Chapter 113: Chapter 113

“No! No! Give me those!” she screeched and flew at Camper, who didn't move an inch. But before she could reach him, she was blasted off into the cage Avril's friends just vacated. Camper hurried over to Prince Dakar.

“You came right on time. They've hurt Avril,” Dakar said. Camper looked at the white fog and clenched his teeth.

“Verona will help. She's coming. They are coming.”

Dakar nodded and took one of the clear crystal balls and lifted it up.

“Camper feels emotions more than anyone else can. Which is why he's a playboy; he enjoys the pleasure a hundred times more than an average person. And when someone is overexcited, or is hiding something where they've channeled all their protective information... Camper can trace where all those emotions are headed,” Prince Dakar said as Athena began to rise.

“Where your treasure is stored, there will your heart be,” Camper recited.

“While you were busy flirting and trying to make him take you there on your garden floor, he was looking deep into your emotions and read you like you were an open book. Your most important possessions are these two balls. Where you intend to trap my soul forever after Dojo takes full control of my body. The reverse is also the case. Because these same balls can trap Dojo forever, and if used properly, he would get locked in hell for the rest of eternity.”

Athena was panting heavily.

“You wouldn't be able to do that. It's not that easy.”

Prince Dakar grinned.

“The key to doing that is me. Dojo is after me, and wherever I am, he would follow.”

Camper drew out one of his twin swords from across his back. Dakar created a transparent barrier between them and Athena. Then he placed the crystal ball on the floor in front of him. He stretched out his arm, and without warning, Camper struck it with his sword. No groan escaped Prince Dakar. He just stretched his forearm and allowed the blood to drain down on the ball.

“No! No! Wait! Dojo! Come out, f*cking come out of him right now!” she screamed at the top of her voice.

“He's not going to control me anymore. Not when he tried to murder her. All his powers are bowing to my will, all my will has bowed to Avril. Only her revolves in my mind, my existence revolves around her. If Dojo was wise enough and wanted to take over, then the last person he should have ever thought of hurting was Avril!”

The ball began to glow white, and instead of the blood from his arm to flow down from it to the floor, the ball sucked in all of it, turning it red. As the crystal ball changed from transparent to red, it began to glow scarlet too. And then wisps of red mixed with black smoke began to come out of Dakar's body. He groaned as the smoke increased and tugged unto his body, not wanting to let go. His veins went turgid, and sweat broke out his skin. But whatever they were doing was working. The ball was draining him of Dojo. A sinister scream pierced the air as the ball sucked up the entire smoke unto none was left. Now inside twirled the smoke, claws and fangs materializing in it and disappearing. Dojo was fully trapped, and he was running mad with rage in it.

Prince Dakar picked the ball and walked to the fireplace, which was on their side of the barrier. It ignited on its own as Dakar stood in front of it. Athena howled and began to throw blasts of light against the barrier. She was powerful, and the barrier would have given way if it was not Prince Dakar who made it.

“Calm down, Athena. You and I will duel. Enough time to use all that power of yours later,” Prince Dakar stated.

“Say hello to hell for us, Dojo. Too bad we won't be seeing you ever again,” Camper teased as Dakar lowered the crystal ball into the fire. The fire blazed mightier, as if it had just been served more fuel.

Then the fire erupted, and the crystal ball burst. Dojo's last scream was heard as the fire extinguished on their side but was going to transport him to the flames of Hades on the other side... eternally confiscated.

Prince Dakar fell to his knees, exhaustion and relief hitting him all at once. His best friend hugged him from behind by wrapping an arm around him.

“You've fought well. You've won the war,” he whispered to him.

On the other side, Athena roared with anger and brought down the barrier.

“You've destroyed everything!”

She conjured a huge ball of red light and fired it at them. Camper grabbed his friend and sped out of the way. The power hit the throne, completely scattering it in tiny pieces and even left a hole in the wall. Athena fired again, and this time it blasted the two off.

“Remdangit!” Camper swore as they hit the wall, and it crashed down on them. Athena whirled a huge hurricane and sent it their direction. Dakar waved in a mighty wind, and it crashed into the hurricane, dissolving it.

“Go to them,” he ordered as he got to his feet.

“The girls?” Camper asked.

“No. Backup.”

Camper sprang to his feet and sped outside. Athena threw a blast in his direction, but Camper was gone before it crashed down.

Dakar conjured chains and wrapped them around her. She struggled and roared, but more chains attacked her and bound her with force.

“Those are the same chains you've used on all these innocent people for centuries,” Dakar informed her. She roared again, anger sparking around her like electricity. One by one, people began to materialize around the castle. They would glance at their hands, legs, and necks. No magical chains. They were free, and then they would erupt in shouts of freedom.

Athena screeched.

“No! They're mine! They're my slaves! Mine!”

Dakar smirked.

“Goodbye, Athena. It's time you experience the hell Dojo so wanted to escape.”

Athena began to laugh at what Dakar said.

“You can't kill me. There's only one way to end me, and you can't do it. You never can. No one can.”

“I would need a bit of your blood in this other crystal ball.”

“Exactly. And I traded my blood for something else years ago. What courses through my veins is not blood.”

Camper returned to the ruined throne room with Verona and the weird guy.

“She's in there,” he said to Verona, who quickly darted into the untouched fog. The weird, quiet guy stood beside Prince Dakar.

“I brought backup. The reason I've kept her by my side all these years. I didn't know if she could come in handy someday. Thank God she has,” Dakar drawled.

Athena furrowed her brows in confusion.

“Who?”

The weird guy smiled.

“Hello, Mother. I must say I took a lot after you,” he said, but his voice was feminine. Athena's eyes widened as he materialized into a carbon copy of her, only this woman was curvier and darker.