The headlines read: Local Livestock Disappearing, Sean scanned the front page then flipped to page 8 to finish the article. The media blamed teenagers, farmers blamed aliens, but Sean knew better. He flipped through the rest of the newspaper in complete boredom, wondering to himself who was really behind the livestock abductions.
“Sir, Yoshazaki is on line three, should I take a message?” Sean’s secretary poked her head into his office to tell him.
“No Julie I got it,” Sean replied, pressing three and shooing Julie out of the room.
Staring out his wide office windows forty stories up Sean listened to the normal string of offers, statistics, marketing goals, stock changes and counter offers. He barely had listened to his business partner in Japan, another powerful company that had just invented the newest fastest microchip, he replied in quiet affirmations, congratulated them on recent breakthroughs in research and then made up a reason to get off the phone.
He sighed loudly as the clouds gathered heavy in the skies. From his windows Sean could see the green pastures across the river, the very ones that had lost over 15 cows in the past three months. It could be a stray werewolf, he thought, or maybe a ravenous changeling. Then Sean smelled clovers and whiskey.
“Missing your old line of work eh boy?” the tiny man in green shouted as if he could still catch Sean off guard.
“How did you know and what are you doing here, Eddy.” Sean said, annoyed that the drunken leprechaun was still around.
“because five more cows were taken an hour ago from Jorge the troll’s farm, I saw the whole thing. Plus I know you Sean, you can’t stand any sort of magical mischief on your turf.”
“I am not even going to ask what a 3rd generation Irish American imp like yourself was doing out on a troll farm, just tell me what they look like.” Sean crossed his arms and stared down at the stout man who was mid-chug from an abnormally large flask.
Eddy burped and pulled a large four-leaf clover from his pocket, “Well, they were in black robes and seemed to be using a form of transmutation to steal the cattle, but judging from the weird chant they were singing I would guess they are from that new cult.”
“What new cult ?”
“Oh, Mr. master wizard, high up in his steel tower hasn’t heard about the newest cult yet?”
“Scoff later Eddy, just get on with it.” Sean was already prepping for travel, he had quickly replaced his business clothes with what any normal person would consider a jogging outfit but to Sean was a sufficiently protective suit of armor, and comfortable too. By the time he had tied is sneakers Eddy had updated him on everything and was already prepping the clover for teleportation.
Eddy had explained that the city’s newest cult was just another blood cult, probably being run by a low level demon. An orc bartender had apparently told Ed that their “church was on his street, and that was where he was going to take Sean. He hated traveling by enchanted clover, but it was faster than driving or flying, and he didn’t have his teleportation chalk in his office so he agreed. The leprechaun took another large swig from his flask and they disappeared in a green flash.
There was a sharp pain in his shoulder, unexpected, he felt as if time had passed. His head felt fuzzy, he could hear a murmuring, and it reeked of rotten beef. It felt to him like the right place, he could feel the residue of ritual sacrifice in the air. Sean couldn’t smell the leprechaun. Then he heard him.
“Okay I brought him to you, can I have my gold now?” Eddy said loudly from the other end of the room.
“What?” Sean jolted up, realizing he had been betrayed, and also that he was bleeding. His eyes strained to adjust to the dark but then the large room was lit by a warm pyre behind him. He was sitting on an alter, and in front of him was about thirty men and women in dark robes. He smelled oranges.
“He is up.” a strange gravelly voice said in the darkness behind the fire. an odd clicking filled the silence of the rundown chapel, like a thousand cockroaches scuttling together.
“Okay I don’t want to stick around for whatever you freaks have planned I just want my go. . .” Eddy was gutted by a large cult members axe. Sean was more happy than sad to listen to the pint-sized Judas bleed out.
“Well what do you freaks have planned, and why the hell does it smell like oranges in here?” Sean stood up and held his shoulder. From the walls hung the butchered skeletons of the cows.
“we are going to sacrifice a sorcerer to summon the lich king Grozath” The leader of the Cult members stepped forward, raising his staff into the air, wearing a bull mask. The other occultists cheered.
“So that is why it smells like oranges, Eddy didn’t lie about the lesser demon part after all huh ?And how do you weaklings plan on stopping that sorcerer from killing you all.” Sean materialized a small fireball in his hand through sheer will.
“Like this” The bull mask guy raised his hand and the crowd began to chant some form of incantation. Sean thought it might have been Egyptian which would have been impressive. He raised the fireball above his head but then he went numb.
“Oh shit,” he whispered to himself. “Please tell me your not using blood magic against me.”
“Indeed we are, we have complete control over your body thanks to the blood we took from your arm.” The large occultist with the leprechaun bloodied axe and two others approached him with jagged daggers drawn, bloodletters.
“Do it now, sacrifice his power so that My body can take its true form.” Grozath said scuttling out of the darkness as a grotesque beetle out of Kafka‘s nightmares. Gross looking but frail.
Sean was not much for panicking, it was what made him a good business man, but blood magic was hard to counter, it required unmanageable pain from any normal sorcerer. He struggled to move at all, their spell kept his body locker in one place, but his limbs shivered statically as he struggled to regain control.
“Don’t struggle, it will be over soon,” The cult leader shouted over the hymn of the other followers. ” Soon we will all bask in the light of our benevolent lord Grozath, and live forever.” The large axe-wielding cult member stepped forward like a gentle executioner.
“Live forever ? Doubtful, if it took all those cows to feed your ‘Master’ just imagine how hungry his real form will be.” Talking hurt but some of the crowd stopped chanting and began doubting. Just what he needed.
“Silence him! Kill him Now! He lies!” Grozath the ugly beetle shrieked and clicked his claws together frantically. The Axeman swung perfectly.
Focusing with all his strength Sean shifted to the side just in time. His arm fell to the floor. He grit his teeth so hard he thought he cracked a molar. There was no blood. The crowd chanted louder out of either confusion or fear.
Grozath screeched “Kill him Kill him now! Finish the sacrifice.”
“Sorry guys, your blood magic won’t work anymore” Sean chuckled and ignited a blue flamed orb in his hand which he promptly slammed onto the floor torching the executioners near him.
“How!?” The bull mask guy shouted, bringing silence to the room.
Well you see. . . I am not your normal sorcerer.” The detached arm was pulling itself over to him. “I like to barrow my body parts from different sorcerers I met, only the strongest of course. I won’t bother explaining, it’s very complicated alchemy my friends. Let’s just say, the blood in that arm, isn’t the same as the blood in this arm.” Sean raised his fist and filled it with fire. “I used to be known for outsmarting blood mages, for this very reason.”
The room was filled with fire.
Among the ruins of the building Sean located Grozath trying to scuttle away.
“No Jigsaw, please spare me, I didn’t know it was you I swear!” The demon groveled, most of his torso burned and leaking beetle juice.
“Too late, give Hell my regards, and tell them to stay the hell out of my city.” Sean mashed the bug to death with his clean white sneaker. “Ew, I’ll need new shoes.”
The next day’s headlines were: CEO leaves company to inexperienced secretary and donates fortune to charity. The other featured article mentioned something about a leprechaun corpse found in occult Suicide fire.