Wudang: Legends Of Qi Earth 85 Infernal Prison Dimension Xi : Dark Sylphs

When Alex opened his eyes again, he was in a rather uncomfortable position. He was hanging upside down, over a boiling pot of green sludge, which was weird, sludge the last thing he remembers; was falling down the doorway to h.e.l.l…...or rather the pit to h.e.l.l. He looked around, but Louis and Yun Fao were nowhere to be found. It was confusing, but apart from the boiling pot of sludge, which as time went by and Alex got more in tune with his senses, he realized was actually a pot of soul, of toxic sludge, the noxious fumes coming off from it was making his eyes water.

Which would also explain the boiling seeing as there were no flames beneath it. Everything else was dark, Alex couldn't see; it was as if he was in the middle of an endless expanse of darkness, whilst being hung over a pot of bubbling green sludge, without flames mind you. You didn't need to be a professor to know that there was something seriously wrong, but what that was, apart from the obvious, Alex wasn't exactly sure.

"Ahhh! We see dinner is awake.....good. we have waited long for a meal kekekekeke them two other boys, ran off from us they did, expect them be back for their friend they will. And we was right! They hang around the edge of our perception they do, but if they make no effort then sylphs eat friend....cause friend smell so goooooooood!"

Okay so let's get something straight, Alex was hung upside down, being bound by G.o.d knows what, in G.o.d knows where and being a.n.a.lyzed by three hundred women with raspy voices.....or one woman with really bad lungs. But none the less he got the basic gist of what was going on here, they fell and got captured by this sylph yet unknown enemy, he was unconscious which made him too much of a liability so Yun Fao and Louis made a run for it, however they were still hanging close, looking for an opportunity to save him...…that seemed to be accurate, but Alex wasn't exactly happy they left him, even if they had every intention of coming back. And it wasn't as if he didn't understand, but he was fourteen, he was allowed to feel annoyed when friends he trusted left him behind.

{You're in trouble now Alex, those are dark sylphs! Corrupted wind spirits that feed of the breath of essence of life, in this case they'll drain you dry of your energy, both Qi and spirit. You would survive but, you'll be useless!

Since I'm using your senses I can't see them, however they sound really close to demonization, and once that happens, they'll become a legion, and that's not s.h.i.+t you're ready to deal with. But none the less it would take a few thousand years for that to happen, but you still need to get free. You can't use the masks, you're pretty much drained after the stunt you pulled with the Nagas, leaving you with just your Qi. Khan is much too young and weak to be of any help, so I'll suggest you find a way out, probably try using the mantle, it's polymorphic after all.}

This was beginning to get ridiculous, how could they just keep on jumping from one problem to another, it so wasn't fair and it's p.i.s.sing Alex off to no end. Sure this was a rather dangerous place, a prison but were the stress and horrors supposed to be this much, quite frankly Alex expected to be placed behind bars and made fun off by a.s.shole guards, however everything in this f.u.c.king dimension was out to kill him.

"We would like to ask! Any last words dinner? Kekekekeke" Alex rolled his eyes at the voice, for some reason he really couldn't bring himself to be afraid of these wind fairies, he was just angry.

*Booom! Bang! Clang!*

The pot of boiling sludge beneath Alex which, was completely useless when you consider the fact that sylphs don't eat flesh, was kicked, suddenly thrown into the darkness where it proceeded to smash into a wall or something, it was much too dark to see. Alex felt a little gust of wind at his feet and hands, before whatever it was that was binding him got cut off, and then there was a little bit of pressure within his chest, and a feeling of warmth and cold at the same time.

Alex flipped himself and landed on his feet, but before he could make a run for it, a heavy blast of wind took him off his feet and threw him into the darkness. His back slammed against a brittle mound, that broke apart and turned to dust with the impact his body made on it. Alex coughed and sneezed at the same time as he tried scrambling to his feet, his hands then got in touch with the obvious shape of a skull, and further movements showed that there were other bones around, lots and lots of them.

"Where do you run to dinner, we have need of your ESSENCE!" 

Alex couldn't see what he was fighting, but he could hear, however even that could prove to be a problem because as it stands Alex had lost his spear, and there was no immediate weapon in hand. So he moved his hand to the mound of bones beneath him, his fingers sinking into the eye sockets and nose holes of a skull, and then he turned sharply, before proceeding to smash it against what was heading for him.

*Cras.h.!.+*

Wind or not, Alex was actually being attacked by something physical, and even though the skull turned to dust in his hands, the sound of pain from whatever it was that was attacking him was very much music to his ears, but this fight wasn't over yet. He held his hands to his chest as he scrambled up the mound; that as he slowly made his way up, was beginning to turn into a small hill of bones . Alex could not begin to envision how long these sylphs have been here, or the sheet amount of people that have died under their captivity, none the less the bones beneath him, were a lot.

*Wooohoohoooohooo*

The sound of the wind wailing was heard as Alex's feet was swept out from under him, he fell backwards and slammed his head on a rather hard bone. He cursed in anger as he started sliding backwards on his back, all of his progress made on the mound was completely eliminated. When he got back to the ground, he quickly got back up to his feet and turned his head in the direction on the wind that was rapidly approaching him.

He still had west wind tucked safely in his storage ring, and he pulled it out in anger, widening his stance as his Qi and Spirit both seemed to sink into the sword, giving it a bluish green hue that made the sword vibrate even more. Alex didn't care who or what it was that kept attacking him, this was irritating to no end, and he really wanted to cut them all to pieces, even if they were made of wind.

But in that moment Alex understood that to cut wind, you have to be the wind itself, no element was more sharper than wind. It would take time, but just like water, wind would wear down a mountain until all that's left is a simple pebble. But then again it was one thing to cut a person, and it was another to cut wind, something that has no form and no physical look or shape. Wind was nothing and at the same time it was everything, to cut through such you have to become one with it, such that your blade becomes no different from the wind you're trying to cut; nothing and everything.

(East Sword Of Summer!)

The summer skills represented fire and was best suited to Spears and the like, however Alex had already lost his Halberd during the fall down this pit or hole or whatever the f.u.c.k it is. He only had his sword, but even then this was a weapon he had used in mastering the south sword of summer move previously, in Alex's hands, especially with the enlightenment he just received,  his sword was nothing like a spear and at the same time it was everything like it.

Thin strands of green like flames shot out from the sword, there hundreds and thousands of them which quickly congregated around Alex's body to form a dome. The wind smashed into it, and got set ablaze as an unholy screech filled the darkness and the green blaze spread allover it. It lit up the gloom, and everything was clear to see, especially the fact that Alex was standing in front of 15 foot tall woman with blackish green hair, tattered transparent wings, a very dirty and ugly grey dress, and a mouth filled with dozens of shark like serrated teeth. Her wings had covered the entire area, like a dome, and it was what had been causing the darkness.

Alex would have been horrified by the sight in front of him if he was not still stuck in the surreal feeling he had when using his sword. There were green flames of Qi and spirit blazing on West wind, and beyond that, there was something more, something different, a force that could only be born from a sword, an energy the likes of which he's never felt or seen before. But it was so tiny, so small, yet Alex knew it was this power, this force that was holding his Qi and Spirit together, if not their mixture would be nothing short of disastrous. And then Alex heard Nezha's voice.

{You have comprehended Sword Force and in turn you've used it to birth wind fire. Or at the very least a very crude version of it. None the less a new kind of flame has been born from your energy, the fire mask will absorb it and grow stronger now, and so will I. But it's going to take a whole lot more than that to beat these sylphs.}

Alex furrowed his eyebrows at Nezha's words, no matter how he saw it, there was just one sylph here. One very ugly sylph, but yet Nezha was still addressing her in plural form, rather than singular. And then that's when Alex took a closer look, and he almost lost his lunch...but there was none in his stomach. The sylph's skin was made up of hundreds of thousands of tiny fairies all cl.u.s.tered together to make one huge monster, it was nothing short of horrifying and disgusting. It left chills in his bones as he took a startled step backwards, this was unexpected.