Free The Chaos Order (Fanghunters Book Three) by Leo Romero Page A

do.”
    “What’s that?” asked Dom.
    “Once you’ve destroyed Magdalena, you’ll have to retrieve the relic she holds, which I believe are the Fangs of Moroz.”
    “The Fangs of Moroz?” Dom echoed. “Man this is getting more bizarre by the minute.” He glanced back at Trixie, who shook her head as if to indicate she was thinking the exact same thing. Dom turned his attention back to Vincent. “So, come on, Vincent. Fill us in. You said you would. What in the hell are these relics? What do they do?”
    Vincent nodded. “Yes, I better give you the backstory, hadn’t I? This is what I know.” He licked his lips, then spoke. “Count Moroz terrorized the Old World, gripping it in a plague of darkness. A group of vampire hunters known as the Holy Order hunted him down and slayed him. Their leader, Abraham , was the one who finally drove the stake through his wretched heart. But, what Abraham didn’t realize was that Moroz had children. And those children were under the guidance of Moroz’s servant, a necromancer by the name of Balthazar, also known as the Mad Monk.”
    Dom turned to face Trixie, open-mouthed. Trixie rolled her eyes.
    “Is that all true, Vincent?” Dom asked, staring at him through squinted eyes.
    “Absolutely!” Vincent replied with a stern nod.
    Dom got the hint that he might just have offended the old man. “Okay, okay, just checking. Please continue.”
    Vincent mellowed and he carried on with his legend. “Balthazar was part of the Holy Order, but his true loyalties lay with Moroz. His treachery wiped out most of the Holy Order. Abraham was unaware of this all the way until he confronted Moroz as he slept. And just as he began hammering his stake through Moroz’s black heart, Balthazar appeared on the scene to save his master. He incapacitated Abraham and used his dark magic to place Moroz under a spell, just before he was fully destroyed. Balthazar managed to petrify Moroz’s remains, the small semblance of undead life still encapsulated within them. His eye, his fangs, his staked heart, his finger, and some of his powdered blood.”
    “You mean that thing’s actually his eye?” Dom said, his features contorted in disgust. “Ew!”
    Vincent’s back straightened. “Yes. Indeed, it is his eye. And it holds a remnant of the Count to this day. He’s waiting. Waiting for his resurrection. Each of the relics were then handed to his children for safekeeping, Balthazar informing them that although Moroz’s tyranny was over, he would one day return more powerful. Balthazar, an unholy seer , envisaged a time in the future of great turmoil and upheaval, a time of high technology. By then, the siblings would have reached adulthood and grown powerful. They were instructed to use the relics to resurrect their father and cloud the world in darkness. After this, they were secretly transported across the globe to spread their evil and darkness. There they were to build their own evil empires and eventually unite in a global order headed by their resurrected father.” Vincent paused. “That time is now. The time of the Great Unveiling.”
    Dom puffed his cheeks. “Man, that’s some heavy crap!”
    “You don’t believe all that, do you?” Trixie said to him.
    “Well, er... I...”
    “Whether you believe it or not is irrelevant,” Vincent stated. “It’s all true. And now, we are the only thing standing in the way of the Great Unveiling. We must retrieve those relics.”
    Dom clicked his fingers. “I got it! Let’s just destroy that eye , and hey presto, no more Moroz. Job done and we can party!”
    Vincent shook his head.
    Dom began shaking his head alongside him, his grin melting. “No?”
    “No, I’m afraid not. You cannot just destroy these relics and hope the specter of Moroz will vanish. You cannot just throw a nuclear rod in the trash. These things have to be disposed of properly. Using rites and incantations. And so we must have the set. All five of them. And only then