#a challenge

Danny and Ellie keep summoning ancient demonic beings.

It started as a joke. Just them doing silly trends and summoning the most recent cyrtid. Moth man and what. They didn’t expect it to work. But they did.

So they moved on to the less. “Nice” beings.

Really after the 10th entity they should of stopped. But they were fun to fight and well… Honestly when they went to summon these things it shouldn’t of worked. They never did the circles and certainly didn’t sacrifice anyone.

They wanted to see what all they could summon.

Constantine is now stuck on a case with the bat. To find out which cult is summoning countless enemies. He unfortunately can’t track it by magic.

There is no circles or anything left in the air. These things just pop up and ever magic user can feel this world ending threat. Then poof. Just gone.

The cult may be dealing with the entities? Whether making deals or just sending them it was a problem.

How long until it was something the cult couldn’t handle and how many more would be sacrificed?

The waves crashed and writhed again eachother with a might the Ancestors would be proud off. Droplets of water, met Hiccup's face as he sped through the winds. He could feel Toothless's muscles tense and twist every move the pair made through the air. The dragon was as tense as the rider.

The furious beat of wings sounded off behind the pair as the rest of riders of Dragon's Edge struggled to keep up with their furious leader.

When Hiccup had gotten the simple Terror Mail of "Adventurer. Attacked. Grimborn." He made no attempt to hide his anger. He was seething.

The Adventurer was a modestly sized trading vessel, heading to the Northern Markets. It had only three dragons on it and was mostly crewed by older warriors wanting to experience the high seas once more. Hiccup had expressed concerns over the trip, but the boat was the definition of low value in the eyes of a Dragon Hunter. It was dishonourable to attach it, it was done fully and intentionally as an insult, and to his shame, Hiccup did feel absolutely insulted.

Sometimes he forgot that Viggo wasn't just calculated. He was also cruel.

He the Riders arrived, they where greeted by the grim sight they expect. The small trading vessel was nearly capsized as Viggo's giant ship had attached itself to the side. The Mast of the Adventurer was on fire and it looked ready to collapse.

"That, that..." Hiccup's hands clenched around the reins. If he was a dragon, his nostrils would flare with smoke. His eyes zeroed it on figures flailing in the water near the Adventurer. A sharp tinge of panic entered his hard, before it was replaced with even more uncharacteristic Viking-nay-draconic fury.

"...That pathetic, honourless liMP-DICK!"

Ignoring the wide eyes stares of his friends, Hiccup barked orders to the others to rush in to help the poor Berkians that where drowning, while he and Astrid would storm the Hunter ship in an attempt to save the captive dragons.

As the pair landed on the deck with their dragons, Hiccup could see one of the dragons, Mangle-a green Deadly Nadder- getting dragged below deck. The problem was, that between them and said and the poor creature, lied about three dozens of bloodthirsty marauders, with very sharp weapons.

And in the help, Viggo himself, smiling smugly like

"Viggo!" The Haddock Heir roared, before having to deflect the blows of an attacking Hunter with circular motion of his blade, "pick on someone your won size you-" another attacker, pushed of oof him by a sharp motion of Toothless's tail, "-worthless troll-shit smear."

Beside him, Astrid barked a laugh at his language as she fought off two men with her axe. A kick to ones gut and a slice to the others knee had them incapacitated.

Soon the pair tried to make their way across the hunter ship, fighting of Viggo's men at best of their abilities. But it was to no avail. Surrounded and weary the had to fight defensively lest they risk becoming dragon root arrow pin cushions.

Hiccup gritted his teeth and racked his mind for any tactic that would help them, but not for the first time, he felt helpless.

"Hiccup!" Fishlegs' voice called him from behind, and he turned to see the blonde man at top his Grockle with a-hopefully-unconsious body behind him. "They need-ahh" the blonde ducked under an arrow, "they need medical attention, soon."

Hiccup nodded in understanding and cursed his misfortune. Next to him, Astrid huffed with adrenaline, holding her axe close and ready for action. No point. They had lost.

Eyes blazing with fury, the young man looked towards Viggo and felt a new wave of anger crash over him.

"Greasy haired, munge stain!" he yelled out, holding himself back from rash action, "only a whale-humping cockroach would go after old folks. I hope you're proud of yourself!" He punctuated the last sentence with all the strength of his lung and quickly jumped to Toothless, following after the others as they rushed the survivors to Dragon's Edge to tend to their wounds. Hiccup's mumbled tirade of foul curses towards Viggo continue long into the trip, halfway in until it retreated in his head, where the slurs would be undoubtedly more creative.

but yeah, repost!! FOLLOW THE RULE.

sigh

okay, yknow what guys? im doing one of these.

25 notes and I'll start going on walks every day

50 notes and I'll start bringing a water bottle to school so I can hydrate more

75 notes and I'll start writing in my journal again

100 notes and I'll stop biting my nails

125 notes and I'll start getting more sleep (I don't get much ((it's my fault tho)))

150 notes and I'll convince my dad to get me therapy

175 notes and I'll clean my depression room

200 notes and I'll ask to move in with my mom over the summer

275 notes and I'll start planning that little ARG thing I've had in the back of my mind for months

Kyle sad too… sometime. :,,(

but! mmm, my like you! and Zoe like you >.<