666 - Devil's Due Part 2/2 (Patreon)

"Don't be afraid, I am here," Blake consoled Sherene. "We will be home soon."

Sherene nodded as she calmed down and she looked out of the viewports, seeing a world of storm and lightning. The decks of the wing ship vibrated and together, a dull series of booms could be felt and heard as the turrets of the wing ship unleashed a barrage of cannon fire at a large fast approaching piece of floating rock.

"This storm feels so... evil," Sherene shuddered as she saw the rock get blown into smaller pieces and pelted the magical barriers of the wing ship. "It just feels so wrong..."

Blake nodded as he joined Sherene in looking outside. "I have never seen nor heard anything like this until I came here."

"Could this be a legacy of the Gods?" Blake asked as he wanted to stop Sherene from thinking about her nightmares. "It is just too large to be a natural occurrence."

"Maybe, Magister Thorn would have more theories about this," Sherene replied. "He would love to research this."

"Yes, he did mention a few of his theories to me before," Blake smiled as he recalled the old elf's excited expression as he started a discussion about the End Zone. "He theorized that this storm ring is what keeps the magic on the New World."

"And the floating rocks flying inside the upper levels of the clouds were most likely remnants of some land that had shattered during the divine wars."

"I see," Sherene replied. As she continued to watch the outside views, she suddenly frowned when a flash of lightning lit up the skies and a shadowy figure could briefly be seen on one of the larger pieces of the floating rocks. But it was gone before she could take another look.

She rubbed her eyes and leaned back on her seat, thinking that she must be too tired and with the lightning and gloomy clouds outside, her eyes must have been playing tricks on her. How could there be anyone capable to live in such a deadly environment that high up in the storm?

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Rain pelted down heavily against the leathery skin of the winged humanoid being that crouched on a large piece of rock. Despite the strong winds and dangers of lightning strikes, it seemed unaffected by the raging storm as its yellow eyes stared unflinchingly at the strange triangle shaped object that flew very fast in the storm. The creature had observed several similar objects that passed through the storm for the past few circles and was very curious about it.

It wondered if it contained more of those yummy fleshy beings that appeared in a flying island many many circles ago. It started to salivate at the thought and it wanted to get closer to find out but it knew that that flying triangle was too fast for its skeletal wings to catch up.

It had experimented with different ways of getting closer, but the strange object seemed to have very powerful magic as it destroyed any pieces of floating rocks it had sent its way over, killing many of its brethren. It crashed the rock underneath its skinny legs in frustration as it watched another rock filled with its brethren get destroyed by its powerful magic and the flying object quickly disappeared from sight.

It hammered the ground once more, vowing in its blackened heart that one day, it would capture that object and hopefully, it would be filled with many many fleshy beings and it will feast to its fill! Thinking about it, made its hunger rise and it crawled its way into a hole in the flying rock. Inside were filled with rotting corpses and it grabbed the nearest and started feasting on the rotting flesh of the corpse.

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Unknown to the crew and passengers of the wing ship, Vector One Five, they dozed off in the passenger cabins and cargo hull, blissfully unaware of the danger they almost encountered. The gunners manning the turrets even joked and made bets on who will score the next hit of the flying rocks that came their way.

The pilots continued on their routine checks and hours later, the wing ship flew into a wall of clouds and suddenly, they could see the dark clear skies filled with stars. Feeling relieved to be finally out of the endless storms, the pilots checked their position using an array of sensor and communication balloons that were tethered on small islands around the territory of the UN.

Once their position was assured, they plot a course for the city of Haven and the pilot made an announcement to the entire wing ship. "All hands, this is the captain of the Vector One Five. We have exited the end zone and is now en route to Haven. ETA is four hours, we will reach Haven just after sunrise."

As the wing ship made its way towards Haven, a squadron of F/A - 2 Vipers appeared and formed up in a protective cordon around the wing ship. Blake gently woke Sherene up and she stared groggily out of the viewports. Slowly, she started to recognize the city as the sun broke over the horizon and she started tearing.

"I am... home..." She sobbed as Blake hugged her. She kissed their sleeping child and whispered once more, "We are finally home!"



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