Detective Dickson 3 : Identify Crisis

An alliance is formed

It was impossible to tell time in this realm, d**k was standing as tall and high as he could, Sarah and Daniel were at his side, they had taken defensive positions, Marcel was on the floor not too far away, he had tears coming from his eyes.   Right before him was Azexela, Shekindra and a certain man he had never known before, the man was dressed in all black leather with an overflowing cape which touched the ground.

"This is weird on so many levels, why is shelly small d**k and Azexely old b***h teaming up together" d**k says with a smirk.

Azexela frowns, she cups her right arm, d**k feels an hand grappling his neck, it was lifting him high in the air.

"Care..careful, are you trying to kill me, thought we was here for a good ol' reunion" d**k mutters out as he puts his hand into his jacket.

"I missed you" Azexela began, her annoyed expression had vanished, it was replaced with a cruel smile.

"Awwn, what part of me exactly, my good looks or irresistible charm" d**k mutters out as he puts on a charming grin.

"Your amusing stupidity" Azexela mutters out as she tightens her right arm even more.

Dick yelps in fear, if he didn't break out now, he was gonna go night night, he found what he was looking for in his jacket, he lets out a smile.

"That hurts but it's not everyday a mistress takes an interest in you, sorry for you b***h but I am taken" d**k says as he removes his golden weapon from his jacket, pointing it at Azexela, he fires, it hits Azexela right in the forehead, she releases her arm hold as she staggers backward, d**k drops to the ground, he had a smile on his face.

Shekindra frowns as he dashes towards d**k, d**k smiles as he evades the incoming attack, using his other arm, he grabs his comb from his back pocket, he sticks it in his hair with a smile.

"I am so good even James Bond gets jealous" d**k smirks as he points to his weapon to the back of Shekindra's head, he fires, splattering everywhere with blood, the blood drops like a  rain pour.

"I should have brought an umbrella" d**k laughs, he turns towards Azexela, she had gotten to her feet now, she seemed to have regained her composure, whosoever the strange man was, he kept his gaze upon him firmly, d**k noticed this.

"Yo, Azexely, can you tell your new slave to stop staring at me like that, it's really creepy, almost makes me feel like he has plans for my ass" d**k says with another haughty grin as he scratches his hair.   Sarah and Daniel who were behind him, their facial expression changes immediately.

"Good, they have gotten my message, now for an opening" d**k thinks.

"You have no idea" Azexela smirks, she raises the left index of her left arm, all of Shekindra's blood which had spilled in one place came together, they merged with his fallen body and Shekindra gets up to his feet, he was alive.

"Whoa, I didn't know you could do that, you have really gotta teach me that trick, in case I lose someone I care about on the battlefield, no one will mourn, I will just bring them back soft,so if anyone dies, just resurrect them, no need for a burial, nicccceeeee" d**k smiles heartily.

"Ixonquious, you really haven't changed one bit but there's a distinction, your hair and eyes are quite different" The strange man began, d**k looked at his sides, he could see Daniel and Sarah standing, Marcel was still on the floor.

"Faggot, you talking to me" d**k says holding his chest, he had a blank expression on his face.

"Don't play dumb, you know my name, it's Larias, I am your nemesis" the strange man says with a cold stare.

"Yoooo, I get it, this is a roleplay, that's why you got that cape on your back, I mean I thought it was weird for a grown ass man to be putting on a cape but now, I totally follow" d**k smiles as he scratches his head, turning towards Azexela

"You really need to groom this new slave, he thinks we are joking."

Larias' face was already flustered, he couldn't stand this disrespect anymore, he bends down and the next moment he was gone, Larias appears right before d**k, he raises his right fist, it was cloaked with a dark miasma, he hits d**k on his tummy.   d**k's smile instantly vanishes from his face, he flew backwards.   Larias smiles as he reappears behind d**k, lifting him by his left foot, he swings him above the ground in a three hundred and sixty degree fashion, Larias was smiling manically, he was clearly enjoying himself.   Larias stops swinging the body after a while, he raises him in the air, slamming him on the ground repeatedly, blood splatters on the ground as the body continuously hits the ground.

"You know it's strange" Marcel says as he rises up to his feet, this causes everyone in the room to turn to his direction except d**k who was being beaten like a toy, Sarah and Daniel too.

"What is " Azexela asks.

"That none of his other friends had tried to butt in, neither has he tried to teleport out of your grasp, you are hitting a dud" Marcel says as he now stands to his full height, all his wounds had been healed.

Larias turns at the body he was hitting, turns out Marcel was right as the body fades away.

"It was an afterimage, no wonder it felt too easy."

Shekindra dashes towards Daniel and Sarah but their bodies too faded away.

"An illusion" Azexela gasps as she holds her tummy.

"He is really quite amusing, that mortal, I can't wait to see what other tricks he would develop."

Marcel smiled, apparently, whosoever these people were, they weren't familiar with d**k's methods, he had been facing off against d**k for years and he knew what the chap was all about 'distraction'. What made d**k so good with it was how he could easily invent new ways to keep his opponents busy without them even having the faintest idea, Griff had told him all about it, Ixonquious who was the first alpha-human, this strange man in all black must have constantly faced off against Ixonquious, he probably thought d**k was the same person too, he could tailor this to his advantage and have his revenge.

"You called him Ixonquious" Marcel says aloud, everyone's eyes was now focused on him

"He might be your Ixonquious but he is definitely my d**k, not my d**k d**k though but you understand what I mean, I know how he thinks and how he moves, if we team up together, we can defeat him."

Larias facial expression still remained unchanged, Azexela had a cruel smile on her lips, sweat dripped off Shekindra's face, he knew what was going to happen and he didn't like it.

"You insolent mortal" Larias said in a demeaning tone as he raises his left arm at him.

Marcel felt like a black weight had fallen upon him, he felt his bones and organs being crushed internally, his skin was also ripping to shreds, Marcel opened his eyes, he was in a black featureless sphere, it was a black hole, similar to what he was earlier except this one exerted far stronger pressure.

"Insignificant worms like you should know your place, I am the conqueror of all, the maker of widows, the master of slaves, I AM LARIAS" Larias says aloud, his face was now cloaked in a black aura.

"You shall suffer severely for your impudence, mortal."

As Larias spoke, the pressure of the black hole on his body kept increasing.

Marcel tried his best to keep his act together but he couldn't shake the dread of death, the pressure seemed to be affecting his thoughts as anytime, he tried to get angry, his head bursts into immense pain .

"Is this how I am gonna die, was Antonio and Mary's death all for nothing, I am so pathetic."

"You really are a strange one" came his sister's voice, Marcel looks up, he was in his favorite memory, it was back when he was sixteen, his best friend Antonio was right beside him, they had just barely escaped with their life from a drug lord whom they had stolen a lot of money from, the drug lord had died in the process, his goons flustered had tried to kill them but they had all escaped, he had told his sister he wanted to use his cut of the money to become a mafia boss himself.

"Come on, sis, I can't do it without you, you have been with me every step of the way" sixteen year old Marcel has said, he was dressed in a black suit, same went for his best friend, Antonio, he too was dressed in a black suit.

"Okay little brother, anything for you" Mary had said as she hugged him, she was in a lilac dress, it had roses patterned all over, Marcel smiled as he was hugged, he could smell his sister's sweet fragrance, she must have used her best perfume.

"How about you, Tony" Marcel asked in Antonio's direction

"I am with you every step of the way, it's what friends are for, ain't it" Antonio replied as he smiled too, he joined them in the group hug, squeezing the two of them tightly.   Marcel remembered that moment, he had swore that he would do anything he could to protect them, he might have failed at that but he wasn't going to fail his sister's last words, she told him to do whatever he wanted, and what did he want now, to kill Dickson Reyes and no force was going to stop him.

Marcel closes his eyes, green flames envelope his body, he was shining even more brightly than a sun, exerting the flames out, the black hole vanishes, he had destroyed the black hole.

He stepped out, his body was shining and his eyes were on fire, though it didn't in any way affect his clothes.

"I see, you have taken on a new form, it seems stronger but I still doubt your capability" Larias says, he had an unimpressed expression

"That was just an intermediate black hole, I want to see you stop my stellar black hole."

"The longer we kid around all day, the more time we give to Dickson to achieve his aim here and escape, there will be time for jokes later, right now, we both want the head of the same man, you don't know him like I do, I am your one and only shot at capturing him but in return, I request a favor" Marcel says aloud.

"And what will that be?" Larias asks, he had a creepy smile on his face, almost like the one he had before, this was scaring Marcel but he didn't show it.

"My best friend and my lovely sister are dead, I saw her resurrect that guy, I want my buddies resurrected too" Marcel says firmly.

"I won't be able to help with that" Azexela says with a creepy grin.

"Why is that" Marcel asks trying his best to suppress his anger.

"What's wrong with this b***h, you have the power to resurrect them, why do you have to make it so difficult."

"When a mortal dies and it's soul is released, if it isn't claimed by one of the mistress, one of the gods claim it for their use, that's why revival without the permission of a god who owns the soul is impossible, well, some mortals have found a way around that to reincarnate their souls into an alternate dimension or time or even consume the soul of others for power" Azexela explains.

"That's untrue, I heard what d**k did, he brought back people who had died about eight years ago" Marcel replies sharply.

Azexela gives a short cruel laugh

"That was because he stripped the collector of those souls, with that, he could decide what to do with the souls, either consume, reincarnate or revive them, well, you can figure out what he chose."

Marcel frowns, this definitely didn't go as expected, he had thought there would have been a way to bring back the only people he cared about, he couldn't lose focus, not here and now, when he had found formidable foes who were capable of making his vengeance possible.

Larias give a cruel smile

"Speak mortal, you waste precious time, what will your decision be, will you aid me or I can squash you now like the insignificant bug you are."

Marcel was going to have that comment slide even though he had an inflated ego, he could get back at Larias later, something told him he was presently far too weak to challenge him now, looking at them with a determined facial expression.

"My sister told me to do what I want before she died, what I want now is to kill Dickson so yes, count me in."

"A wise decision, mortal" Larias says with a cruel smile.