Multiverse: by Nick Venomz (best books to read for beginners .txt) 📕

“I-I… summ-summon-summoned a hu-human… “ She muttered. Humans were known to be in the lowest rank of summoned beasts known as Common beasts. 

“Wh-Who are you?” The boy asked her.

“I’m Ashanti,” She responded. That was their first meeting. If only she knew how far they would go.

TBC...

The day arrived when a captain of the base informed me that the team I was joining, which would be the Warriors, will be leaving and executing a plan they nicknamed Iron Hold. 

Iron Hold needed the efforts of three teams to execute, pushing the Warriors, Silver Dagger, and Red Scorpion to the nearby town of Stalinhold. Captain Grant who oversaw five squads, one of which was the Warriors, briefed everybody on the plan. Project Iron Hold’s objective was to secure the nearby town and plunder it. Once all supplies were transferred to the Headquarters, all three teams would begin to barricade the town to use as an outpost of sorts. 

Once the briefing ended, the Warriors met each other and introduced one another. “I’m the leader of the Warriors, Holly Luna.” A woman said, starting the introductions. She had blonde hair with pale skin and sharp features. She wore a tattered tee-shirt and ripped jeans with black sneakers. She then motioned to the man who stood next to her. “This is Charlie Lee,” The man had purple hair that stood out, unlike his face and attitude. He was a timid man. He wore the average military outfit of green camouflage clothing. “That…” She said, motioning to the woman to my left. “... is Christine Mccormick.” The woman on my left looked to be ten years older than me with aging features like scattered wrinkles and fading, almost graying, hair. She wore the same outfit as Charlie. 

“The other members are Frances Salinas, Melanie and Will Cruz, Amie Nelson, Garfield Alvarez, and Lindsay Harper.” She said, motioning to everybody else in the squad. Frances looked younger than me with dark brown hair and sharper features. Amie had light brown hair and looked around the same age as Frances with a very timid atmosphere surrounding her. Melaine and Will, who are twins, had black hair and puffier features that restricted their movements. Everybody except for Holly wore the green camouflage outfit. 

We were employed with horses to travel to the south side of the town. While preparing the squad to move on horseback, we received envious glares from the Silver Daggers. The same envy-filled glares were directed towards the Red Scorpions who were permitted to travel with a convoy of humvees to the northside. Silver Daggers couldn’t do anything as they didn’t hold much experience with the outside. They were forced to travel on foot to the westside. The Warriors and Red Scorpions held more experience than Silver Daggers, allowing them a different type of transportation than walking. 

Once we rode out to the south side of the town, we were filled with the sight of the undead making their rounds through the town, tearing it apart. The sight scared me as it was my first encounter with the undead, the same beings that tore my family away from me. The same beings that I’ve held anger towards. They will all die… 

TBC…

“Burn witches!” Yelled a person in tattered brown rags. 

“Death to witches!” Shouted another person, this one a noble.

On a metal stage in front of them were four witches, bags masking their faces, handcuffed and tied to a large wooden pillar. The audience raised pitchforks and hurled tomatoes at the witches, staining their tattered clothes. The witches---all females---were surrounded by people welding torches, who ignited the sparks that burnt the wooden pills and witches, burning them at the stake. The audience roared in delight, with slight horror, as the witches were burnt to a crisp. 

Meanwhile, the royal family--consisting of the king, queen, five princesses, and four princes---watched from stone chairs atop a small hill overlooking the burning of the witches. The king and queen smirked while listening to the screams and cries of the witches. The rest of the royal family, excluding the third prince and fourth and fifth princesses, shared the same enjoyment that their father and mother felt from the blood-curdling screams. 

***

“We’re almost there!” Chelsie declared, the temporary leader of the Witches of Fallen Society, which was the last large group of witches flocking towards a safe haven. All of the other large groups were found, captured, tried, and killed by the society that declared witches as descents of demons.

“I’m tired.” Whined one of the children.

Chelsie kneeled to meet the child’s face. “Only a couple of miles more for today. We’ll start up again tomorrow.” The child nodded before being taken away by another witch, walking away from Chelsie and towards a forest.

“What do we do about Kat?” Natasha, one of the older witches asked.

“We can’t help her. She’s been captured by the humans. Unfortunately, we’re powerless here.”

“I understand, but there has to be something we can do? I’ll volunteer to go on a search and rescue mission for her.”

“And do what? Get yourself captured and killed?” Chelsie asked, raising her voice and attracting the attention of the other witches. 

“She’s right. As unfortunate as it is, we can’t help her. She’s on her own, taken by the humans. All we can do is pray for her.” Alecia, a younger witch, added.

“We must trust our leader. She will bring prosperity to our kind!” Sherilyn, another witch, declared.

“For the safe haven!” Chelsie declared

“For the safe haven!” Everyone shouted, joining in a chant that was too loud for the children’s ears.

***

A child witch named Kat sat in a carriage, bound with rope, as it made its way towards a holding cell for mass execution. Kat, a twelve-year-old girl, was caught by humans after losing sight of her friends, falling behind, and later captured. Her capturers shipped her, along with other slaves, towards their graves. Unfortunately for her, nobody seemed to be rushing to her aid. She was to die like the others---burnt alive by people who didn’t share the same ideals as her. 

However, not everybody has the same mindset that the king enforced. Aksel was a witch-supporter who lived in a nearby town that protected witches. Thankfully, the carriage was passing through his town.

TBC...

Baron slaughtered the lower-level demon and sprayed its blood on a nearby wall. The sword that he wielded was a katana-looking sword that he imprinted the name ‘Kaitlyn’ on the hilt. The sword brought comfort to Baron as he murdered people---assassins and demons alike. However, the sword wouldn’t let him act like he wanted to, restricting him from killing innocents. Fortunately, Baron’s murderous tendencies, which were being fueled by Blade,

eased after years of being restrained. Thankfully, Gage wasn’t affected by these feelings of murderous tendencies and remained innocent. 

Blade, on the other hand, wasn’t being restrained by anything and, instead, would go on rampages that would tarnish his reputation; If he had any. 

Baron rushed further into the dungeon, discovering a small handful of lower-level demons. “Kill them,” muttered Blade, a deep and grating voice spoke. “Slaughter and mince them.”

“Ignore him, Baron. He’s nothing more than a delinquent.” Gage spoke up, his voice being soothing and silvery. 

“Shut up,” remarked Baron, whose voice was angered and annoyed. He continued hacking and piercing the demons with his sword, blood attaching itself to the blade and scattering around the hilt and somehow avoiding the etched name. Baron ignored the remarks of the other sides of himself and massacred every demon that appeared in his line of sight.

“Slaughter all of them. Strip them of their skins and devour their souls.” Blade remarked.

“Shut up,” Baron shouted as he grabbed a demon and rammed his sword into its stomach. “Tomorrow you can go on a rampage---demon hunter---but today’s my day. Leave me alone.” Baron’s skin and clothes were stained with blood. His eyebrows were slanted while his mouth straightened. His murderous tendencies reappeared as more demons appeared. The sword couldn’t decrease his anger as his blood pressure increased to the near-point of exploding. 

“What’s wrong, Baron? Are you thinking about her again?” Gage asked with a friendly tone. Unlike Blade, Gage was concerned with Baron and the damage that he could cause to innocents or himself---which would affect all six sides. 

“I’m sorry,” Baron muttered as he fell to his knees while resting his head on top of the hilt of the sword, which he plunged into the concrete. “I-I-I can’t for-forget her!” He shouted as tears streamed down his cheeks. The memories of a younger Baron with a beautiful woman with brunette hair wearing noble clothes flooded his mind, giving the others a movie to watch. “I was not… strong enough to protect her!” He roared while tears formed a puddle with the sword at the core of it.

“Weak-minded,” Blade remarked.

“Blade! How dare you!” Gage shouted.

“It’s true. He cries about a dumb woman.” 

“It’s his lover. He holds her dear to his side of our heart.” Gage retorted. 

“It’s fine Gage. Blade doesn’t understand love. He’s a brute who knows nothing more than killing. He’s worse than scum.” Baron said as he picked himself up. He plucked his sword from the concrete and headed forward, trembling as he walked.

After ten minutes of fighting, Baron encountered a higher-level demon known as a Zike. The Zikes were demonic beings with the typical look of an average demon but had a swollen body and terrifying strength. A Zike appeared after Baron slaughtered all of its subordinates, intimidating the smaller in stature Baron. He then attempted to stand up against the Zike, but its