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The Blithe of the Phantom
By Randy McCarthy


Chapter one:


Kajael sat in his living room thumbing away at the controller of his video game. The buttons flew up as he released and made a slight click noise, creating the illusion of a rhythm. The odor of oil sank into the carpet, as Lupin, Kajael’s wolf guide, lay next to his couch sleeping, head buried into her fur. The TV was on mute as Kajael slammed the buttons vigorously and listened to his ipod. His golden yellow hair gleaming like it always did.
There was a subtle noise at the door, a knocking on the steel sliding door, and Kajael nearly missed it. He somehow still managed to discern even a noise with the mini speakers blasting music into his eardrums. The knocking came again and Kajael rose to his feet, dropped the controller to the ground, fixed a crease in his tee-shirt, turned off his ipod and walked heavily to the door. Immediately as Kajael got to the door a teenagers voice, around the same age as Kajael possibly, came from behind the steel slider.
“Hey, Kajael? Are you there? If you are, do me a favor and open this door would ya?”
“But I was having so much fun looking at pictures of your sister that I have stored on my Ipod.” Kajael joked with his seemed to be friend standing outside in the cold wet rain.
“Ha-ha, not laughing Kajael,” the teenager answered sternly
“I thought it was.” Kajael pressed a rectangular button on the wall to his right, and the door slid open with a slight hiss. From behind the door stood a tall slender teenaged boy, about 16, carrying three boxes of pizza. His silver hair was partially hidden behind his red hood, and although he was wearing his hood over his head, the rain had still gotten to his hair, making it damp and greasy looking.
“Dang bro,” the kid said, “I thought you’d never get to the door.”
“Boy, Caim. You sure are lucky I did aren’t you?” Kajael sneered.
“Damn right I am! It’s been raining like the gods got pissed and decided to take a leak all over Prular city itself!” Caim and Kajael both laughed slightly at the declaration, and went back into the living room.
Caim sat the Pizza’s on the bar counter behind the couch and then slowly moved to the couch, sitting on it next to Kajael, who was currently restarting his video game. Caim found the second controller on the floor near him and he picked it up. Caim started playing with Kajael and his video game.
“Yeah, Draki is coming by with the sodas,” Caim said in a cheery voice.
“Are we having a party in my house that I was unaware of?” Kajael asked.
“Nope,” came a quick answer, “Just me, you, Draki, and Lucifer.” Caim finished and Kajael glanced at him quickly.
“Oh so you guys are coming to raid and pillage my house eh? I see how it is.” Kajael joked.
“Hey I brought Pizza! It’s not like were going to eat all your food!” Caim answered, sending a pleased smile off toward the Television.
“Then I’ll just have to eat it all, as a toll of entry.” Kajael jeered sarcastically. They both took a moment to laugh and then came the second knock.
As Kajael got up to answer the door a fork of fluorescent lightning flashed across the window and a slight rumble came a few seconds after it. The light had forked by, reminding Kajael of a golden dragon he had seen a few years ago while traveling back to Prular, from Nincada. He shook off the thought that was before he was Kajael, back when he had no reason to be alive.
Behind the door was Draki. His slightly muscular physique made him look a little older than he was, but his cheerful smile gave his true age away. His Dark complexion and Dark hair resembled nothing of a herium, but that was solely because he was not born one.
A Herium is a person who has a mixed blood of a Human, an angel, and a demon. They are often sages, witches, elders, and spiritualists, and are renown for there quick wits, and even quicker reactions. Draki however was slightly different. He had been fighting a powerful demon, and upon defeating him absorbed the demon’s power and spirit. Thus Draki was killed, and would still today be dead, if it had not been for an arch-angel known as Rhion. She healed his wounds and brought him back to life, at a gravely cost to her own self. She was weakened by helping him and soon after would die herself.
Because Draki was touched by her spirit, part of it combined with his and that of the demon’s and reborn him as a herium. Thus he was able to come out with his chocolate skin and almost black hair, and still be angelic, yet demonic at the same time.
In each arm Draki held two six packs of soda, one of root beer, and one of Cherry Fanta. He held them up in relief as Kajael answered the door and yelped slightly with a great big smile,
“Help!” Kajael quickly retrieved the two that had been skillfully situated in between Draki’s forearm and his hip, and invited his friend into the house.
Just as Kajael turned to close the door their stood another, shorter, friend of his. His name was Lucifer, and he was one year, about, younger than the other three. He was about 5’4” and wore nothing but a black, a trench coat was hanging only from his shoulders, and neck, and he wore black cargo pants, and a black tee underneath it. He looked Goth in dress, but utterly otherwise in his features. He had pinkish cheeks and a firm jaw. His nose was small, but not so discrete that it was invisible. He too was broad shouldered and wide, but walked smoothly as any half demon should.
Kajael welcomed his two friends in showing them were to put the sodas and that there was already pizza. He then walked back over to the door to close it, and looked outside for the first time that day.
The Sky was grey, almost so grey that it reminded him of looking into the leathery skin of the deceased. This was not pleasant to Kajael and he tried to think of something else. The Rain, as Caim had said, seemed to be extremely mad, and made a loud thumping noise, instead of a soft pitter patter that Kajael was used to hearing rain sound like. A dragon like hook of light flashed across the sky, and a pound of a far off table followed. The weather intrigued him, almost as if it were trying to tell him something. However he was not sure what it was, so he decided to ignore the stale message.
Kajael and his friends were spread throughout Kajael’s living room, chomping, or in Caim’s case, engorging psychotically, on pizza, and followed there occasional laughter, and talking, and chewing noises with slurps of there caffeinated drinks. All in all the four friends were having a good time, eating and talking, and playing video games.





In the glossy darkness of his home, HE sat in a chair, sipping at a mug with a picture of a wolf on it. HE sat erect in his chair, and cloaked himself in darkness, and the only thing that could be seen of him, other than his eerily glowing shadow, were his glowing pale blue eyes. The seemed to be dilated, but never once shrank in size, not even when the door slid open to his left.
At the door stood a man, probably in his early twenties, but was too muscular to call a boy anymore. He stood approximately 6 feet tall, and trounced into the room wet and soggy. He was obviously outside in the rain less than two minutes ago, or else his hair would not still be dripping wet. Wet yes most likely, Niagara Falls looked puny to the amount of H2O sliding from his dark hair. The man wore glasses, most likely to hide his green eyes, and they were condensating as well.
The tall man was beckoned into the room by a shadowy hand that must have appeared from HIM. As the tall man came closer to HIM, the Hand spoke in a twisted snaky childlike tone.
“So what have you learned, Gravita?” The words slithered off of an unseen tongue.
“Ira monce menous diraterim, callradda.” The reply came. The man then lowered himself onto one knee and spoke again, this time in a recognizable dialect.
“I have learned much master.” The voice was heavy set, just like the man in which it came, and fit his stature very well.
“And where are they, Gravita?” the snake like voice asked
“Douch nera Kajael’s tompaso. There at Kajael’s house. My master.” The reply came in the too separate languages as had the first. But the second dialect followed the first so immediately; it was as if there were two tongues in the large man’s heavy set jaw.
“And you haven’t brought there heads to me yet Gravita?!” The slithering voice erupted and hissed. HE exploded out of his chair, and stood not even half the size of the other. “YOU HAVE NOT KILLED THEM YET?!” HE lifted his hand into the air, and squeezed the air. The larger man was lifted off the ground, clasping at his throat, some invisible force was choking him, and it seemed to come from HIS hand. HE lifted him higher into the air, and started to walk around the room, holding the man in his invisible third hand.
“You will not disappoint me, will you Gravita?” HE boomed, as he tossed the large man to the floor. Blood trickled from the man’s lip. Dark as it was, it seemed to glow in the room. HE walked gently back to the chair in which HE earlier sat, he took the cup from the ground and pressed it to his lips.
The man’s answer came. “Non, mera callradda.” He scampered quickly to his feet, wiped the blood from his lower lip and scrambled to the door. Before he exited he looked toward his master, twitched with fear, and then closed the door behind him.
Gravita slouched his way out of the house, holding onto his throat gently, as if he were afraid that something might burst from the inside of it. His glasses reflected the shallow moonlight as he walked through the storm. The sky had deepened into a bluish gray, like that of a person who had suffocated, he thought to himself. The rain plotted onto the concrete, and the fumes of dampness ripped through the air.
Gravita, still holding on to his throat with his left hand, reached into his sports jacket with the number 98 embroidered into it, and found himself grasping a .45 caliber revolver. The six shot weapon, seemed to slither into his hand as he dug it from his jacket. He held it out into the open, and for the first time in what seemed to be hours, released his throat from his grasp. He opened the weapon, up and looked into each of the six chambers. The gun was fully loaded and he was surprised in to say least.
“I usually forget to reload this thing when I’m done with it,” he mumbled to himself.
The man was now stutter-stepping down the road with the loaded weapon in his hands, contemplating what exactly what he was going to do. More lightning flashed across the sky, and a slight rumble followed each bolt of yellowish blue static. The moon was still half hiding behind the darkened clouds that poured rain onto the street. Puddles were forming were the drains couldn’t reach, and each splashed as new water was dripping endlessly from the sky into each small pool. Each as dark as the clouds that hovered over the tainted city, the buildings looming over the dark man with gloom ringing from their silent voices. Gravita just sulked his way through the rain and right on past those buildings, thumbing nervously at his weapon. He had only one thought on his mind, and it scared him to death.
“What if I can’t kill them?”





Kajael’s house had become happier with his friends’ presence. The mood had been severly lightened and they didn’t mind the rain, or the occasional Flash Bang of nearby lightning. The friends were enjoying themselves way too much, telling jokes, playing Video Games, and laughing and carrying on. The Television was still on mute, so most of the noise from the bizy house was coming from the friends and their laughing.
Kajael was sitting were he was before on the couch, with his Wolf guide laying at his feet were she felt warmest. Draki was sitting in an armchair adjacent to the couch, and was reclined all the way back, so that he was looking at the cealing. However he was more or less starring through the cealing, rather than starring at the cealing. Both Caim and Lucifer were sitting on either side of the wolf, controllers in hand, and soda and pizza nearby.


((like i said still a work in progress, the rest of chapter one i hope will be finished in a few days! thnx XD))