Chapter 36.6- Doom Days

XXXXX- THE FALL OF NEPAL

The ministry of magic was a large building. The largest in Kathmandu, Nepal’s magical community. It was built into a mountain that stood at the centre of the village and took up much of the mountain’s interior. For such a small community, they needed a lot of administration. So when Japan’s attack began, it was no wonder that it took the Minister at the top— known as the Grand Abbott close to an hour to find out that some of the lower levels of his building were no longer under his control.

When the prisons had been coopted, an alarm bell began ringing in his office. That was the time that the man, known in this life as Rudra Sangpo stood from his desk and removed his wand from within his robes. He had foreseen this day coming since the day the Japanese orchestrated that false flag attack in the middle of England’s magical school and ensured that Europe would be placed out of the war to come.

“Have the students evacuated. Use plan Beta 79.” He instructed Divya as he walked from the office and began to make his way to his private warded elevator.

“What about the Defenders?” He asked Jeevan his second assistant.

“No reports from them so far, Sir” He said speaking into his radio.

“Take me there” He said, walking into the elevator and closing his eyes. He reached into his mental palace. This was a day that had been coming for a while and one that he had prepared for. He felt spells come to mind, spells, wards, matrixes, and formulas come to mind from five different lifetimes. He was not the first to hold this position and by the grace of the Buddha he would not be the last.

There was a ding as the elevator stopped moving and then swung open. He stepped out, waving his wand to lock it.

“Sir?” He heard Jeevan ask.

“You are no fighter, Jeevan my boy. Go back. Join Divya in organizing the evacuation. Live to fight another day” He said, before turning around.

He walked straight through the false wall and came face to face to devastation. He could see his people, his strongest soldiers, his defenders being slaughtered in their dozens. A beast of some sort roared and began running in his direction.

A wave of his wand forced it to a stop. He took a step closer, peering into its eyes. He could see the man behind it. A werewolf forced into this state by the wickedness of the Japanese. He sighed as he reaped his soul from his body. “Rest in peace, good one” he whispered as he took a step to the next attacker.

This one was a Japanese wizard. He wielded his magic like a club, and Rudra wielded his like a scalpel. In an exchange of spells, he cleaved the man’s skin from his flesh and then his head from his body. He looked across the room. His people were presenting a defence but it was being overrun slowly and surely. If he wanted to put this to an end, then he had to cut the snake’s head off.

“Matsuhito” He screamed at the man who had the head of his Defenders under his spell.

“If it isn’t Rudra Sangpo the sixth. Come closer let me put an end to your unnatural existence.”