Act Nine: The Ritual

Once the Order had seemingly retreated from the area, Amanda Bradanksa began to calm down after a pleasant victory vs their air forces. It was nice to see her nephew’s underlings now either dead or scurrying away by her own hands, even if they were colossal ones. As things began to calm down that night, she merrily would play a lovely game of intentionally stepping on every downed Order aircraft to make sure their pilots were crushed into tiny paste by her massive pawed feet. After all, other than Jason who was now firmly her prisoner, she could not afford to let any downed pilot escape. Sadly, for her, most of the pilots were either already dead or hiding, in which she was not really in the mood to track them down were it the latter of the two.

As Amanda slowly stomped down the ruined street and stomped towards the stadium, she began to sing rather merrily and loudly. She felt very good with an entire city cut off from evacuation and its people at her feet. Now, with an entire air force of her nephew’s most elite and advanced air squadrons destroyed. These things combined with her own doppelganger presumed to be dead without her having to have killed her, and now a tiny little husband-to-be she got out of all this had made Bradanska’s day go from bad to spectacular. Now nobody could stop her from her ritual, nobody even knew how to do it but save for those who were mystical in nature. That was, until she saw her elephantess henchwoman Augusta and her own daughter teleport to a building nearby.

“Signora Bradanska! It is me, Augusta Sterno! I have come with bambina Bianca to shrink you down to normal size!” her henchwoman said as she waved for the gigantic vixen to stomp towards them.

“Oh, ciao ‘dumbo’.” Amanda said as she tried to whisper as softly as she could due to her daughter being there.
At this, Bianca began to giggle. The funniest thing in her mind was for her mother to refer to Augusta as ‘dumbo’. This was particularly because her mother did it to make her daughter laugh, but mostly because Amanda really viewed Sterno sometimes with slight delusion and contempt. Still, Amanda now was in a jolly and chipper mood, especially since her own daughter could get a chance to attend the ritual and watch as her mother ascended to immortality. Soon Amanda stomped right up to the building they were on as she leaned down and smiled right above them.

“Did you teleport to here from Moebius?” Amanda inquired to them.

“Si signora, we saw you on the televisione and we came here as fast as we could. If you will just stand right there, I can return you back to normal size and we can all go home!” Augusta said trying to reassure Amanda.

“No no Sterno. I do not want to be turned back, in fact. I want you both to come and join me to see a wondrous little ritual I am preparing! It is a ‘big’ event I will say!” She said as she smiled and wagged her massive finger around as if she was playfully scolding her elephant henchwoman.

“B-but signora, you can’t stay this large forever! I it is too dangerous! What if your nepote finds out?”’ Augusta asked.

“Look around you, Sterno.” She said as she then proceeded to stomp backwards and move her arm to point at all the downed and dead aircraft.

“I handled them with ease.” Amanda stated with a whisper to not blow their ears off with her voice.

At this Bianca gasped, as well as did Augusta open her eyes widely. Both were very shocked, in how easily Amanda was able to take out an entire Order air squadron by herself, and how nonchalantly she was about this entire ordeal. Augusta took this better than Bianca did, knowing how Amanda felt about her nephew and his army. Still, the fact she was able to knock all these out of the sky was terrifying. Bianca however, was now frightened by her mother. She tried to make sense of this all while she saw her mother on the television. She thought her mother just was mutated by accident and had to defend herself, but it seems that she realized her mother was relishing in all this rampage and destruction.

“When I am done tonight, the Order will not be a problem! I have everything planned out. I even have the city preparing for a big extravagant event as I gain immortality!” Amanda said as she smiled

“S-signora! That is forbidden magic! This is dark magic!” Augusta said as she exclaimed.

“W-what have you become mama?!?” Bianca said as she started to cry.

As Bianca did this, it struck Amanda like an arrow. She thought the both would be happy, today Amanda had become stronger than she ever was and would be immortal. With this power her nephew and niece would eventually be powerless, and a new order of her own making would make Moebius the utopia she always envisioned. Amanda thought that her daughter and Augusta would see the eternal legacy she was about to make, yet here they are upset?

“B-but I have everything planned! I took a bad magic poison attempt on mio life today and I made the best of it! We were going to have a big night as I became all powerful! I even got you a padre, Bianca! See?” She said as she the slowly took Jason out of her dress while covering up it with her hand for modesty so they could not look and put Jason who was still unconscious on the roof next to them.

“Finally, you would have a daddy Bianca, we would have a big happy family with your madre being immortal! I could always be there for you, dearie!” She said as she tried to make a really bad smile while she was nervous and even upset.

“Isn’t that your nepote’s personal chaffer?” Augusta said as she was a bit concerned about how her boss has gone even crazier and mad with power.

“Si?” Amanda said as she shrugged and slowly put the unconscious Jason back into her giant green dress.

“I-I’m scared!” Bianca said as she ran behind Augusta and trembled.

“Perhaps Signora, we should leave you to all this. We will head back to Moebius and let you handle things here, si?” Augusta said as now she was nervous herself.

“B-but I was going to have a big ceremony for you to attend to! I even was going to let Bianca stay past her bedtime! Afterwards I would have music and food, even peanuts.” Amanda said, now realizing that her aspirations were not very beneficial in the eyes of her daughter and cohort.

“I’m dreadfully sorry signora, perhaps we can come by in an hour or tomorrow. We wish you luck with um, this….ritual. Addio!” She said as suddenly Bianca and she were teleported away.

“WAIT!” Amanda blurted up as she tried to grab them, but they have already been warped away.

At this, Amanda’s massive eyes started to tear up. All day she has had people flee in terror of her and brought her foes to their tiny knees, but perhaps this was the worst blow of all she had been dealt. Amanda did everything for her daughter, and now Bianca feared her own mother. A flurry of anguish and rage came over Amanda as she then began to punch and kick the buildings around her down in a blind fury while she cried. Her massive tears would drop down below onto the street as she sobbed and yelled out in despair. Did they not trust her? After all these years, she finally could ensure her daughters future stability and control. Finally, she could rid the Bradanska legacy of her idiotic nephew and bring about a new era for Moebius. Yet, here they were, the closest people to her now terrified of her!

Amanda then fell to her knees making the entire area around her shake as she began to put both of her hands on her face and cry a literal stream of tears. She thought this day was a miracle. She was soon to become immortal, she contemplated. Deep down inside however, she felt that perhaps she did go overboard, but she could not stop. Things were too set in motion for her now. If she had become a monster, then the only way she could go is to become an even stronger one and hopefully everyone would just get accustomed to her as she slowly tried to rise back upright and wiped the tears off her massive face with her arm.

“I’M SORRY BIANCA AND AUGUSTA, BUT THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW. ONCE I BECOME IMMORTAL, I SHALL MAKE SURE BOTH OF YOU EVENTUALLY JOIN ME. OR, I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR MORTAL LIVES WILL BE THE HAPPIEST I CAN MAKE THEM.” She said as she then tried to calm down and stomp towards the stadium.

Many at the stadium believed that the Order air forces have perhaps taken care of Amanda, that or perhaps her green counterpart. While some people did not show to the event, others were too afraid to take any chances with her if she was alive. While the stadium was flooded a small concert event was hosted to keep people occupied if the baroness did not come back. Surely enough however, as the fog started to roll in, they would hear loud, thunderous stomps in the distance slowly advancing towards the stadium. Either the good version of Amanda had prevailed, or the evil one was coming to preform her ritual and all hope was lost to them.

The musicians stopped their metal music when they caught sight of the gigantic green tattered dressed vixen. While she looked rather moody and upset, she nevertheless stomped towards them. The entire crowd of concert goers all went silent as their worst fear had transpired, the monster was victoriously back, and she was going to do whatever she pleased with the Order now have fully retreated. Soon her massive footsteps would be felt as Amanda Bradanksa slowly stomped towards the stadium.

“I AM HERE LITTLE ONES, YOUR GODDESS TO BE HAS NOT LEFT YOU.” She said, trying to calm down and feign some cheerfulness.

“NOW, I WANT TO SEE HOW GOOD LITTLE LISTENERS YOU ALL ARE. DID YOU FILL THE STADIUM?” She said as she stomped up and literally over them all as she leaned down to inspect the filled-up water of the now flooded stadium.

The stadium was adequately flooded. Amanda could see that there were floating bleachers in it but to her own knowledge this would not affect the ritual as they would more than likely burn. She put her massive finger to her chin and slowly nodded, as if she were going to inspect every element of this process.

“OKAY, WELL DID YOU GET THE COPPER AND OIL I WANTED?” She asked them as she slowly turned around and stomped to maintain her balance.

Most of the people were clueless, but some of them nodded as she saw that they pointed to some oil trucks and some old miner vehicles they parked. Amanda smiled as she then proceeded to get next to the stadium on the side of the parking lot was before she took a massive seat that shook everyone as they screamed out and made the ground shake as her gargantuan butt collided with the already cracked pavement. It was time to mix the ingredients as she looked at the crowd starring at her.

“WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR LITTLE ONES? DRIVE THESE TRUCKS OVER TO ME SO I MAY MIX THEM PROPERLY INTO THE STADIUM!” She demanded as some of them scurried to do so.

One by one, the trucks were manned and driven up to her, but the drivers would get out as they stopped. They did not want her to pick them up while in the trucks, however Amanda thought of something rather fun. She would only pour just enough that she needed, then she would grab an extra oil truck that would drive up and mess around with it. Truth be told, she needed something to take her anger and frustration out so she could perform the ritual with a clear and level head. She also knew that she would have to let things mix and get good and stirred so perhaps a nice little relaxing dance to calm herself down would be in order.

The first oil truck arrived, and the driver got out as she lifted it up and picked the cap of the tanker right off with ease. Amanda then lifted it up the tanker with one hand and turned it over and poured what she would believe enough oil into it. Once that was done, she tossed the truck several kilometers with a good toss. People in the crowd looked up and gasped with amazement as Amanda was able to fling an entire tanker truck so far with ease while she eventually would pick up a copper miner truck and gently pour in the copper, almost as if she were making a bizarre form of brownie mix.

Amanda continued this process, accurately measuring the amount of copper and oil until she thought she had enough. Then she smirked as she reached and picked up the extra oil truck that was heading over to her. Everyone gasped as she lifted the truck to her massive face, and she could hear the scream of the driver.

“I NEED SOMETHING TO TAKE MY STRESS OUT ON. YOU LITTLE MAN WILL BE THE FIRST EVER DRIVER TO TEST PILOT THE ‘AMAZING FLYING AIRBORNE OIL TANKER TRUCK’! HEE HEE!” She said as she smiled and tossed the truck far away like the others.
The crowd began to panic slightly, but then they remembered that she stranded them in this city and that she could chase after them and squash them all. So, perhaps a few sacrificial lambs would be necessary to keep the 90-meter-tall gargantuan evil witch vixen pleased enough so some of them would survive.

“OKAY! NOW I NEED SOME BLOOD FOR THE RITUAL. IS ANYONE WILLING TO BE SACRIFICED?” She said as she turned and looked down at the crowd.

“Um excuse me miss, but we could perhaps send some convicts your way. All the nasty ones, perhaps? none of them would be missed. Like serial killers, rapists, and well you don’t want to know.” One of the people in the crow said in a tiny police uniform, apparently, they were the warden for the local jail.

“OH, ALL RIGHT! THE RECIPE DOES NOT CALL FOR THE BLOOD OF THE RIGHTIOUS. BRING THEM HERE ON BUSES WHILE I RELAX AND DANCE. OH! I ALSO WANT THE TALKSHOW HOSTS FROM MOBIUS GLOBAL NEWS; BOB, TIM, AND DAVID AS WELL! THEY PROMISED THAT THEY WOULD BE HERE AND I WOULD HATE TO BE DISAPONTED.” She said, basically demanding.

“As you wish, baroness. You uh, have fun dancing while I call the prison yard.” The warden said, clearly not happy with taking orders from an actual gigantic super-criminal turned city destroying megalomaniac, but very little could be helped at this point.

Soon Amanda would stand back up and literally step over the man as she moved carefully towards an empty spot in the parking lot. As the officer shielded his eyes as she stomped over him, she would advance a good distance from the stadium and the crowd. She wanted some room to dance, to channel her inner mana and magical energy to increase it for the ritual. To calm down from her little temper tantrum because of Bianca, and of course to show off her might and beauty while having fun.

Amanda Bradanska began to stomp around with her massive paws pounding and leaving huge cracks and craters into the concrete of the parking lot she had already decimated beyond use. She would ‘gracefully’ twirl around as she stomped and followed rhythmic movement. She would calm herself as she went into a meditative trance to increase her own mana supply and clear her mind. As she would hum and flail her massive arms around as she waved her hair would widely flow around her as would the ends of her tattered dress. She could feel her mind at ease and her inner magi restoring itself ever since she casted the fireballs at the Order’s Shrieker fighter squadrons. The crowd gazed in astonishment and even with interest as the 90-meter witch displayed her magical capabilities.

Eventually however, she would be fully rejuvenated and got out of the trans. So, to give her little onlookers some fun, she decided to end her dance as she faced away from them stuck out her legs as if she were making a steady split pose, and then she slowly bent over and began to sway her massive green dress covered rear end slowly left to right as she put her hands behind her head to appease the crowd. Some of the male Mobians in the crowd would whistle or make various noises cheering her on. This would go on for several minutes until she stopped, and her massive foxy ears began to twitch at the arrival of the prison buses.

The prison bus convoy arrived, and Amanda then smiled in an excited and yet devious manner as her foxy ears twitched to indicate that she had heard them as she slowly would turn around and stomp back over to the stadium. She gently sat down, causing a loud boom and some shaking as she eagerly awaited her tiny little victims to be brought to her for the sacrificing. She became positively giddy at the thought that she could crush these tiny wretched souls for her ritual. As the inmates were forced out of the buses, some of them resisted and tried to break free from the prison guards. To this Amanda just gave a sadistic smirk as she slowly reached down and grabbed a pile of the troubling inmates trying to flee. They would scream in her hand as she then scooped them up with ease and lifted them up to her massive face.

“YOU HAVE NO ESCAPE. IF YOU TRY TO FLEE SCUM, I SHALL HUNT YOU DOWN AND SACRIFICE YOU REGARDLESS. YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD. LET THIS BE A LESSON TO THE OTHERS.” She said as she then snapped with her other hand’s fingers and a tiny green flame would appear slightly above her fingertips as she then flicked the flame into the stadium and it caught on fire as if it were an altar.

The tiny convicts screamed and called her all sorts of profane terms, but she ignored them as she then lifted them up over the makeshift gigantic cauldron and dropped them in as she slowly watched them fall to their deaths, the ones who didn’t die from the impact would slowly burn alive as they tried to swim in the boiling and now mystically cooked water. She could not help but sinisterly grin as she watched them all die. To Amanda, the funniest people to kill were the guilty.

“I NEED MORE, NEXT?” She said as the officers slowly pushed the inmates further as they gulped.

This would continue until she dropped all the inmates one by one, she then motioned for the prison workers to leave her as she began to sniff the cauldron. She soon realized she was missing one key ingredient. Amanda looked around for the three talkshow host and sure enough she found them.

“BRING ME BOB SMITHERS, HE IS THE FINAL INGREDIENT!” She demanded as she pointed to him in the crowd and everyone gasped as the viper mobian grew even more pale and coldblooded.
“But Amanda!?! How am I the final ingredient?!?” Bob hissed at her.

“THE FINAL INGREDIENT IS A TINY PINCH OF SNAKESKIN, AND BY TINY, I MEAN YOUR ENTIRE BODY. I AM SORRY BOB, BUT THE RITUAL MUST COMMENCE. I WILL MISS YOU ON MOBIAN NEWS TONIGHT. NOW COME TO ME, OR I SHALL TAKE YOU!” Amanda said as her tone went from amused and sadistic to regretful.

Bob wanted to make a run for it, but he knew he was powerless to outrun Amanda. If he tried to flee, she may try to kill everyone else, the only thing he could do is pray to Light Gaia and then face his demise with dignity. Truth be told, he was once a young reporter and storm chaser. He had been in severe weather and was trained mentally should his live be compromised. He never expected it would like this however as he slowly stepped forwards.

Amanda’s face looked to one of slight remorse as she withheld her emotions. She slowly picked him up with her massive fingers and then lifted him up over the cauldron. He would squeal and squirm as she shook her head and then dropped him as he fell screaming into the brew of green illuminating flame. She then took a sniff of the hellish ritual to see if it smelled properly. Once it was satisfactory, she then stood upright.

“EVERYONE, YOU MAY WANT TO STAND BACK WHILE I PREFORM THE RITUAL. THE MAGIC THAT I SHALL UNLEASH CAN HAVE SOME VERY, SUPERNATURAL PROPERTIES.” She demanded as she pointed for everyone to step back.

Soon they would head Bradanska’s warning as they took her word for it. After the displays of madness, she has shown to be quite willing to preform, they did not believe she was lying for a single second. Once everyone stepped back Amanda would slowly rise as her massive body stood upright and she then stomped backwards so she had room to perform the ritual. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused. Suddenly her hair would slowly begin to rise as she began to chant and recite some form of hymn. She would chant in Spagoanian and wave her hands around to fan the flames and ember as they would even begin to get embers on her would burn spewing large gushes of blood from her hands to the cauldron.

“BY THE BRADANSKA FAMILY BLOODLINE. I SPILL THE BLOOD OF MY TOIL OF MY OWN INTO THE CAULDRON. BY THE EMBERS OF MY OWN MANA. I FEED THE FLAMES. BY THE SINS OF MY OWN FAMILY, I TAKE UPON THE BURDEN OF THE ONE WHO WAS INNOCENT. LET THIS ALTER BE A GATEWAY, TO THE GREATEST BRADANSKA TO EVER LIVE! COME FORTH, THE SPIRIT OF AURELIA BRADANSKA! WALK THE WORLD AS YOU ONCE DID! “ Amanda chanted as her hair would suddenly flow wildly and she would open her eyes to show them glowing supernaturally green as everyone gasped and watched.

Soon they would hear a shriek, an unnatural wailing of torment as above the cauldron, a bright light and tear between the world of the living and the realm of the dead could be seen opening. As this tear opened further. Buses, cars, and even people would begin to levitate as Amanda’s dress would flow around her backwards and the vortex between realspace and the underworld grew larger and larger. Soon something would come out of it, a tiny spirit would be spewed out from the portal.

“THERE YOU ARE! AURELIA!” She said as she would then try to close the portal with her own magic.

Amanda would use her magic reserve to close the gateway as she then fell to her knees making the ground shake as the flames from the cauldron would soon blow out, as would her hair cease to flow. All the buildings and pedestrians would drop down, but above the cauldron stood a Mobian sized apparition, which looked confused and curious, but also tormented. She levitated and looked very much as how she died, in a crimson red dress, however she had long and ghoulish white hair that would flow around her and hellish red eyes that would glow and illuminate as Amanda’s would. She would hover and stare up at Amanda who seemed to have been cut and bruised by the ritual as she gritted her massive teeth in pain.

“Ciao? Who’th dare disrupt mio torment? Thou arth a fool for unsealing me from thine eternal fate? Speak mortal! Thou hath disrupted thy suffering for what purpose?” The spirit asked up to Amanda.

“IT IS I, NONNA AURELIA! I AM YOUR DESCENDANT, AMANDA. I HAVE PREFORMED A RITUAL TO BRING YOU BACK INTO THE MORTAL REALM ONCE AGAIN!” Amanda said as she looked and gazed down at the tiny spirit.

“Amanda? Thou verily art a foolish wretch! Mio own nipotina hath brought me back from the realm of the dead for what device?” The spirit said as she seemed confused.