Act 1: The Death of a God

Chapter 11 - Kilegros

by Emmanuel Ordway

Chapter 10 here.

__________________________________________________________________________

Kilegros

 

“You ready to train?” Kilegros questioned Fictillis as he batted a small grey canister off the side of his helmet that had been supplying a slow stream of ‘nutrition paste’, a grey and bland food paste that was cheap and easily disposable.

He hopped off the empty grey crate under him and landed with a soft thud at the center of the ship’s cargo bay, looking over at the Eonvym who was relaxing against a separate crate. 

“I don’t see why I need to, I can kick your ass any day.” Fictillis boasted proudly as he puffed his chest out to seem bigger than he actually was as he looked over to Kilegros.

Kilegros gently tapped a button on the side of his helmet, his suit automatically clicking into place with the headgear as the thin-plastic protective plating slid down from the top of the helmet to the bottom, helping protect his face more. He looked down at his gloved hands, strings of electricity connecting between his fingers as the suit seemed to help charge his body up with the vigorous power surrounding him.

“So this experiment, they did not teach you to master your power?” Kilegros looked up at Fictillis, analyzing his strange dark and burnt clothing, a common symbol of a fire Eonvym due to their volatility.

“Yeah. What’s it matter?” Fictillis growled while he got a wider stance, ready to attack while he put his deep red hood over his helmet, some remnants of an old prison suit.

“A fire Eonvym who can’t control his power. That’s dangerous. Not only to yourself, but everyone. Like a ticking bomb, ready to go off at any moment.” Kilegros smirked a little behind his visor as he watched the prideful man get angrier.

“That was the idea, icicle dick. Teach us how to harness the energy into heat and flames then drop us in to cause as much damage as possible.” Fictillis raised his voice at Kilegros, the other Eonvym raising his hand dismissively as if he wasn’t bringing up painful memories.

“Allow me to teach you Fictillis. I’m no master of fire, I can’t perform any fire spells, but I can teach you the basic ways to control your power more.” He nodded softly, waving his attitude of superiority and hurt away as he genuinely wanted to help his new ally perform his duties better.

Fictillis looked Kilegros up and down, feeling a sense of guilt about what he was going to do only a day ago while the man he was going to sell out was here genuinely helping him. Fictillis tried to push down his feelings of guilt and painted on a new sense of false pride, hoping this opportunity to train without consequence would allow a good opportunity to kill the Eonvym.

“Go ahead. I doubt you would be a good teacher anyways.” Fictillis crossed his arms in defiance as Kilegros gave a slight bow in acceptance, his soul still bound by the tedious honor system taught to every Shaikyn.

“Now when I was at the academy, they taught us ‘the tricks’ to all the forms. I don’t know how much of it is still relevant, but I’ll try my best.” Kilegros held his palm up to one of the crates, it rolling over slowly onto its other side, closer to Fictillis.

He stopped moving the crate before holding his palm to another crate, it lifting up into the air slowly before falling on top of the other crate. Fictillis noted the small strings of electricity that dipped in and out of visibility which were connecting the crates to Kilegros’ fingertips.

Fictillis flexed his arms smugly before punching the crates with all his strength, his fist red hot with energy as the top crate shattered into a million molten pieces, his fist smoking with energy and heat afterwards.

“You know how physically straining it is to perform any amount of fire abilities, right?” Fictillis said smugly, bragging about his strength through his magic as his fist’s smoke died down, revealing a new black part of his suit on his knuckles..

“That’s why I won’t be doing the training, you will be,” Kilegros waved off his smugness, much to Fictillis’ dismay. “Strength does not equal power. You must balance the force you use to control your magic with your ability to go with the stream of energy around you.”

“Woah, I didn’t think you could sound any more like a hippie.” Fictillis rolled his eyes, hopping side to side as he warmed up for this workout his body was about to endure.

“Shut up and do it again.” Kilegros growled while crossing his arms after moving the remnants of the crates back into place.

Fictillis panted for air as he fell to his knees, his front right hand weakly shooting out to the ground to brace himself as his other front hand rested on his knees. He looked up at the disappointed Kilegros, the Eonvym shaking his head while looking over at the pile of smoking molten metal.

“You keep forcing the energy through your body. At the academy we are taught to act like conductors: we’re an object that can use the energy around us to take form, but the energy likes to resist-” Kilegros began with another lecture but was swiftly caught off by Fictillis.

“Academy this! Academy that! Why don’t you quit riding your teachers and step down from your soapbox, huh?” Fictillis shouted over Kilegros, the other Eonvym growing nearly as frustrated as Fictillis was.

Kilegros shook his hands out and pointed his palms up at the molten mess, wincing only a tad as a stream of lightning bolted out to the mess and quickly solidified into ice, cooling down the metal nearly instantly. Fictillis frowned as he noticed the lack of pain or effort coming from Kilegros, his mind struggling to accept the better training from this so-called academy.

“It’s like an ocean, okay? Fight against it and you fight against the cosmic strength of the universe. Flow with the waves and you’ll see how much more you can do with less.” Kilegros looked back at the pissed Fictillis and growled his words.

“Fine!” A second wind washed over Fictillis as he shot up and began to walk over to the now icy mess, feeling the usually stabbing energy around him begin to ease as his mind settled for once.

With each step he took, he made a conscious effort to relax his mind and body, his metallic amplifiers cooling on and in himself as the energy began to willingly flow through his body. Fictillis smirked a little as he felt his arm begin to heat up, a familiar feeling, but this time only some smoke rose off his suit as flames began to spew out from his palm and onto the ice, far more flames than he could create by trying to shove the energy through his body. He looked back at Kilegros, who was nodding approvingly, and let out a loud laugh of satisfaction while he spun around and shot the flames at the other Eonvym.

Kilegros jumped out of the way, grinning as he grabbed his silver block, the sword extending once he pressed the button and he accepted the surprise duel, not knowing the other Eonvym’s darker plans for if he managed to kill Kilegros. 

__________________________________________________________________________

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed.

Long time no post, sorry for that. I'll try to stay more consistent with these posts.