Chapter 109: Guile and Brute Force

Chapter 109: Guile and Brute Force

The courtroom in the middle of the ruined village slowly filled with more and more strange creatures. Some came in disguises that ranged from simple cloaks and hoods to elaborate costumes. Others appeared openly. All were greeting old friends or carefully watching old enemies.

Leroy sat at his table, carefully filing his claws with a small manicure set. He'd learned long ago that many small bits of information could be gained for free. Odin might think the stupid pirate disguise would fool someone, but it didn't stop Leroy from finding out he was purchasing mortal-produced ale for the tables of Valhalla. He could sell that tidbit to several large breweries.

The most interesting discussion though, was coming from the table where the butcher was sitting. Several mortals had been holding a hushed discussion at the far end. It seemed to have nothing much to do with the courtroom, and everything about gaining power.

"...why now?"... "...all these gods just sitting here"..."...book open, it's not.......storage with all I need........absorbs...magical energies......total game changer...lets him get the power he needs to defy..."..."thanks to Uncle Damien, we can do it, and do it now."

Annoyingly, the lawyer came back from talking with someone, and the conversation ended with some nods and winks. As the mortals moved away, a gleam of powerful magic caught Leroy's eye. The mortal with the cursed god-blessed hat was wearing a ring. A ring with the Franklin crest of arms on it. Uncle Damien...? Damien Franklin!

He took another look at the butcher. A very hard look that burned quite a bit of mana and caught a few people’s attention. The butcher felt the stare, but simply ignored him except for raising his middle finger. Leroy kept staring, tallying up the special abilities he saw. Sculpted, Might, Vigor, Tough, Dark Glory, and Monstrous. Plus, some stuff he'd never heard of before. What were Endure and Push Onward? Sleepless? And look at the stamina? How was that even possible?

Things fell into place. A farce of a trial set up to bring together a bunch of gods. A mortal with a very specific build of limited skills and powerful perks. Someone that could take a lot of damage. Add that to someone acquiring Damien Franklin’s notes, and Leroy knew what was up: someone was building a god!

Damien was known for a lot of things. His method of problem solving always created more problems. When farmers in the village of Folgrim were worried about potato blight spoiling the crops, he created super-potatoes that were blight resistant - also sentient and they hated being dug up. Many a farmer had been chased out of his own fields.

The answer to that was mutant gophers with an addiction to potatoes. To get rid of the gophers he created giant gopher-hunting pigs. Potato farming was still a loser, but at least the bacon industry was booming in that area.

His most spectacular success was when the mad god Nixalten started a campaign to steal the power of mortal heroes to increase his own. Not only was he able to stop Nix, but his machines sucked out the stolen power and returned it to the mortals. Nix was sucked dry and the mortals saved. The complication came up when Cluxulese, the last and least of the heroes got the last bit of power. The machine had taken a lot of Nix's own power, and the lucky Cluxulese was the recipient. He went from Tier 1 to Tier 4, and became a legend in his own time before dying to an annoyed dragon.

Damien claimed it was a once-in-a-million fluke. But a lot of questions got asked, and Damien quickly took a long vacation to parts unknown.

And now one of his family had his notes, a powerful butcher, and a gaggle of gods who didn't know what was about to be taken from them. Hell, they might not even notice if the drain was subtle. A little from each would add up to a hell of a lot. Someone should really stop them from doing something like that! Or, at the very least, find a better use for that power.

Frustratingly, he couldn't follow them. The judges were coming back to their table. Leroy was suddenly unconcerned about the ruling.

Mithras pounded his hammer on the table many times to get order. The gavel was gone, and in its place was an iron hammer.

"A lot has been said, both in this court, and behind the scenes. Enough carrier pigeons and cherubs were winging their way into our chambers that we eventually asked for two gods of the hunt to start shooting them down."

"I'm certain a lot will be said about this case and its ramifications. That's fine. Talk all you like. If you wish to appeal, follow the rules."

"The five us are in agreement that the law must be the same for all beings, and not, as has been suggested, modified because of how things might have been done in the past. If you write a contract recognized by the system, you are bound to those words."

"In the case before us we find that the Fallen Angel, Lemechial, known otherwise as "Leroy," is in default on two contracts. In the first, he is in default for not performing the actions needed to repair and restore the village of Sedgewick. He must accomplish this to the court's satisfaction in the next 24 hours."

Leroy looked bored, "Yeah, I'll get my imp right on that. Then when I appeal, I'm going ask for three times that much in damages."

Mithras banged his hammer and continued, "In the second case, we find that Lemechial defaulted through his own actions after provoking and attacking the local citizens. It was during this fight that he destroyed the charnel pit covered by the second contract. He must restore the pit to its proper state, again, within the next 24 hours."

"We are considering further punitive damages. Court will recess for one hour during which the judges will take counsel from any god willing to give it. Lemechial shall not leave this courtroom." He slammed his hammer down.

Leroy held his anger down. Not the time to go crazy or draw attention. He put on his ‘I'm terribly disappointed in you, and so is everyone else’ face. Then he turned to Ozzy.

"Say, sport, you seemed a bit unhappy about not getting to hit me earlier. Feel like maybe settling this in trial by combat and telling all the gods to screw off? I'll make it worth your while. I know mortals like treasure, and I've got a big bag full of some nice Legendary items. I'll power down to your level, we go seven rounds, and if you can put a bruise on me, you can have the bag of loot, and enough gold to fix your stuff. What do you say?"

Ozzy instantly found he couldn't speak, with a leather muzzle tight around his face.

He lawyer stood on the table and addressed Leroy, "My client has nothing to say. Nothing whatsoever. He is a law-abiding citizen and would never dare even consider such a thing."

Leroy just smiled for a moment, "Aw, don't get upset little man - just giving your boy some options."

"And I'm not letting him ponder any of them. Ozzy, I would appreciate you leaving the courtroom, since that's where Lemechial is going to be. I have to go join a discussion on punitive damages."

In Sedgewick, dozens of mortals and gods saw the glow and heard the thunder. Hermes turned to Hades, "I think we found Leroy. Race? I've got my running shoes on."

"When has Death lost to a flower delivery man?"

Themis drew her sword and addressed the gods and other beings in the crowd, "We don't know what's happening, but I strongly suggest we get ready. I want a double line across that road. You know what you can do, sort yourselves out."

Several people hesitated, but when Odin yelled, "Yoho! Shiver me Timbers! Do what the lass says or I smite you all," they all got moving into position at the edge of town.

Chunks of rock were flying off the monoliths now, the injured one nearly two-thirds gone, the other faring much better at about three-fourths and still standing. The lightning got stronger. Leroy was starting to burn.

And that's when the batteries reached capacity. Ben had never thought they could pull off that much power. Ozzy was basically a fuse that would have burnt out long before this. The plan had been for Ben and Rolly to heal him as he took damage, and then drag him away with a rope when he got low. Leroy had interrupted the last bits of preparation. And now all the miraculous, high-capacity, mana batteries had reached 100% and were still being forced to absorb more.

Damien would have known to have a switch that disconnected each battery as it filled. Ben hadn't gotten to that part of the book yet and hadn't had the time to experiment. At 150% capacity the batteries glowed and became hot. At 200% they started to melt. A little over that and the first one exploded, causing a chain reaction that sent all of the batteries to follow the littlest one into oblivion.

A massive surge of energy exploded under Leroy's feet, knocking him up into the air. He landed hard with no control of his twitching body over 70 feet down the road towards Sedgewick. He glowed with absorbed power that continued to burn him.

Power surged up the wires and into the monoliths. The smaller one exploded into smithereens. A large chunk hit Leroy on his left knee and the rock exploded upon contact with the Fallen, shattering bones that hadn't been broken since he was created.

Only two beings saw the ending. One of them was Hermes who had thrown a Hermetic Circle of Protection around the mortals cowering in the crater. The other was Hades. He shrugged and watched. It wasn't in his nature to save anyone from death.

Ozzy stood up, wondering how the hell they were alive. He didn't see either god - just Leroy smoking in the road. While saving a favorite follower from death wasn't unheard of, both Hades and Hermes were of the opinion it was better to not get caught. Let them think the barrier held, or they'd gotten lucky.

Ozzy grabbed Billy and Layla, "Gates open! we did our job - time to do yours." He helped them up and walked them through the gate. Nothing at all happened, and they ran faster down the road to the center of the ruined city. Ozzy turned to the last standing stone. Even half destroyed the thing was going to weigh a lot.

The huge dolmen was twelve foot tall, with another two feet still in the earth. Layers of stone had been blasted off it, but it was still two feet thick at its base. It weighed in at a little over 12 tons. Ozzy grabbed hold of the huge stone and lifted. It grudgingly came out of the ground. He burned stamina to use push onward and it got easier to move.

At 22 STR Ozzy could lift 5750 lbs. With the 6x bonus he received from Haul 4 he could lift and move nearly 17 tons. He got the rock out of the ground and set it down. Shifting his grip, he managed to get his hands entirely under it, and lift it up. Now where the hell to put it? Ben and Suzette had said to move it as far from the gate as he could. He started walking towards Sedgewick.

Leroy was in the middle of the road. He didn't look good, but he wasn't dead. Even as Ozzy walked up, he was struggling to lift a hand. Ozzy thought about that hand holding Suzette. "You know Leroy, I think I'll take you up on that challenge to a trial by combat. All I need is someone to say 1,2,3 go."

And someone did. "1,2,3, go."

Ozzy lifted the enchanted monolith that had stood for centuries in front of Gadobhra high above his head. He would lift and drop it as many times as it took.

It only took one. The impact of the stone wasn't enough to kill Leroy. But the explosion that occurred as the still active runes contacted the fallen did. The rock was shattered and scattered over several acres. Leroy’s head exploded like a ripe pumpkin, followed by the rest of his body turning to dust.

Ozzy simply disappeared.

Hermes was hard pressed to survive and spent most of his power on a hastily erected barrier. Hades didn't feel like protecting anyone and simply let the blast pass through him - and waited.

A being of light and shadow coalesced above where Leroy had lain. Broken wings held it in the air. One side of its face was beatific, the other a melted ruin. The hands were clawed and its skin alternated between burned and smooth white. Lemechial in spirit - his body of primordial stone destroyed forever.

"Come to gloat, Hades? Or just ready for when I kill those mortals? I have enough power left for that."

Hades laughed, "Sorry, I don't get involved with that. I'm here about another matter. It seems that you owe some taxes. A lot of taxes. So much that it might take a few decades just to figure out how much. I can't even estimate what the fines and jail time will come to. But you aren't going anywhere for a long, long time."

Hades snapped his fingers. Black chains erupted from the ground and restrained the Fallen Angel's spirit. Lemechial screamed as he was dragged down to Hades’ realms.

Through guile and brute force, the crafty minions of ACME corporation have unsealed one of the Ancient Cities of the Dark.

Gadobhra is back in business.

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