Fantasy Epicness

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Alan Nguyen

Mrs. Bok

English & Composition 3

December 8, 2011

FiresealAivin never got a day off from his job and he clearly never got paid as

much. Now he had to assassinate the Overlord of Castle Abierator. The

biggest problem was getting in without anyone or demon noticing him.

Fortunately he had some luck this time. All the demon souls were resting

aside their vessels. Their souls looked about as creepy as their vessels. If

you've ever seen an inverted eyeball dipped in caramel and flattened by a

book then you've seen what souls look like. The looks weren't as bad as the

stench. The deeper Aivin went into the castle, the worse the smell got. It

smelled like melted plastic with a side of rotten livers. By the time he got to

the throne room, Aivin took a large breath of real oxygen and proceeded to

opening the door. Once he opened the door he could sense the evil like a

huge wind just blew in his face. A voice beckoned some words but Aivin was

too mindblown to realize what he said. It was only when he blew off the shock

that he realized that this was the man he was trying to kill. He unsheathed

his sword and began to attack. He charged forth and, with full potential,

threw his blade at the Overlord. The Overlord sidestepped and released a bolt

of lightning at an unprepared Aivin. The shock felt like one million spiders

biting him at one time and a stampede of five-year-olds trying to step on



them. He stood back up like there was no problem but realized he no longer

had control of his left arm. The tyrant laughed and attempted another shock;

a more direct one. He shot the bolt and nearly reached his target as Aivin

dashed towards the Overlord. Aivin jumped and with a nice aerial somersault

landed behind the demon lord and picked his sword up. The blade was solid

iron and was considered a Buster Blade due to it's immemse size. Aivin had a

problem swinging the

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sword with one hand so it was a struggle to land one blow. He had never

been this desperate since. He kept swinging wildly hoping to land a hit, but

he saw it hopeless. He couldn't hurt the overlord with his

fist, that would only hurt his hand. Besides the fiend had armor. He decided

on the one thing that was forbidden in the Brotherhood. This may well take

his life but he decided to use it; Fireseal, the ultimate weapon. The only thing

that could stop it was a bolt of lightning. How convienient. He released a

large amount of flame into his right arm. The fire emit around his arm and

formed a dragon-like figure and then into a claw. Since he had cast this high-

level magic, his body started tearing apart. He had only used this twice and

forgot the sensation of pain the first time through. The flames emit from his

arm, burning his face and legs. He endured this level of pain and ran toward

the overlord. The cocky tyrant chuckled and shot lightning toward Aivin. He

dodged majestically and raised his arm for the final blow. The flames crackled

and sparked as he swung his fist into the Overlord. To his surprise, his hand

had gone completely through to the other side of the Overlord's body.

"Congratulations, child," said the evil Lord. "You have killed Constantine, the



King of the Netherworld. What do you hope to gain from this treachary?" "My

paycheck," AIvin grimaced. He tore his hand out of Constantine's ribcage and

let him lay there dead. Aivin took his sword and scorched arm and left. He

was finished with this ordeal and never hoped to see this Castle again. He got

home and waited for tomorrow's assignment.

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