The Arcane Guardians Chapter 50: Chapter 46: Confrontation

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Fun Fact: There are three main realms: the Heavenly realm, the Mortal realm, and the Hell realm. They are connected by Purgatory, a separate domain which encompasses all three of them. Deities live in their individual domains within each realm. They can move freely within their own realm, although the more powerful ones can break the barriers and cross realms. ~ ~ ~ The small army of Metas marching up the White House stairs was not an impressive sight at first glance, but they were intimidating nonetheless. Gaius followed the group silently alongside Kleopatra, their hands encased in some sort of technomagick handcuffs. The woman leading them did not look physically imposing, but the air around her was practically shimmering with confidence. Isis waved her hand casually, and the five-metre-tall door transmuted into a small puddle of water. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” Gaius looked up. A solitary man was sitting on top of a flight of stairs that looked like they were constructed for giants instead. He leaned on the armrest of the golden seat, and a slight smirk hung on his face. Gaius couldn’t help but swell with admiration. Despite having a desk-bound job now, that man was still such a badass. “All alone, eh, Mister President? And not a single guard outside to stop us.” Isis waited for him to make a move. “You’re either a truly noble man or a fool to value their lives over your own.” Vulcan leapt from his seat, landing in front of the unflinching woman in a single bound. “You’re still pretty spry for an old geezer,” the Meta Liberty Fighter said. “But that won’t save your daughter.” The Metas took the cue to shove their hostages to the front. Gaius stole a glance at Kleopatra, who was looking more defiant than afraid. He didn’t know if she was truly that brave or simply ignorant of how much danger she was in. “What do you want, Isis Nikolaou?” “Straight to the point. I respect that,” Isis said with a slight smirk. “We want justice and equality for our kind. For too long have magi-kind hoarded resources for themselves, denying us Metas our fair share. Return to us what is rightfully ours.” “And how are you going to quantify that?” “Eighty per cent,” she replied sharply. “Magis are powerless now, and the responsibility falls to meta-kind to steward our world. It’s not unreasonable for us to demand compensation.” “Eighty per cent of our resources, even though Metas only make up about twenty per cent of our country’s population?” Vulcan raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough. I was going to pass a policy to allocate more resources to Metas anyway. Changing the amount… should be no big deal.” Gaius’s mouth hung in shock at the President’s casual response. He could not tell if Vulcan was being serious or if he was merely humouring the Meta terrorist. “I’m not finished,” Isis snapped. “You look way too comfortable in that seat of yours, surrounded by your fellow Magis. I want an equal seat to your position.” Vulcan frowned. “Slow down there, lady. I have already passed a bill removing restrictions on Metas taking up government positions,” he said. “Rest assured that Metas will be given a fair chance to run for Parliament seats like everyone else.” “That’s not what I asked for.” “I cannot simply give you a Presidential seat without due process. But if you truly wish for the betterment of your kind, I am more than willing to work with you.” “You owe us!” Isis exploded in anger, pulling Kleopatra’s hair roughly. “The sins committed by magi-kind must be repaid to me ! I don’t want to work with you; I want the Presidential seat !” Warlock Vulcan’s face darkened, but he broke into a small chuckle. “You see now, Felix?” He raised his head, shouting towards the ceiling. “There never was any intention for charity. All that was ever present was her lust for power.” “What?” Isis looked around wildly before spotting the psychic standing on a ceiling beam. He was not alone. Several figures dressed in all black were standing around the ceiling a