Eli

  I smile, as I breathe in the heavy smog filling the city. At the discovery of the government trying to keep this under wraps for a while, which of course fucking failed, its a giant black hole looking orb sitting in the middle of brooklyn. But anyway, at the discovery of the government trying to hide this thing, a lot of people literally started rioting, I mean, think of how many people hate their lives, and wish they lived in a fantasy world. Well now you have that. Lord of the Rings fans? Love it. Harry Potter fans? Love it. Anybody who likes anime, or manga? Loves it. Or just any Disney adults, they love it too. Or Historians, or people who study the cultures of other nations, or just people who love to travel.

  So now, all these previously docile relaxed people started rioting like hell. For about a month while the government was trying to negotiate with the kingdom on the other side, the whole while people were tearing through the streets, beating against riot police, buildings burned to the ground, officers skulls were smashed in with hammers, tear gas filled the streets. The resulting mix of chemicals filled the air, and makes your eyes water even now.

  I chuckle, and stroll through the streets. People staring weary eyed, at my belt. I finally arrive at the 75th Newy York police station, and I casually stroll in.

  A bored secretary looks up from her computer, her fist pressed to her chin, and her long hair messily flowing over her face. “How can I help you?” She asks, before glancing at the belt, and recoiling. “What the fuck!” With a startled expression she throws a finger at the belt.

  I smile. “Hi! I'm a kingdom official, we have been noticing an influx of illicit substances from your world, and we would be looking for a police officer, retired police officer, or detective, to help identify, and document these illicit substances. We would be hiring this person of course.”

  The lady, in response, screams. “BODY! BODY!” An older woman in uniform bursts out of a back door, and draws her gun, followed shortly behind her a portly man, with an extra chin, or two waddles out, also in uniform.

  “Woah, ay, that's a freaky belt you got their kid.”

  I smirk. “Don't worry, it is completely legal, and safely sourced. We have a program in the kingdom where when people die, their family members can donate their bodies to the government, for necromancers to use, or the like.”

  The older woman approaches slowly, and waves her gun at it. “What… What is it?”

  I shrug, and the belt unfurls. Its eyeless face stares at her. “It's just an extra limb, as well as being an aid in combat. The jaw is goblin, they have sharper teeth, and stronger jaw muscles.”

  Her eyes crain open. “Oh… I am afraid we are going to have to detain, and question you though.”

  I chuckle. “No.”

  She frowns. “Yes.”

  I roll my eyes. “Do you really want to be known as that cop that caused a major diplomatic crisis between the literal fantasy world with elves, and dwarves, and magic, because someone came through with a necromanced belt?”

  She stutters, “Well, I mean-”

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  The fat cop jumps in. “Well, maybe we just wait. Weren't we supposed to get a briefing on Friday, in these sorts of scenarios involving the fantasy world? Maybe it's for the best that we don't detain him.”

  She glares. “Fine.”

  “Oh! Wait!” I continue. “Would you happen to know any ex-cops or I don't know, somebody we could hire, because we've noticed a influx of drugs, like cocaine, and marijuana, and stuff like that, but they don't have a record of those, so they need someone so they can document them, and stuff.”

  The big fat man lights up. “Oh yeah! My friend Timmy got discharged after he shot some kid, but here's his address.” He scribbles a note down on the paper, before slipping it to me. “He knows his stuff about drugs, so don't you worry.”

  Milo

  With a boom another one of Lysanders fiery rains drops down into enemy lines. The liquid fire hits the ground splashing onto corpses, burning the flesh away from the bone, and leaving charred corpses, with glowing weapons littered throughout the battlefield. Axe heads, their handles thoroughly incinerated, swords the twine allowing for better grip turned to ash.

  One of the enemy commanders bounds from the masses, and swings a cleaver in their left hand. Ivan rises to meet them, and with a clash, and a scream of tortured metal colliding the Orc is thrown back to the ground, and Ivan collides nearby them.

  Faster than anybody could see Ivan begins to throw punch after punch, but the Orc is ready, and has a parry or a dodge for each, as Ivan fights he is swarmed by weaker Orcs trying to get a piece of the pie, so the mages concentrate their firenon Ivan, knowing it will do no harm to his legendary defenses, but incinerate the swarming green men. Ivan eventually receives a devastating blow from the crude weapon, tearing through his armor, but leaving Ivan unharmed. He responds by in an instant uncovering the 50 foot deep hole he'd been digging with his mind this entire time.

  The Orc drops, but they just grab a neighboring orc, throwing them downwards using the momentum to propel them upwards, but as they draw close to the rim of the pit, Ivan releases a devastating strike, his hands locked together, he arches his back, and slams his closed hands into the head of this poor Orc, who flies to the bottom of the pit, Just as Ivan begins to collapses the pit, another Orc commander arrives. The same one from before, he swings a pointed finger, and a line of invisible force extends in Ivans direction. Ivan attempts to swat it away, only for it to plow straight into his armor.

  At this moment the first Orc frees himself from the pit, wounded, but still in fighting condition, he sets himself upon Ivan, blow after blow, he swings his cleaver like a baseball bat, all the while the other Orc stays in the back lines firing shots of energy at Ivan. Then, with a resounding boom, a tear opens in the sky, instead of a hand, as I had thought, a hellish black fire, blasted out, as if from a jet engine. It lands directly atop the Orcs head who was firing blasts of energy at Ivan. The Orc throws its hands up and a beam of white energy protrudes, before separating like an umbrella, we see this just as he is immersed in fire, and disappears.

  But just like that, the Orcs begin to rout, seeing a beam of fire like that flaming their commander, they turn, and they begin to run. The fire finally dissipates, and the Orc stands, burned, but alive, and he quickly retreats, his speed aiding him in catching up with his followers, right behind him the Orc with the cleaver notices them fleeing, and follows shortly behind.

  Ivan jumps up, and in an instant lands atop the wall, his stone armor crumbling away leaving an exhausted old man, heaving. “Fuck, that was hard. Been a long time since I've been fighting multiple opponents of similar strength to me… But…. They are inexperienced. I think I could have held them off for longer if necessary. But I'm glad Via assisted me in that.”

  Via, having heard her name, glares up from her position vomiting over the wall. “Shut up you useless old shit.” She throws up a rude gesture, before her servants swarm her, and offer their mana to her, so she may be more comfortable.

  Lysander lowers himself into a sitting position next to Ivan, his face pale, but not as bad as Via. “Indeed, using so much mana like that is quite taxing. That rain of fire is probably my most expensive ability, I can fire it once, and then one more supercharged fireball.”

  Ivan nods. “One day, you will turn the tides of battles single handedly, and be glad for that cost, stretching your mana capacity so.”