Untitled As Of Right Now

[Exile, Bast Incarnate]

Prologue
Arcane explosions and healing spells were thrown all over the place. The sounds we only accentuated by the clangor of a metal blade. A young man was hacking into a walking corpse only to find that he did minimal damage to it. He impaled the undead with his sword pushed it back, whispered a few arcane words and released a blast of fire into the carcass. He took his sword out to see around him a pile of bodies that he had killed for the second time.
Cindres was doing one of the most foolish things that ever came to his mind. He was infiltrating the fortress of a powerful necromancer. As he began to catch his breath a now familiar cloaked figure entered the room again. "Perhaps, Cindres Corzoan, you have misunderstood me. You have committed the worst heinous offense you could perform against me. You have come into my lair and attempted to kill me. You will not live. Give up now and save yourself the embarrassment of putting all this energy to stop the inevitable."
Cindres only smiled. "Why do you necromancers always talk so much? Its like you try to kill us with your big words."
Now irritated the man of death magic shook his head, "You are the most dim witted creature to ever live. You will die by the hand of Morbid Destruction." With a quick flick of his wrist all the warriors that have now been burned past recognition rose again and readied to attack against Cindres.
Cindres was prepared for such. He raised his hands above his head, and as he did so, a black orb puled all the undead in. Flashes of violet, blue and green explosion could be seen. In moments, a small crater was left in the room with not even a sign of ash for Morbid Destruction to raise them from.
"If it a duel you want. Then so be it." The Morbid Destruction said as he took off his cloak. The colorless skin was ghastly and made Cindres’ stomach turn.
"Finally." The young mage said as he stretched. He extended his hand and a large claw appeared. It tried to hold the target, but as it approached Morbid gave it a light tap and it faded away.
"I thought you were being serious about this." The necromancer said as he raised his hand over his head. A pair of large bone hands came from beneath Cindres and grabbed his ankles. With his hand still above his head. He pointed upward then brought his arm down to point at the Red Mage and said, "Fire."
A single portal appeared and one flaming spear hurtled across the room. Cindres struggled to the best of his ability to escape, but nothing worked. He cast a disruption spell at the skeletal hands, which made them flee to where ever they came. He looked up to see the spear seconds away from him. As it was about to pierce his body it stopped. A green barrier flashed as it turned around and dashed back at its maker.
The necromancer was too taken aback to respond fast enough. The burning javelin buried itself deep in his chest. Morbid turned around to see another young man similar in age. He had a smirk on his face as he said, "Aren’t reflection spells annoying?" Morbid was full of anger and confusion. The other young mage pointed for him to turn around. He did to see Cindres coming at him sword in hand.
Morbid spoke one word, "Stop." And Cindres was paralyzed in place. He turned to the other one; "You must be Blaizen Forzet. Pity that you have to die," He pushed his hand forward and Blaizen’s soul was ejecting from his body. The white essence was then sucked into a gem on the necromancer’s ring. He turned back towards Cindres who was disabled, he waived his hand and gloated, "I now have a hand full of souls." He looked a little more intently at Cindres to see a single tear roll down his cheek. Before he could react, he was kicked across the room, by the angry young man. Morbid Destruction attempted the same soul-stealing trick on Cindres, but the man’s youthful reflexes foiled it.
Cindres came in again, but this time he stabbed him in the abdomen. Now with two weapons lodged in his body, Morbid began to get desperate. "I’m sorry to tell you that all you efforts are useless. I will kill us both and my people will come and bring me back to life while you will be lost forever." With that he looked down and mentioned words of death. In seconds, both of their bodies fell with their souls being forced out of their remains.

[Exile, Bast Incarnate]

~Chapter 1~
The rapid pounding on the door of his apartment could not help but alarm Blaine. He jumped to his feet and grabbed his gun with the utmost haste. He stood by the door, took a deep breath in and made a quick prayer to what gods there maybe. He faced the door took a half step back then swiftly kicked down the door. He then stood on top of it which was now covering whoever was on the opposite side of it before. He aimed his gun down towards where he assumed his or her head would be and was ready to release the trigger.
In sync with the sounds of the gun warming up, the mystery person retaliated. The door stood up and flipped on top of him. “Whoever this is” he thought to himself, “They are stronger than me.” He grabbed his gun pointed it up from under the door and fired a single shot. The burden of another persons weight was off of him meaning he was free. He moved the door to the side and jumped up.
“Would you calm down?” a blond woman asked as she took a step forward and quickly disarmed him before he could react.
Blaine held his wrist in pain and looked at her with puzzlement. “Stacerine? How in hell did you hold me down?
Stacerine laughed, “It sounds like you’ve gotten a lot weaker since the last time I saw you.”
The young man was frustrated. He looked straight into his old friends green eyes with the fury of his red ones. “I’m not playing around here. People are dying everyday by opening their doors. You should try being a little less crazy with your knocks.”
The slender and tall woman shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t worry about me. It’s a waste of time. I can take care of myself. I always have.”
“I give up Stacerine. You’re impossible.” He says as he lifts his hands in defeat.
As the two let down their guards a they heard a barely audible click. The two dove into Blaine’s apartment as an explosion filled the hall. The whole building shook as if a large earthquake was trembling. Pieces of drywall and similar materials fell on their arms that were covering their heads. The two got up and looked into the hall to see it split in two and the floor below being visible.
“It was a seismic detonator.” Stacerine deducted from the damage.
“Lets get whoever did this.” He was furious, his whole building of residence was in shambles from attacks against him like this. He went in his room, strapped his sheathed sword across his back and pointed down the hall. “You cut him off outside, I’ll chase him down the hall.”
Stacerine shook her head, “Him?”
“Whatever Stace, right now we have to get this goon.” He said as he watched her elegantly dive off of the fifth floor.
He headed down the hall being careful of the crack, when a bullet flew past his head. The whizzing sound of another pellet not as far off as the one before got him concerned. He quickly turned sideways and slipped down to the fourth floor.
Blaine knelt down as he tried to calm himself and slow his heart rate. He closed his eyes and lowered his head. He heard a rustling of the rug in the total silence. He knew he was not alone when the carpet began to move. Waiting for the opportune moment, he did a side sweep kick across the ground in his leg radius. His leg hit something and then heard a thud. He stood up and jumped onto where he felt the unseen body land.
“Who in hell are you and what’s your reason for trying to kill me?” an enraged Blaine interrogated. The assailant stayed silent. He felt around for an arm and twisted what he believed to be their wrist. A yell in pain assured him he was correct. “I’m not going to ask again. He felt for their neck to find what he guessed was their mode of invisibility. He pulled the chain off of their neck and waited for them to appear.
A thin and irregularly bony man came into sight. He hissed as he recognized that he was now detectable. “Curse you Blaine Cevron.”
Blaine grinned as he took pleasure in punching his attacker. “Curses are for the superstitious.”