CHAPTER 17: A HORRIBLE NIGHT FOR A CURSE (DEATHBORNE)

ROOFTOPS, MIDTOWN, NEXERIA

“I can’t believe this was my brother’s skrucking crazy idea!” Lyligan exclaims, clenching her fists till her nails jab into her palms.

“And I can’t believe you’re watching that video while we’re — I mean, I am in the middle of a fight with these thugs. That you know; are in our way!” Vamyn yells back at her, while surrounded by four demonic thugs. He stops a kick sent to his side by grabbing one of the thug's legs.

“Noooo, there they are, Vamyn, let’s get ‘em; oh wait a second, I got a notification.” He says in a vicious, mocking tone. He elbow smashes the thug’s kneecap and tosses the screaming demon against the wall.

“So Itellier, did something chaotic? What else is new? The day ends in Y? It’s a horrible night for a curse?”

The next demon thug lunges at him with a knife. He grabs the hand with the knife, then rips it off. He follows up with a headbutt that knocks his foe into the other unconscious demon.

“Okay, okay. Sheesh, Mr. Sarcasm, I guess you took all that chilling out advice to heart. You keep up like this and I might miss Mr. Mopehead more, heh heh.” She chuckles, putting her phone away in her pocket. Lyligan stares at the last two thugs and runs at them headfirst. She jumps into the air and flying kicks the two of them, one leg for each of them. Her kicks send both of them flying against a nearby wall; she runs after them and puts her hand against both of their throats.

“Happy now?” She says, looking back at Vamyn.

“Much better, so happy you could put down your phone for a minute to help your mentor get the information we came for.” Vamyn stares at her fiercely. He goes over next to her and the thugs that are being held up against the wall.

“Alright, what do they know?” Vamyn asks inquisitively while he takes a deep breath and refocuses.

Lyligan glows with a bright purple aura as she drains the energy from the demon thugs. She drops them to the ground as they become unconscious.

“Zilch...they’re hired goons. Got their money from a secret source. This Circle or Saurcle, as my brother put it, knows how to cover their tracks.”

“Did they have anything on Sorcery? Wait…what did Itellier do this time?” Vamyn asks curiously.

“Only that they were on the way to get some, and here I’ll show you.” She takes out her phone and shows the video of the Saurcle reveal to him.

He smirks seeing the video; Itellier has gone off and pulled exactly the random stunt he was hoping for.

“Excellent, that’s actually a clever plan; though The Saurcle isn’t quite The Circle, the point was made and should scare them out of their hole.” He looks at Lyligan with a gleam in his eye.

“Can you find the location of their base from the energy you stole?”

“Please; find something I can’t do.” She smirks back at him. Her eyes light up with purple energy.

“Alright, got it. What’s the plan?” She asks with her eyes returning to normal.

“With Itellier’s gambit in action, we now play the waiting game. I need you to check out where they were headed, while I go check out the other lead I got from Valien.” Vamyn looks at the night sky. “Stay vigilant; I have this feeling that all hell’s about to break loose.”