Key of The Unseen Door

PROLOGUE 

“The Wizarding world has been policed by the Faction of the Sacred flame for over the past 5,000 Adamic years. I was once its champion and main enforcer….but they became corrupt. The demonic forces that infiltrated the ranks have exiled me. Now I'm an outsider…only the neutral factions give me brotherhood…and I found love with an Admic woman …I've got to keep her safe…if one of them come for her I will vanquish ‘em without a question” 

The Alchemist thought to himself 

ACT I

As Jamil Alhazred stood in front of the closet door in the bedroom of the old abandoned apartment building he thought over the recent events. The challenges, the losses as, well as the gains. Now fully accepting his enchanted and arcane linage within his Fulani ,Yoruban and Ojibwa roots; and fully realized as combat Alchemist destined to gaurd the sacred Unseen door of The Nameless City.

Turning away from the closet door; Alhazred grabbed his black duffle bag and made his way downstairs and outside where his car sat parked and securely cloaked with an invisibility spell. As the sun began to rise; the last Alhazred observed the budding activity by the mortal residents of the rundown neighborhood.  Alhazred would often stare into the souls of the mortals around him a habit from his 2 decades of Alchemy training. The observation of surrounding souls is an essential practice of the urban Alchemist; it allows the Alchemist to see what mortals pose threats to said Alchemist. Mortals of weaker souls are vulnerable to be used by demons in order to antagonize the practitioners of light. Noticing no threat or attention towards him Alhazred ended the cloaking spell and entered his black muscle sports car; and began to make his way into town to visit the Yoruban Wizarding arms dealer in the Reparative Territories. Using stored energy from the Nameless and unseen portal on which the abandoned apartment building sits; Alhazred and his urban chariot phased its way to New Yoruba village.

Moments later the last Alhazred along with his vehicle charged its way through the green mist on the outskirts of New Yoruba village. Upon entering the Miskatonic County Reparative community the urban Alchemist continued his path to the location of Arms merchant to gather supplies for his next Wizarding Duel.  Arriving at his destination parking his car and exiting the vehicle phased into a cloud of green vapors; teleporting into the shop where his friend, contact and arms dealer awaited.

“Well if it isn't the last Alhazred ... .always a pleasure…and not a second as usual…in my 400 years on this plane of existence no other client has befriended me like an Alhazred.”

Greeted the tall Yoruban man behind the counter of the shop. 

“Thank you brother …and peace.”

Said Alhazred placing his right hand over his heart and bowing in customary greeting. Placing his bag on the counter and opening it revealing stacks of 100, 50 and 20 dollar bills.

“That should cover it old man, make sure to keep some for yourself after paying your supplier. “

Said Alhazred as he stepped back from the counter calm in gesture.

“What did you have in mind, Alchemist?”

Inquired the Yoruban 

ACT II

“There's a portal on the west side…on the Slumlord's property ... .my goal is to lure the faction and Trapp em there and force em through.”

Jamil Alhazred explained 

“Hhmmm and send em back to their blind idiot so-called god Yag SA thoth…hhhmmmm good very good …so you need containment and destructive force.”

The Yoruban said in reply and contemplation. 

“Come with me, Alchemist. “

Instructed the nearly 7 foot tall arms dealer; as the two walked to the back of the shop

“So how is the Ogoon…I see you still drive it ?”

“He works well …does the job well…the cloaking spell you bonded to it recharges when I park it near the portal”.

Jamil explained in response; as the two enter a dark room located at the back of the shop. The Yoruban walked towards the rear wall wear a medium sized wooden chest sat on top of an elegant West African tapestry.

“The portal you found was used during the Seminole Wars…..The warrior Yaya John Horse used it to take African Seminoles into Mexico. The first Olmecs used it to bring weapons from Mars during the pyramid wars of the Enki dynasty…..it is where Prophet Enki banished the misled brother of Thoth …Yag Sa Thoth.

The Yoruban articulated as he picked up the wooden chest and walked with it towards Alhazred. Opening the Chest, the Yoruban revealed a collection of stones. The ones on Jamil's right side were a bright yellowish golden color, the center stones were a bold emerald color and the stones on the left side of the chest were a bright glowing red color. The stone emitting faintly heard vibration pulsated a glow; in almost a rhythmic fashion.

“The Golden stones will form the containment you need…place them in sets of fours …any extra place in the Ogoon and if needed you can activate them and cast  a shielding spell, for protection while in mobile combat….the Jade stones are pieces of Tiamat before she formed into earth used them to either enhance potions or plant them in to dirt visualizing an image of your enemies and they will act as a bomb of the second death leaving no trace of its victims….only a seeded tree that will be a portal of the unseen …keep track of where you plant them for they will mark your territory when the Adamic world topples….as well as safeguard the Adamics that are dear to you such as your beloved potion maker in Chinatown…”

The moment the Yoruban mentioned his beloved Alhazred immediately thought of her; Ting Casilda Song the daughter of Hui Sufi Master Song Jun Fan, great grandson of Song Jun Li the first Miskatonic County Reparative community…Chinatown. As Jamil drifted thinking of his Beloved Ting; the arms dealer snapped his fingers and sat down the wooden chest.

“Love can be dangerous young Alchemist the potion maker loves you as much as you do her…she will be safe…you defeated the King in Yellow and gave freedom to her and her father from the demon King ….you know have the demon king's power but if you allow a grounded emotion such as love take your focus away from the present you could suffer the same fate as the King in Yellow….which brings me to the next collection of stones the blood stones of Benin…these stones ONLY grant enhanced weather-mancy powers to one his blood linked to Abdullah Alhazred….your predecessor…They were first used by the Oyo King Shongo…keep what don't use and give them to the children I have foreseen you and the potion maker give birth two..and remember…WHEN you use them call your Fulani, Yoruban, and Ojibwa Ancestors as well as the Cantonese ancestors of your beloved…..for the souls of your children already exist in the unseen”

The Yoruban explained 

ACT III

“I understand old man …thank you” 

Stated the Alchemist in gratitude; bowing with his right hand over his heart with a smile. Picking up the chest after closing it.  Alhazred then closed his eyes as he prepared to phase away to Ogoon 1-7; his cherished enchanted urban cruiser; however he was stopped by the Yoruban.

“Alchemist….wait!”

Exclaimed The arms dealer as he placed a key into the key hole of the wooden chest.

“The talisman you asked for…it aks as a failsafe also….of you ever were to be comprised this key will neutralize the stones …..if you command so….guard it well Alhazred…the freedom of the Wizarding world rides with you victory “

The arms dealer said to his favorite client.

“Thank You again brother…for The All Giver.”

Jamil proclaimed as he vanished into a cloud of green mist; to prepare for the upcoming battle with an opponent hand selected by to Wizarding faction that trained him into the Combat Alchemist he is today.

EPILOGUE 

“Although I have defeated the Dagon Priest in combat and shamed the faction's attempt; they will strike harder outside the restrictions of ritual combat…this is no longer a Duel…it's a war …and by The All giver they will fall.”

The Alchemist thought to himself as he stood over the remains of his fallen opponent the Dagon Priest, former leader of the demonic faction of The Necronomicon.