DAEMON Excerpt

I’ve got a crazy mind, and so many weird things to try and convulse into one thing. This is a little bit of what I am thinking. Needs a lot of development but… “Try not! Do or Do Not. There is no try.” So come with me on this wacky adventure! (I promise I will make it better!) 

The phone was suddenly beeping a loud obnoxious noise as a man rolled over reluctantly in his bed. The screen flashed red at him, emergency in capital letters. He picked it up and answered.

“Evening Officer Kaileen, I am terribly sorry to disturb you so late at night but we need you. I will brief you once you arrive. Please be quick, time is of the essence,” it spoke as it fizzled out.

The man stood up and ran to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face as he quickly fixed his messy hair. His brown hair hung in short locks alongside his face, reminding him that he should really get a haircut. His brown eyes were weary with the remnants of lost sleep. His face was stern and his frown was the most noticeable feature on him. He sighed as he quickly spiked up his hair and walked out to his closet. In his twenties he had achieved a lot for himself. Starting in the Demon Organization project at eighteen and now a full fledged Officer, a Longcoat to top it all off. The highest rank one can achieve. He was a noticeably bright and gifted young man. Opening his closet he quickly typed a passcode and two panels pulled aside to reveal a long coat hanging and a walking stick clamped to the wall.

He pulled the white coat from its home and quickly adjusted it to his body. He had the pockets filled with supplies for his mission and slipped his phone into a special pocket that controlled the long coat. It hummed to life as he plucked his walking stick from its holster. Magnetizing it to the inside of his coat he slipped a pair of glasses from a reinforced pocket and attached them to his face. It suddenly displayed a HUD menu and his surroundings were soon dissected before his very eyes and he felt pretty powerful with all this technology.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist and made his way out of the room. The great DAEMON corporation had designed super malls back in the day that were designed to defend against almost any tragedy, after the great nuclear war started by the Koreas they had moved the small remaining population to these places and started their own lives all over again. The vast plains that were wiped out and poisoned remain a battleground against ruthless mutations.

It was thanks to magic that they could even withstand this great force of reckoning. Everyone had forgotten how to use it, except those few that were gifted. A Longcoat was only selected after proving that his body had enough magic in it to sustain him in the harsh “drylands” as they were now called. The others used a mental link with avatars that were created many years ago to withstand the treachery beyond their sanctuary. The elevator beeped as Officer Kaileen stepped inside and slapped his wrist against the reader.

“Good Evening Officer Kaileen, shall we speed you to the Skylab?” it beeped.

“Yes Adrian, thank you,” the officer said adjusting the strange glasses on his face.

Suddenly like a rocket the elevator was blasted down. There were one hundred floors, a corporate floor, a Skylab, and the three sanctions below meaning a fast elevator was necessary to traverse the 105 floors that had been created. The building was massive, a hundred floors ten rooms on each floor and several elevators on each one. Kaileen looked anxiously at his wrist as he finally saw the secret back door open. Kaileen stepped inside to see a huddle of several men each holding a tablet anxiously as they stared at him.

“Finally,” one said, he was a short man, ruffled black hair, stern face, and piercing hazel eyes.

“Good evening Dr. Neas, what was the sudden emergency call for?” Kaileen asked worry laced in his voice.

“The gates are under attack. Your three soldiers are holding them back quite successfully but we feel it might be beneficial to pull one of the best. We suggest that you take your Esper with you, it might be needed. Are you full up on your magic sir?” Dr. Neas asked anxiously adjusting the pair of black frames on his face.

“Yeah, lets do this, where are the cadets?” Officer Kaileen asked as he buttoned his jacket.

“Area four of the Drylands, they will be expecting you. Cadets Brent, Quinn, and Bedard are happily waiting for you.

“Dr. Collins, is the link forged?” the officer said as he rushed over to the transport mat in the corner of the room. Dr. Collins peered above his clipboard and nodded at him.

“Send me to area three, I will flank them from behind and offer my backup to surprise the foes, estimation on how many?” he asked stressed.

“25 sir,” Dr. Neas swallowed.

“25?!” the officer screeched, “the mutants are getting smarter!”

Suddenly a bloom of light filled the room as the officer was dematerialized suddenly the warm arid air filled his lungs angrily as his magic ward it off. He coughed to adjust to the temperature, the air here was quite distasteful and he already missed the organic air they offered inside. Suddenly his left lens lit up and he could see himself standing, looking at the source. Prancing up to him was a fox. It had short black hair, golden eyes, and its ears were perked up in anticipation of seeing its owner.

“Sly!” Kaileen smirked as it leapt into his arms.

Sly was Kaileen’s Esper, a tamed creature from the Drylands. It was a fox that had been granted magical abilities from the nuclear reaction, only a few creatures had this luxury. Espers had become the norm for the Demon Organization as more and more vicious creatures roamed the lands. They immediately ran ahead to join the others. Sly trotted behind him with curiosity and alertness. The dry sand crunched loudly under the officer’s feet as he trudged forward.

Artesia had been split into 4 livable sections after the attacks. Dry desert known as the Drylands, swampy marsh known as the the Wetlands, thick jungles known as the Greenlands, and mountain peaks known as the Highlands. There was a sixth known region but it was iced over and inhabitable long ago, known as the Icelands. Each one had their advantages and disadvantages. The officer pushed forward already feeling the heat pounding at him despite the darkness that loomed overhead. His coat began channeling a cooling liquid throughout to cool him down to regular temperature. Sure magic could do it too if practiced well enough, but why waste your Mana reserves when you can use the vastness of technology?

Swords could be heard through the desert and Officer Kaileen ran ahead and unclipped his walking stick, separating the two to revel a cane sword. Each officer has their preference of their weapons, with the impossibility of mining gunpowder after it was all lit up and destroyed when the bombs hit, melee weapons were the primary from now on. As a full fledged Longcoat Kaileen had designed his to have a tube to protect the blade and provide a channel for his magic for long ranged attacks and the sword part of course to slice things. The whole piece was made from titanium one of the hardest metals to forge and use as a weapon but formidable it was.

Officer Kaileen charged mana into the bottom half of his cane sword and blasted out a blast of fire to blind and burn the foes. He leapt into the air and began fencing against the creatures that were unaware of what was going on. Before him were mutated humanoid forms that had merged their bodies with pieces of earth and metals to resemble something of a Golem, which is what they were known as. Dumb as hell, but ruthless and nearly impenetrable. They swung aimlessly clubs made of wood and obsidian glass trying to batter their attacker. A slice through one of them could be heard as it exploded into black smoke.

“Seth!” a voice cried out, but Kaileen was too busy to respond.

Sly was on the tail of their Espers, somehow this had become the norm each creature, mutated or otherwise would partner with mutated or semi-mutated creatures throughout the world. The Golems enjoyed the company of rocks, therefore they had rock snakes that slithered on the ground. Some of them could be the size of a subway train, but the Golems they were fighting were small imps. Sly tossed them aside like chew toys as it battled.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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