Heaven's Spirits - Nick Venom (good story books to read .txt) 📗

in silence at their dining room table. They intertwined their fingers and rested them on the table. The first man, a dirty banged-up man, soon broke the ice. 

“It had to be a magic-user!” 

“Who have we offended to send a magic-user for our heads?” A second man asked.

“It had to be a noble. There aren’t any commoners who would go against us.” A third man blurted out.

“Impossible, we haven’t offended any nobles.” The fourth man chimed in. 

“Could it have been a random magic-user?” The first man asked. One of the men shrugged their shoulders. “Maybe some justice-filled magic-user.”

The other men remained silent; they were unsure of the culprit behind the attack. Magic-users were rare and sparse. Only two lived near the farm, both being tied to a noble family. Nearly every other magic user on the continent was taken up by nobles, with the small percent of free-roaming magic-users keeping to themselves and staying out of the limelight.

“I think we should eliminate that girl soon. Whoever attacked us wants to save that girl.” The first man remarked.

“Let’s kill her in front of the magic-user.” The fourth man added. The others nodded in agreement. They wanted to tear Rachel’s soul from her body in front of Mace. However, they didn’t realize that the culprit was inside their home, sitting at the empty fifth chair.

Mace watched with curious eyes and an angry heart. He hated the conversation in front of him and wanted to kill them all, but he wasn’t able to physically interfere with the situation. The best he could do was supply Rachel with items and intel, even though he was a being from another world he had no other power aside from this.

He quickly left the dining room and exited the house, phasing through the walls. He had a mortal form, but it wasn’t a real body, instead, something created out of spiritual energy which granted him his phasing ability. He used this ability to venture to the barn, seeing Rachel conscious. He approached her, catching her attention. She looked up and noticed him instantly, even though he carried no footsteps. “Who are you!” She shrieked, getting defensive.

“You can see me! I’m Mace, your Spirit.”He introduced himself.

“My spirit?” She questioned. She then glanced around and grabbed a nearby twig, pointing it at him. 

“Think of it as I’m your guardian angel. I was the one that sealed your wounds.” He said, revealing the empty healing potion. 

“What do you want?”

“To save you,”

She scowled at him. She had no trust in him or any other person alive. Instead, she shook her head and jabbed the twig at him. The jab pierced his torso but didn’t wound him. Instead, the twig went through his body, confirming that he didn’t have a mortal body. Rachel dropped the twig and staggered backward. Her eyes widened as her body began shaking.

“What are you?” She asked, her voice trembling.

“I told you, I’m a Spirit; your guardian angel,” Mace said. He then looked at Rachel’s frail figure. He opened the store and purchased a turkey sandwich, handing it over to her. She reluctantly took it, crunching on the sandwich. She couldn’t remember the last time she had food. It wasn’t enough to fill her, but it recovered some of her energy. However, this simple act of kindness wasn’t enough for Rachel to put her trust in him.

“How can you save me?” She questioned him, shooting him her shifty eyes.

“Do you want to leave this farm? Venture to different places and meet new people without being restrained as a slave?” He asked her. He then purchased a water bottle, handing it to her. She took the bottle and downed a giant gulp of water.

“I want to leave, I don’t want to be whipped anymore.” She said as she rolled up her sleeves, letting Mace see the marks the whippings left on her - they covered her in bruises, scarring her body. She then turned around and showed the majority of the markings, clumped together to form dents on her back. It looked like the moon’s surfaces, filled with big and small craters.

“How dare they do this to you!” Mace shouted. “Why are they treating you like this!”

Rachel cringed at his voice, inching away from him.

“Hey, shouting at your Spiritual Being isn’t the best idea. Don’t scare her away or else she’ll die. You’ll be sent away to hell for a month and she’ll be in the dirt dead because she won’t trust you enough.” Eleos’s voice declared from above him. Mace bit his lip, nodding.

Damn… he’s right. Now she looks frightened. He thought to himself before he crouched down. “Do you want to be free?” He asked her once he collected his thoughts. She hesitated, unsure whether or not to follow the man in front of her. However, against her instincts, she nodded her head, almost as if she believed Mace without knowing that she did. “Even if you had to kill, you want to be free?”

She didn’t nod her head instantly, hesitating to answer. “I… I… I… I want to be free and return to my family.” She responded. 

Mace nodded, going through weapons and finding her a bronze dagger, handing it off to her. She took it, a bit bewildered by how he was pulling the items out of him as he carried no bags on him. 

She took the dagger and started cutting at the chains to no avail. “It doesn’t work,”

Mace nodded, his mind puzzled. A sudden thought then entered his mind, alerting him to a category of the store titled ‘skills’. He opened the category and scrolled through a plethora of skills from worthless to mythical. Unfortunately, the water, sandwich, and dagger had dented his wallet, leaving barely enough for a skill known as Creation: Fire. He bought the skill, getting a card resembling a Pokemon card. He then handed the card to her, which activated immediately and implanted the skill into her. Within a minute of having the skills, she got to work melting the chains that bound her to the barn. She was prepared to leave, achieving her freedom, but one thing stood in her way. 

The men in the house were preparing to kill her, ending her life and purging her soul from the mortal realm. Mace would be sent to Hell for a moment, but would never get a redo for Rachel. She would be dead if the men reached her.

Fortunately, Mace didn’t intend on letting Rachel die so easily.

TBC... 

Episode Four "Free Slave"

Armed with the dagger and Creation: Fire, she looked around the barn before rushing towards a window that gave her a clear view of the four men exiting the house and heading towards her.

She turned towards Mace. “What do I do?”

“I can’t kill the men myself. Only you can do that.” Mace informed her. “I can’t interfere with the mortal world any more than I already have. I’m your guardian angel, but I can’t do everything for you, unfortunately.”

Rachel stared at him, slightly confused. She then shook off the confusion and set her eyes on the men. They were approaching quickly, armed with swords. The men approached carefully, an eye set for the magic-user assisting Rachel. None of them noticed Mace, who went through the barn wall, staring at them. “I wish I could kill you, but I can’t. Being sent away from Rachel and not being able to help her will lead to her death. However, I can’t sit back and watch as she fights for her life without giving her any help.” He muttered to himself, watching as the men split into two groups of two, heading to the entrances. There was the front door and backdoor, one having a large door frame and a dull green color and the other having an ugly brown-colored small door. 

Rachel heard the footsteps, ducking behind a few boxes, waiting for the first door to open and reveal the bloodthirsty men.

Mace monitored the men, noticing the pair at the front door making the first move. One of the men grabbed the door handle and yanked it open, allowing the other man to charge inside first.

“To your right!” Mace shouted, sprinting inside the building. Rachel heard him, summoning her fire skill. She waited to release her attack, crouching behind the box. The men that charged in glanced around for her. The barn had few windows, seeing very light entering the damp and dusty building. It had been cleaned a decade ago, now full of animal feces and dust. 

The man glanced behind him and motioned for his friend to follow him. The man nodded, following the first man inside the barn. The two men walked inside, using the dim lighting to traverse around the haystacks and animal droppings. 

The other pair, at the backdoor, entered the barn and searched for Rachel. The two pairs knew that Rachel was still inside, guessing that she was crawling up in a corner in the middle of the barn, chained up. They didn’t expect that she burnt her chains off, now waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Mace monitored the situation, noticing small glances from Rachel. She was prepared but still terrified. For a slave to turn on their masters was unheard of. They were loyal to their owners, fulfilling any order given - even if it led to their deaths.

“They’re going to converge on you soon. Throw the fire at the guys on your right and brandish your dagger. Slash the pair on the left. Remember, kill them and a new life will be waiting for you. Don’t… and you’ll lose your life here.”

Rachel nodded, her body trembling. Mace’s advice wasn’t enough to shed her fears. She still feared killing somebody with her hands, gripping the dagger tightly in her left hand and a fireball in her right.

“You have seven seconds before they find you. Strike now!” Mace shouted.

Rachel nodded her head again, inhaling and exhaling before standing up. She stretched out her arm, pointing the small fireball in her hand towards the pair on her right. The small fireball grew to the size of an adult human head as Rachel smiled weakly at them. They both raised their arms to block the fireball, expecting the worse.

“Now!” Mace shouted.

Rachel released the fireball, her eyes lingering on the burning men. Both men were hit by the fireball, their hair being singed off before their flesh began charring. The air within their bodies were extinguished, leaving behind two tightly packed charred human corpses, laying on their backs, looking up towards the ceiling.

She turned on her heels to face the threats on her left - two shocked men. However, the shock quickly dissipated, brandishing their weapons and charging towards Rachel. She reacted by raising her dagger and clashing with their swords by pure luck. She struggled to keep them at bay but their strength was quickly surpassing her’s and soon she would be pushed to the ground and killed.

“Build tension on the dagger, then let it collapse,” Mace advised her. “With all of the tension focused on the dagger, you could roll to your sides and flank them.”

Rachel followed his advice, letting the tension build. One of the men pushed all of his weight onto his sword, grinning as his strength was surpassing Rachel’s. Her back nearly bent