaky arms towards her in a display of surrender. S-sorry I am, p-please... His cool-blue eyes still flooded with desperate tears.

She stood, silent, her face completely hidden. With trembling hands, the hunter swiped at his eyes, hoping to clear the view. How was it that the shadows seemed even darker around her face? An unnatural abyss. Was there a face at all?

The rain’s droplets increased, racing to meet the pace of his heart. It was almost comforting, the familiar sounds around him. Almost.

Please, he muttered once more. I-I’m sorr—

And in the shadows of her hood, a bright grin emerged.

In a flash, the hunter gasped from an unexpected force. He was raised several feet off the ground, carried by a gloved hand that gripped the neck of his shirt. He was now up close and far too personal with the hooded predator.

Sorry? spoke the Inusir, low, chilling.

He nodded, fast. She gave a closed smirk, her enviable lips reaching one corner of her mouth. Her smile that was far too visible to him beneath the dark shades of her hood. And suddenly, he wished for those shadows again.

Oh, how I hate that word. In an instant, she took her fist and pierced it through his chest, shattering his rib cage. A harsh grunt left his lips at the sudden penetration. She shifted her hand inside, gently gripping the moist, delicateness of his heart.

His eyes protruded in shock. He slowly peered his head down at the sight of her entire hand buried deep inside him. Gurgles of choking sounds rumbled from his throat as he looked back at her with bloodshot eyes, while drops of blood splattered from his already wet mouth.

She beamed now, and in one swift move, her grip tightened, nails puncturing the threads that held the beating organ before ripping it out of his chest. His eyes were wide open, the final expression of shock paralyzing his face. Soon after, his body became limp, and his head dangled towards the side.

She released him right away, letting his body fall to the ground, already bored with the whole thing. She still held his heart in her other hand, the thick liquid seeping down her gloved wrist and arm. The organ was still beating, weakly, but beating.

The Inusir raised it towards her face, its warmth and unique smell engulfing her. She squeezed hard, and the heart squelched between her fingers, fresh blood seeping down.

She smiled.

But her joy was soon interrupted. She dropped the heart next to the lifeless hunter as she felt a presence stalking towards her from behind until their steps came to a stop.

With heightened senses, she inspected their energy. They were human but... special. She could feel the power radiating from their presence, though it was a power unmatched with hers.

Ahh, seems my night of fun is not yet over, the Inusir purred.

Your murderous days are finished, said the soft-spoken yet stern voice. This earned the Inusir another grin.

You are either valiant... or quite stupid, the Inusir taunted, turning around as her long mantle swayed with her. My guess is the latter.

The Inusir was met with a shorter appearance, a woman. She wore a long, dark coat, though without a hood and presented a weary yet determined face. Thin lines trailed down the corners of the woman’s mouth, the only aging feature in her otherwise youthful face. But even the Inusir knew this woman possessed far more years.

The stranger raised her arm as small pearls of lights, a vivid purple, glowed from her fingertips.

Is that supposed to harm me? asked the Inusir, laughter in her voice. She watched the light growing brighter, its shine illuminating the surrounding area. But fear was absent within her.

I am no fool. I know you cannot be killed. At least not by someone of my rank, the stranger responded. Her auburn hair, streaked with lines of silver, began to flow in a rising wind.

The Inusir smiled, intrigued. Oh? She took a step forward, steadily closing the wide gap. "Tell me, child, what is it you intend to do with those shining fingers?"

What took me centuries to perfect, the stranger muttered. She stood firm, her legs almost a foot apart. The glowing in her fingers brightened. Her hand seemed to quiver, but there was nothing but determination in her stone-gray eyes.

Enlighten me, the Inusir replied, excitement in her tone. With each step, the Inusir's height gradually increased with swelling intimidation.

Suddenly, the eyes of the mysterious woman turned orchid, almost violet, shining in an ominous glow. You will remember none of all you are and all you have done, the stranger began, her dainty voice growing in tone. You will murder no more, and you will live free from evil. The air thickened, and a force brewed within the breeze as the wind rattled nearby bushes and trees. The moving current of a nearby lake amplified with steady rising waves.

"Auguratricis," the Inusir murmured to herself. Away was the smirk and excitement as her lips pressed together. Rage engrossed her. In an instant, massive obsidian wings erupted from her back. They were stronger than any known metal on Earth, with edges rigid and sharper than the finest swords.

The stranger before her was a stranger no more, but an Auguratricis, or an Augura, as they were more commonly known. The Inusir knew all too well what was happening, for it happened to her kind before. Once. Eons ago. But any time was too much.

I expel all that you know! shouted the Augura, feeding on the power of nature around her.

A fiery blue glare could be seen beneath the shadows of the Inusir's hood as she elevated herself, hovering feet above the ground. A sinister hiss left the Inusir's throat while she surged the power within her to full force. She would make this Augura regret her entire existence.

A bright, silver light glowed from within her hood as the Inusir’s power began to reach the surface. She prepared her body to strike at full unrelenting force, wings ready for the charge. With a loud shriek, piercing enough to burst eardrums, she rushed towards the imprudent Augura. Mere centimeters from the Augura's throat, she was knocked several meters back by a powerful flash.

A loud screech left the Inusir's chest as she slammed to the ground. The earth shuddered as the weight of her power destroyed the wet grass and shattered the nearby pavement to bits.

The Augura held her hand forward, aiming a bright violet light that punctured the Inusir's body, who thrashed about upon the ground. The Augura continued to speak, though now in foreign words not of this world.

The Inusir scowled. The words were not foreign to her. She threw her hands to her head, digging her now extended nails into the sides of her skull as she hissed in pain. She felt a force tearing into her mind, while she fought hard to claw it away. Her power was surprisingly powerless, for the Augura's intent was not to execute... but to erase.

With every bit of strength, the Inusir pushed through this invisible force, turning her head towards the Augura, meeting her glowing purple eyes.

The Augura looked to be in a deep trance, but her focus was apparent. Trails of dark liquid flowed down her nostrils while bloodstained tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hand was quivering fiercely now, but the Augura did not waiver.

Your life, the Inusir started, furious and hard. Will. Be. Mine! she roared, her voice bellowing against the earth beneath her. On my kind, I swear it. I will dest- Words cut short, her head collapsed to the ground, and heavy wings fell to her sides with a booming thud.

The winds halted, the trees stilled, and the rain eased.

The Augura's hand dropped to her side as she hunched forward, almost falling. She caught herself, placing her shuddering hands upon her knees.

She glanced down as she watched droplets of crimson leave her nose, falling to the ground. She felt warm fluid seeping out of her ringing ears. Her breathing was heavy, her heart fighting to steady her lungs. The droplets from her nose continued, one by one falling upon her hand or passing it, hitting the pavement. With a heavy head, she forced herself to raise it as she brought her hands to her face. With the back of her hand, she swiped beneath her nose, smearing deep red along her ivory skin.

Finally, she looked ahead. She examined the scene a few paces from her as a weak but hopeful smile crept upon her red-rose lips.

Massive, black wings rose and fell slowly as if breathing or trying to wake the insentient being.

The body of the hunter had long vanished, leaving the unconscious and defeated Inusir as the only physical vessel on the ground.

Grinning, the Augura mustered up as much strength as she could, straining through the ache, and raised her hand once more. But sudden dizziness followed, forcing her hands back on her knees. Through the ringing in her ears, she could hear the frantic beat of her heart. Her balance wavered and she fell to one knee, catching herself with her other hand. Reaching for that strength again, she raised her heavy head toward the dark sky and muttered one word, Raly, then collapsed on the wet pavement.

1❚ A Bearer of News

Great   bangs thundered across the ground as a body slammed upon it, the forceful impact trembling the earth. Ahzrael's intense, golden eyes observed the scene that unfolded a tremendous distance from him.

Standing tall, pure power exuded from the superior Diuxal, beings almost as old as the stars, while he remained still as a mountain. The only thing that moved was his eyes, shifting side to side, while he watched the other two Diuxals from afar.

They were oblivious to his presence, as he made sure he was unnoticed. He always enjoyed watching his warriors during downtime, sharpening their skills that would never wane. It was one of the few things that still satisfied him in this infinite life.

The sounds the duo made took little effort for him to hear, even from this great distance. Watching them, he could see the fine details of their appearance as if they were standing right in front of him. One of them fell to the ground, and Ahzrael enhanced his focus even more to get a clearer view.

He watched a hand come sweeping down, but the fallen body dashed away with whirlwind speed, springing to his feet. Beneath the peach and lavender sky, the two Diuxals stood at full height, staring at one another.

A showdown.

Ahzrael’s eyes shifted to the other one, Sirone. She was shorter in stature, standing with a cunning smirk etched on her face. Her crimson hair flowed backward, twirling with the wind. Eyes like honey met with her competitor; Nirus, staring him down, refusing to blink.

The gentle glow of their world's light gleamed over their bodies, highlighting the ivory markings engraved beneath their skin. The terrain was still, and the winds halted as if the land was bracing itself for the next impact. The two Diuxals remained feet apart, continuing to observe one another, patiently waiting for one to make their maneuver.

Sirone took one step to the side, followed by another, in a slow and steady half-circle. Her white pants, like leather, clung to her thin but strong legs perfectly. There were silver plates over her thighs that ran down her calves, gleaming in the light. A tight copper and white vest adorned her upper section, revealing only parts of a smooth beige complexion. The metallic vest hugged her body close, as if it were a part of her skin. A slight shadow defined her toned arms, as she held them flexed and ready, preparing each muscle for the brawl. Fierce eyes remained fixated on her taller opponent, who wore an impish grin.

Does fear delay you? asked Nirus, his low voice filled with taunt.

Ahzrael chuckled to himself as he watched Nirus incite her, far from surprised by his words. He crossed his large arms together, continuing to observe.

There was a mischievous smile on Nirus’ lips while awaiting her response. Shiny strings along his waistline hung loose and would dangle against fawn trousers each time he took a single step. His arms wore bands tougher than iron, submerged and shielded in gold that tailored perfectly around his wrist, just as Sirone’s.

The world’s light glazed upon their bands, shimmering its flawless beauty. Several symbols were carved into those golden bands, though the markings were uniquely diverse from the two, as they were for all Diuxals.

Well? Nirus asked, eyeing Sirone.

Never, she responded, her voice easy, yet hard. Her steady steps took a halt upon the grass' vibrant gold.

Gradually, a white glow shimmered around her frame, illuminating her figure in the presence of misty smoke. The grass beneath her feet began to rustle around her.

Good, Nirus replied. His own iridescent light outlined his toned physique with a steady rising force.

In an instant, they charged at one another, equal in speed and power. They collided with supreme strength, enough to send a minor shockwave, meters in diameter.

Swiftness was their skill. They were blurs of speed within the wind. Arms charged forward, legs dodged left and right. Long, deep red hair whirled around, spinning about her opponent, avoiding his blows. A large hand came rushing towards her frame, but her reflexes were too quick, too powerful as her forearm tossed it aside.

Her legs hurried behind him, climbing up his back as she flipped forward, rolling his body down. A hard bang shuddered the land once more while she stood tall, her boot pressing down on the chest of her opponent. Nirus’ eyes flared a piercing yellow, a wide grin plastered on his face. Heavy breathing filled the air while her now glowing eyes stared down in triumph.

Ahzrael’s mouth tilted into a hint of a smirk, barely. Concluding the battle was over, he decided to present himself and greet his fellow companions. He marched over the fresh grass, each step filled with grace and strength as he approached the pair.

Well done. The sound of his deep, prevailing voice surpassed their heavy breathing.

The red-haired Diuxal turned to him, flashing a smile at his presence.

Ahzrael's robust arms were now crossed behind his back as he steadily sauntered towards the scene of the two Diuxals, still in the same position. His heightened stature and impressive physique ignited the power he adorned in each step he took.

Suddenly, a gasp left Sirone’s lips as her legs were kicked out from under her, sending her falling hard on her back.

Her former opponent now stood over her, his sturdy boot resting against her shoulder. Now that's more like it, a hearty chuckle escaped Nirus’ throat while he watched the figurine beauty glare at him.

Clearly Ahzrael was meant to distract me, she said, teasingly glaring up towards her adversary who removed his boot. Her eyes followed his hand that reached out to her, but she smacked it aside and swiftly brought herself to her feet.

The fault is not on me, Ahzrael said as he looked at them. The two who commonly fought against one another in their own version of sparring.

Ahzrael watched the ever-youthful Diuxal saunter towards him with a warm smile until she was standing before him, mere inches away. Her slender fingers slid past his broad shoulders, lingering for a moment before she pulled her arm away and crossed it over her chest.

Ahzrael nodded, returning the common greeting as both of their golden bands glimmered in response. He noticed her smile at him, warm, her eyes seeming unable to hold his intense gaze for too long. The calm breeze fluttered past her, passing along her scent.

Instantly, he was overcome by her idyllic aroma. She reminded him of the overpowering scent that came from the mountains in the north, pleasant and strong.

"The fault is always on you," Sirone teased, smiling as she stepped away from him.

He said nothing, smirking, his vibrant ocher eyes watching her as she turned from him.

I'm needed elsewhere. She slightly lowered her head in a bow, a teasing grin on her lips. Ahzrael fought a tired grin and nodded in return. He disliked it whenever they bowed to him, even in jest.

She then strolled past Nirus with a roll of her eyes. Nirus chuckled, shaking his head as he headed towards Ahzrael.

Sirone continued, her wavy hair swaying as she walked. She did not show any urgency, wandering away when she could simply blink her way there. She seemed to be heading towards their great acropolis, one of the many and main strongholds Diuxals possessed.

The pristine tower stretched high into the sky. Wide as it was tall, two sides of the assembly curved upwards into a triangular tilt at the top. Each side leaned into one another as if coming to touch but ended meters apart. Its silver-gray appeared a light gold beneath the sky as if hinting the true beauty it held inside.

While Sirone walked off, Nirus faced Ahzrael and greeted him with a slight bow before raising his forearm towards him. They pressed their golden bands together in a show of solidarity.

Ahzrael's band was thicker and longer, shielding further up his arm. He stood almost a foot taller than Nirus, towering over most of his clan. In his truest form, he was even greater.

He turned around, with Nirus by his side, as they sauntered along the grass, towards the edge of the land before it dipped down towards the mighty sea.

Bronze-golden locks swayed along his shoulders and chest as he walked, his head faced in one direction. I take it the hunt was successful? Ahzrael asked, his deep voice firm.

Nirus threw him a glance before looking back towards the violet streaked horizon. Swift and easy. He released a tedious sigh. Too easy. But they're in their cages.

Good. Ahzrael kept his attention forward, his mind pondering. Nirus stood next to him, quiet.

Every few decades, Ahzrael would send out a few Diuxals or so to find and eliminate strifs who had gone rogue in unprotected worlds. Strifs who escaped the chains of their scorching realm with the sole purpose of harming other life forms. For his people, it was a small way to pass the time.

Usually, the hunters from Earth would take care of this threat, until the threat reached boundaries beyond a hunter’s reach. Or they were no hunters present in the first place. But strifs were a minuscule part of Diuxals’ problems. There were greater, darker forces across the stars with one sole purpose: to bring nothing but torment.

Ahzrael's brows arched into a weary expression, while golden eyes scanned their home, his chiseled jaw clenched tight. Beige skin with warm golden undertones glowed beneath the sky's light.

He scanned the vibrant grass that stretched to the edge of the land until it curved downwards into a cliff that surrounded them miles around. At first glance, one could mistake it for a deep and unforgiving abyss. But with closer observation, one would discover the mighty flowing violet sea.

Ahzrael glanced towards the sky. The colors were changing now, from its light purple and orange hue to a solemn cobalt blue. He felt it spoke to him, acknowledging his weariness with empathy.

How's Sirone? Nirus asked, jest in his tone.

This earned a brief chuckle from Ahzrael. Was she not just here?

Maybe I need a reminder, Nirus teased.

Ahzrael released a heavy sigh, his eyes glowing a faint amber light. She is- his words were intervened when he sensed a presence rapidly moving behind him.

He jolted around, faced with a whiff of white mist that formed into a male Diuxal. The Diuxal stopped just feet before Ahzrael, a stern gaze on his face above the layer of distress he wore beneath.

Ahzrael could see through this façade with ease but would mention none of it. His eyes transformed, arching into a severity that meant business.

Pryme Ahzrael. Nirus. Pardon the intrusion, the Diuxal announced, bowing. This Diuxal was a messenger, slightly shorter than Nirus, though displayed a form of lean power and endurance. His posture was calm but there was a slither of urgency coated across his expression.

What is it, Onyx? Ahzrael questioned. He moved towards him, power in each step while he towered over the anxious messenger.

A sighting... Onyx paused. He glanced at Nirus who stood with questioning eyes, then back to Ahzrael, of an Inusir, he finished.

A burst of loud, boisterous laughter left Nirus. "An Inusir? Nirus repeated, shaking his head. Madness! We would've sensed its energy."

The messenger cleared his throat, making eye contact with Ahzrael who remained composed. Ahzrael stood, awaiting further elaboration.

I recognize how this may sound, but it has been reported that an Inusir has not only been sighted but is... incapacitated.

Nirus let out an exasperated sigh, peering his gaze to Ahzrael in astonishment. He turned his head back, walking towards Onyx. "Does logic escape you? Inusirs would never freely allow themselves to be seen, let alone be found incapacitated," Nirus said. Truth supported his words, for such allegations could not be taken lightly.

Ahzrael kept quiet. His harsh glare was enough to shiver the messenger's glance away. He inhaled a deep breath, analyzing Onyx as if reading to see if what he spoke was the truth.

Onyx would have no use or desire in presenting false intelligence for it would do him no good. If the information were false, however, Ahzrael knew it would not have come from Onyx, and so would begin a hunt for the real perpetrator.

From whom did you receive this report? Ahzrael questioned, his composure firm, his arms tensed at his sides.

The hunters of Via Lactea, the messenger answered, assurance in his tone. Indirectly, of course. My essence pointed me towards the speculation circulating among them. A great loss has befallen them. My essence has never failed me.

You believe this? Nirus asked.

The known presence of an Inusir was a rare occurrence. And Diuxals failing to sense its presence was even rarer. But that was only in the case of deceased Inusirs whose power sent signals across the universe as it drained away. The last report of an injured Inusir dated back about one-hundred millennia, and a deceased Inusir more than ninety ehkon. To say this information sparked Ahzrael's curiosity would be a grave understatement.

And they witnessed this? With their own eyes? asked Ahzrael.

No, the messenger sighed and Nirus scoffed. "But their suspicions are real. Something happened there. And if these whispers were loud enough to reach our ears—"

Then we may not be the only ones who’ve heard, said Ahzrael. We must see for ourselves, quickly.

Deep down, he knew there had to be some truth to this or the hunters of Via Lactea better have a sensible explanation for such fabrications.

Ahzrael turned to his long-time friend, a brother. Retrieve Sirone and the others. I'll travel to Via Lactea. You will find me once I signal you, he ordered, a swelling power resonating in his voice.

Nirus nodded immediately, seeming to take notice of the severity of his tone. This was a situation not to jest with.

Nirus moved past the messenger, and in a flash, he dashed away, leaving a ghost of his presence in the form of white smoke. Its mistiness was drawn away by the steady winds before fully vanishing into the air.

Ahzrael moved face to face with the messenger, his chest heaving up and down slowly. The adrenaline within him ached to reach the surface at the thought of facing off against an Inusir. But before he planned to fight, he first had to make sure the story ran on pure facts.

Ahzrael glared at Onyx. In which world was it spotted? he asked.

The world of the humans.

2❚ A Human World

Via Lactea . A vast formation of stars formed into a galaxy where thousands of worlds reside within, one of which is the home of the humans. Their small world was a minor speck among thousands of creations, though it made them no less important.

The hunters of Via Lactea patrolled this tiny section of the galaxy. In the shadows, they protected ordinary mortals from forces they were unable to defend themselves from.

But sometimes, an enemy is too powerful for the hunters. Or young, naïve hunters believe they can tackle headfirst any dark force that comes their way. Once they experienced that revelation that they were not invincible and certainly not the highest rank across the stars, it was too late. They became a consequence to be made an example of. Ahzrael predicted a new example may have been recently made. 

He stood firmly upon the grass, still as a statue. Naturally, he reduced his height to better fit the scale of this world. And still, he towered around two feet over every adult human bustling around him. If his god-like, enigmatic appearance were not enough to draw attention, his immense height would be the taker, stealing the show from whatever gripped the humans’ attention from the tiny devices most of them held.

Fortunately, he remained concealed from all human eyes. A power possessed by his kind, to be seen only when desired, which was nearly never when it came to the humans. Concealing themselves was as natural as blinking.

Ahzrael's long waves of hair danced with the wind, his stern eyes glaring towards one area of the large park. He observed the zone from afar, the rims of his cornea a gleaming amber. If the report was false, he would be able to discredit it immediately. But the growing light in his eyes said otherwise.

Onyx, the messenger, was a few feet behind him, his back straight in a serious composure.

Ahzrael closed his eyes, lips together, and remained still. Gentle vibrations tickled beneath his feet. He felt a pull, aching to guide him towards a tremendous power. Within a moment, his eyes shot open. He flashed towards the edge of the park, near a lake.

He halted once he reached the crisp grass. Onyx followed but stopped a few feet away, giving Ahzrael his space.

All around the park, the grass was a murky green shifting into a dead brown. One particular spot, however, was darkened, a large shape indented into the ground at least one foot deep. But there was one problem—a missing body.

He bent down, leaning his mighty weight on powerful legs and feet. His eyes felt warm, and he knew they now glared a piercing gold.

The power resonating from the ground was still strong and it completely consumed him as he allowed it entry. He had to be undeniably certain of the Inusir’s lost presence, and this was the way to do it.

Ahzrael peered his head up, scanning the rest of the park. He shot his gaze towards the sections of grassy earth where he sensed other hunters once were before they faded into nothingness. Though their bodies were gone, he could pinpoint exactly where each of them fell.

Surrounding him, the humans continued to wander, jogging around with their energetic canines back and forth, obliviously frolicking through a death scene.

His eyes moved towards the indentation where he felt the lost existence of another dead hunter. The work of the Inusir.

It was here, Ahzrael spoke. His tone did not require a response, only a listening ear. A strange feeling in his abdomen bubbled, anxious, eager. He needed to find it, now.

He heard a minor misstep in Onyx’s stance, so quiet it could have been easily missed by a normal human ear.

Ahzrael released a deep breath, shutting his eyes. With concentration, he spoke through his mind, sending out a signal without uttering a single word.

Moments later, several brushes of mist appeared nearby. He felt the sharp haste of wind as a familiar set of energies accompanied him. He opened his eyes to see Sirone, Nirus, and a few other Diuxals materializing near him; all of whom were wearing similar golden bands around their forearms.

Their brows were arched, their gazes anxious as they approached the kneeling Diuxal. Nirus reached him first and paused as he looked over the dampened mud.

An Inusir, Nirus breathed, sauntering around the depression. Well that explains why we didn't sense it, damn thing is still out there. There was a soft chuckle that escaped him, though not a lick of humor present. Sirone wore a similar expression, but it was vaguely matched with fear and uncertainty.

And the hunters... she mentioned, glancing around the park. The humans continued their stroll, while some rested on nearby benches, daydreaming near the lake.

Ahzrael remained in his kneeled position as he continued to study the ground. The report may have been correct, but there was still that one dilemma.

Where could it have gone? Sirone asked, looking down towards Ahzrael for guidance.

He inhaled deeply, shutting out the presence of his clan as he silenced his mind. A faint, silver light began to outline his firm arms, spreading towards his massive frame. Soon, he'd begin the dreadful bond with the Inusir's residue power. Soon, he would feel the shrill pains piercing him at all sides. 

He gritted his teeth, sensing what felt like flames scorching through his insides. Falling to his arms, he supported his weight when his feet could no longer do so on their own. The consequence of attempting to engage with the power of an Inusir. But it was necessary. And an action normal Diuxals may not be able to bear, let alone succeed in accomplishing.

The others observed silently, while Nirus moved closer to Sirone. Sirone started to reach a hand towards Ahzrael's shoulder, but her soft hand was halted midair. Nirus looked at her, shaking his head while slowly pulling her hand away.

Ahzrael moved to his knees, the armor over his legs flexing and bending with him. The ground began to shudder beneath him in a steady, calm pace. He lifted his head, barely keeping his eyes open.

One human with short ebony hair, tall and lean, brushed past Ahzrael and Nirus, almost stepping over the depression. Nirus paid him no mind, as to the human, they could see no alteration to the land.

Shooting stabs of pains continued to abuse Ahzrael, giving him no relief, no mercy. He was tapping into powers he had no business with. He was playing with something that was not meant for him nor his kind.

He shut his eyes again, feeling his power aching to stop the connection, but he pushed through the burning. His fist was unrelenting, knuckles tight like they would pierce through his skin from the unyielding pressure.

Then, there it was. A feeling. He rushed towards this sensation in hopes of catching it to end his suffering. The feeling was fighting him, defending itself from his advances, but Ahzrael pushed on. He was never one to surrender. Whether the battle was physical or mental, he would not yield. He could see nothing but darkness, but it was the feeling that he relied on for the answers he sought.

The land that quaked suddenly stopped. The straws of grass came to a pause, and the tiny pebbles of dirt went still. The pain pulled away, diminishing its hold. Ahzrael opened his eyes, revealing a shimmering golden hue. He stared forward, looking at no one in particular.

It's still in this world, he said. Rising to his feet, a low grunt left his lips as the burning gradually left but was still present enough to affect him. As reported, it's incapacitated.

Sirone's eyes expanded. Lehvien, she whispered in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me."

Nirus let out a disbelieving chuckle. Incapacitated yet still able to travel, he said, shaking his head. Must still have its wings. We need to find it.

Ahzrael didn't look at either of them, his gaze was fixated on an empty spot in his sight. Mountains, he started, everyone staring at him. In its surprising defeat, it fled. But the Inusir is weakened, which is why it has not yet left this world.

An Inusir's power was unmistakably high and loyal to its owner, even an impaired Inusir still carried great strength.

Ahzrael began walking around the dampened ground. He came to a stop a few feet away as the other Diuxals watched him in silence. He raised his head towards the light gray skies, watching the outline of the sun trying to peek through the breadth of clouds. The highest mountains in this world. We will find it there.

He glanced back at the dampened print, as low waves of energy could be felt brushing along his strong skin. His brows narrowed; jaw clenched. Pure determination radiated from his energy.

Finally, he looked towards his clan, giving them a slight nod. They did the same, preparing for the leave.

With such a force, Ahzrael dashed to the left, his mighty build dissipating into the air. He would leave behind a silvery-white smoke floating towards the direction he took off in.

Almost instantly, his body reformed, slamming down onto a white glittering surface. He landed with his knees bent, his heavy feet buried in the frigid snow. His head was tilted downwards, long dangling hair gleaming in the setting sun, far at the horizon. His eyes peered up first, his head following. A reasonable distance away was the peak of the massive mountain. And behind the faint mist laid a still, dark shape.

A moment passed, and the snow scattered around him, swirling into the air as the others appeared.

Nirus walked to Ahzrael's side, glancing up in the same direction. I'll be damned, he muttered, a laughable sigh leaving his lips.

Sirone was motionless, a soft gasp leaving her. The power... she exhaled.

Ahzrael glanced at her for a moment. He knew it was her first time being in such proximity to an Inusir, or any proximity at all. He felt its power as well, they all did. But with such great power, it laid limp, and he needed to know why.

With me, he ordered. And in a whiff, he dashed towards the crown of the mountain.

3❚The Highest Mountain

Dormant.   Immobile. Near lifeless. The Inusir laid, its enormous wings embracing its body in a protective obsidian cocoon.

Ahzrael was a short stretch away, his eyes narrowing while he approached the Inusir with pure attentiveness. As he extended his right hand outward, a bright flash pierced down from the sky in a thin cylinder of light. In his hand appeared a long, curved dagger, almost as thick as his forearm, that he gripped before it fell to the ground.

Oziren. The name he'd given the blessed dagger. The fierce blade, birthed from a silver-flamed orb, and sent from the high skies of Vae'lon. It was as long as his arm but smaller than their average swords, with a reputation of destruction slithering down its shaft.

Oziren scarcely left Ahzrael's side. They were one. And through Ahzrael, Oziren slew with no mercy, felling the forgotten lives of damned creatures, sending them into oblivion or the agonizing pits of the forsaken world. It was a blade meant to destroy, and it was one of the few weapons known that could potentially decimate an Inusir.

Ahzrael touched the hilt, feeling over the carved base of his sacred blade. A tame flare of vitality emanated from Oziren, gliding its way into Ahzrael's hand. A reunited bond.

He felt the presence of the other Diuxals surround the area in a developing circle. But his eyes remained on the winged power, not daring to risk a glance elsewhere.

Taking a vigilant step forward, the sounds of snow crunched beneath the ridges of his boot. Gradually, he crouched his body down, shoulders tensed, knees taking on his full weight.

Another step, followed by the same crunching sound, he could feel it again. A recognizable power he experienced at the park moments ago. Only this time it was drastically heightened. Waves of the Inusir's intense energy rippled the air like scorching heat in the middle of a desert.

The closer he moved, the more he felt the resistance. The Inusir's power was rebellious, fighting all of them as the Diuxals gradually broke in. It was Ahzrael's first time experiencing such a feeling, such an intensity.

Other encounters with Inusirs were similar, but their power did not resist nearly as much. He assumed it was because they were conscious and in control at the time. Or so he could remember, for it had been several hundred millennia since he was in such proximity to one. Elusive beings they were, yet no strangers to chaos.

Ahzrael sustained his wary stalk, steadily pushing through the powerful barrier. For a moment, it surprised him that the pain was not as potent as before, though a similar pressure remained. This time, the feeling resembled a hurricane wind gusting towards him with full force. If he were human or any other simpler being, he would've been heaved over the mountainside by now.

When he finally pierced the barrier, it was like a cruel tear had been cut. The force diminished, retreating all of itself into the Inusir's body. In a sanctuary.

With this tear, the others pushed in, then held back as they waited for his order. Ahzrael stopped just over the Inusir. He stood tall in all his gallantry and vigor, glaring down at the body with a blend of curiosity and hatred. He needed to study this scene, examine it thoroughly. It was not every day the universe handed them such a being, and he needed to understand why.

Nirus glanced between Ahzrael and the Inusir, settling on Ahzrael. How the—how did this come to be? Nirus asked. The tone of his voice hypothetical. An occurrence like this... the rarity. His eyes moved to Ahzrael's hand on Oziren.

Ahzrael's focus remained set on the Inusir. His gaze scanned its still body. Its colossal wings, thick and strong, the edges like freshly sharpened blades. The wings were black as night, but even in its darkness, he noticed patterns and markings imprinted on the wings. They whirled down in decisive lines and shapes. He inhaled a deep, silent breath. If the circumstances were different, and Inusirs weren't such a menace, he might even admit it was strangely... enchanting.

But the circumstance was not different. This being was no friend to the Diuxals, defenseless or not. His fingers still gripped the hilt of Oziren, feeling the bonding power vibrating between them. He glanced towards the bottom of its wings, faintly noting black fabric that laid over the snow. It appeared to be a cloak of some kind, and he assumed beneath those wings was one of the many forms the Inusir wore.

Studying the body further, he arched his brows in deep concentration. The curiosity that spurred in him brought about other thoughts, other wonders. His intense eyes scanned up and down as if it were examining its interior structure.

Then, he felt a bolt of an epiphany shoot through his core. His jaw clenched, his interest reaching an entirely new level. He never witnessed an Inusir in such a vulnerable state, but he remembered learning of a similar report. One that dated back ninety ehkon, when the humans were still in their infancy yet more aware of the creatures of the universe. And here, right in front of him, it appeared to have happened again. 

Auguratricis, he said to himself, chuckling in disbelief.

What is it, brother? Nirus asked, coming around the Inusir to stand near him.

Ahzrael scanned the Inusir again and again as if the realization was going to change. He looked up at his fellow Diuxals, their glowing eyes of blues, whites, and greens trained on him. This is the work of an Augura, he announced. Low whispers and muttering followed his revelation.

He studied their expressions. Most of them seemed staggered and incredulous. They all knew about the reports of one supposed Augura who incapacitated an Inusir in the distant past, but no Diuxal had ever verified such a case with their own eyes. Thus, putting the stories to rest.

Sirone stepped forward, glancing down at the flaccid body with a sly look of repugnance. An Augura? But they cannot wield such power, she noted as another Diuxal stood by her side, peering at the Inusir.

Times have changed, perhaps we’ve been distant from the Auguras for too long, one Diuxal commented, her dark blue eyes passing between Ahzrael and Sirone.

Why would an Augura want to do this, and how? Are there not risks? asked another. His thick brows were furrowed with strict concern. Unlike Sirone, he did not attempt to hide his abhorrence and disdain when observing the body.

"Forget the Augura. What must we do with... this?" Sirone asked. Misty air left her lips as she exhaled a deep breath, studying the rare scene before her.

Execution. That's what we do. The Augura just made it easier, Nirus boasted, eagerly treading onward. His hand went to the blade at his side before pausing and reaching for the longsword on his back instead.

He glimpsed over at Ahzrael. We know you will finish the job, but we can still get a few in. Nirus' tone heaved confidence and excitement. His anxious fingers gripped around the handle of the sword, preparing to remove it from its constraints.

The mumblings among the Diuxals grew, becoming riled up to put down the Inusir. Ahzrael placed his hand over Nirus' closed fist, halting any further release.

No, Ahzrael muttered, but it was loud enough to reach all ears. Fiery glances shot his way.

"No? Nirus questioned, bewildered. Brother, our opportunity is now. Earth’s sun would die before we get another chance like this. We're talking about an Inusir, not some trivial dark spawn. This will send a message."

Ahzrael slowly raised his head, a sly grin on his face as a cunning plan formulated in his mind. You're right, Nirus. This is an opportunity. He looked at Nirus, then Sirone, then the handful of Diuxals among him. This is an opportunity for us to strengthen our might. His voice slightly elevated, power rising from his throat.

Enquiring eyes watched him as if trying to find an understanding. Some would dart concerning