Dimensional Travels: World at War-Chapter 88: Justin

Mithrael sat in his office, surrounded by the four top generals as he looked at the reports from previous battles. "Has there been any further effort to find General Hezel?" He asked, his jaw clenching. "My failure of a son branded him as a failure and exiled him, but I have need of his services. If he is found, bring Hezel here."

General Hoath shook his head. "No, my lord. We have heard of nothing from General Hezel nor his family. They have tried to search high and low for him. Each search has been fruitless. I believe he may not be in the Empire."

Mithrael sighed as he set the reports down, looking out into the mountainside where the Llrathel facility had been. "What is this ’project dyablo?’ He said, his eyes narrowing. "Do not tell me that what I am reading is what I think it is?"

Each General shifted in their seats, looking to one another.

General Hemas stepped forward. "Sire, we found out about those projects at the same time as you. There is a problem, however... the mana cores that were surgically implanted cannot be removed safely, my lord."

Mithrael sighed, his hands clenching under the desk. "How many?" He whispered quietly, his eyes dark with mana swirling around them.

"Two hundred, milord."

The room went silent. The very air pressed down on the generals like the oxygen was a guillotine on their necks.

Mithrael finally spoke after thinking for a few moments. "Ask them if they wish for death." He finally answered. "I had never known my son was filled with such evil in his heart, so I will personally bless each person, and have them reincarnated with promise of a better life. If they wish to perish, tell me. Bring all of those that do to my chambers."

The General nodded.

Mithrael continued. "The war cannot proceed like it has been. Bring a priest here. I wish to confer with the church on a matter I think is high priority. Has there been any word from the other heroes?"

General Hoath shook his head. "No sire. The last check in we heard from them was well over one month ago. Since then, we have heard nothing."

Mithrael sighed. "As of this moment, think of us as having no heroes any more. My neglect towards my son has caused this. I will make it right. Go. Fetch the priest."

Mithrael continued to pour over documents by himself as maids waited in the corner. He paused, looking up at them. A mortal may not have noticed, but he did. They were visibly shaking.

"What is your name, child?" He said to the nearest maid. Her blue eyes showed signs of despair as she curtsied, her blonde hair reflecting the light. "Sire, my name is Remia." She whispered quietly.

"Have you been touched?"

Tears poured from her eyes. "It is a maids duties to serve, Lord Mithrael."

Mithrael stood up, walking over to the woman. His hand touched her head. "I am a God, child. I have no need of those activities, and it saddens me so to see your heart tremble. I proclaim that so long as I draw breath in this realm, no person in this kingdom shall suffer such as you have. And..."

His finger wiped away her tears. "I wish I had known. To see such beauty marked with despair brings darkness on my heart."

The maid couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. She collapsed to the ground, her hands clasped to her chest. "Thank you, Lord Mithrael. You saved my sister from sharing a fate with me." She began praying out loud to him, her sobs echoing against his pant leg. The other maids watched, their own tears falling gently.

Mithrael didn’t smile, his eyes focusing on the women in the room. "All of you?" He whispered.

No one answered.

"As of today, you all are released from your chains to this castle."

He walked to his desk, writing letters for each woman. "Go. Take these to the treasury. You will each be given one million coins. Live life how you please."

The maids walked up one by one, taking the letters and running out of the room. Once in the hallway, they slowed their pace. They looked around in suspense as if each corner was a blade.

Remia sighed as she starting walking normally. "We’re finally free." She whispered, turning to the other girls. "I don’t know about you all, but I will set up a makeup shop."

Various agreements rose up, and the girl’s walked out of the castle once they had their money. They didn’t look back to what was once their prison.

Mithrael opened a drawer in the desk he had been looking through, and noticed the desk had a small indentation. He opened the indentation, and found more stacks of papers. On those papers he read "mana suppression circles."

"WHAT?"

He could no longer contain his rage as he read the papers. "Human souls..." he muttered. Mana spread out from him, the room filling with an icy breeze as he read the reports.

"This cannot be allowed. My own son..."

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and Mithrael retracted his mana, coming to his senses. "Enter."

A guard entered, the high priest behind him. "Sire, I have brought the high priest, as requested."

Mithrael regarded the Priest behind the guard with cold eyes. The priest launched himself to the ground, kissing Mithrael’s feet. "Oh exalted one! This lowly one doesn’t deserve the honor-"

Mithrael cut him off. "I am not here for pleasantries, priest. Cease the overabundant worship. While it brings me great joy to know a child such as you holds my worship dear to your heart, I unfortunately need you for other purposes."

The priest nodded as he stood up. "Apologies, my lord." He brushed his robes off and stood next to Mithrael.

Mithrael smiled as he sat back down. "My child, do not apologize. It brings me great happiness to know the children of my church worship me with such glorious esteem. But come. I have need of your opinion."

The priest sat down at Mithrael’s desk, his golden robes billowing around him as the guard shut the doors behind them. "Please, sire. Tell me what you need."

Mithrael pulled out the documents he had just been reading over. "My son has become an irredeemably evil existence. I will snuff him from this world. I wish to hold a mass funeral for all those lost in his schemes. Too many of our citizens have perished because he wished to wrest control of this world for himself."

The priest read over the documents and his face grew more grim with each name. "What of the souls, milord?"

Mithrael shook his head.

"A soul, once consumed... is erased. They vanish into nothingness and can never be recovered. Even us God’s can do nothing for this. That is why the laws regarding souls are enforced so heavily."

Mithrael looked at the priest. "I wish to summon another hero. But this time... I wish for the hero to be like those otherworlders. Their tactics, their knowledge, their doctrine? Everything they know far surpasses our own style of warfare."

The priest sighed as he rubbed his hand on a pendant. "We will need to use your divine sea for that, Lord Mithrael. A pointed summoning with criteria consumes much more holy power than a regular summoning."

Justin looked at the screen in front of him, smoking a cigarette as the signatures popped up one after the other. He sighed as he leaned back in his desk. Behind him, slurping and gagging noises were echoing out as two soldiers were spending their last moments enjoying time together. He chuckled and shook his head. "Really?"

His buddy Josh walked up, shaking his head. "Let em fuck. If I had the chance to do what Rod is doing, I’d take it too."

A female voice gasped out as plopping sounds were heard. "You can join too!" She gasped breathlessly.

Josh shook his head. "Nah, I’m good LT. I wanna maintain my loyalty to my wife, Megan Fox." Josh ignored the sounds coming from the back, looking at the screen.

Justin snorted. "Megan fox, really?" He then turned to the screen. "Man... SBIRS picked all of that up, and we can’t shoot em all down. Welp. It was nice knowing ya, Josh."

As Josh turned to respond, time froze. A man stood in front of Justin, and looked at him. "Do you wish to die here, or come with me to another world as a hero? I can only freeze time here for a limited period. So you must make your choice now."

Justin closed his eyes as he looked at Josh. His friend he had known since they were privates. "Can he come too?"

The man paused, thinking as he looked at the other soldier. "Very well. I can arrange for that. My name is Mithrael. I am the God of a world called Brishan. You will awake in a chamber surrounded by my soldiers. Do not panic, we will not harm you."

Justin accepted immediately. Now that his buddy was coming with him, he had no reason to refuse. "Oh... uh.. God? Are there cat girls there?"

Mithrael stared at the man, choosing not to answer as he waved his hand. All three men dissappeared in a wave of light.

"Good afternoon, Justin." A voice called. "Welcome to the Cartharic Empire, you are in the world of Brishan. I look forward to working with you."

Justin woke up, his buddy Josh also stirring as the two come to their senses. The first thing Justin sees is a priest. He looked like pictures Justin had seen online of the pope, and Justin nodded to the man. "Hello sir. My name is Justin Fuentes. My buddy’s name is Josh Lurkle. I hope that we have a long working relationship together."