The Renounced Drug lord

Spells, Lies and Flashbacks

Time froze. Not literally — but it sure felt like it.

Rico Maldino stood motionless, heart pounding, as the shadows coiled and took shape around the warehouse. At their center: Varnox — once a high-ranking sorcerer general, now presumed dead for five years. Rico had helped put him in the grave himself... or so he thought.

Varnox stepped forward, face shrouded beneath his dark hood. His eyes glowed with ancient corruption, pulsing red like molten lava in deep cave veins.

“I saw you fall,” Rico said, wand in hand. “I watched you explode into a flock of evil ravens!”

Varnox chuckled — a low, chilling sound. “You always underestimated my contingency spells, Alchemist.”

Rico didn’t flinch. “You always underestimated my aim.”

Juno stood behind Rico, arms raised, fingers twitching with charged illusion magic. “Tell us what you want, Shadow Boy.”

Varnox ignored her, gesturing to the crates of glowing Enchanta behind him. “I don’t want anything, Rico. I have everything. Your old formula, your reputation, your city’s fear… And now, I want your help.”

Rico blinked. “You fake your death, frame me, and now you want me to join you?”

“Not join,” Varnox said, stepping closer. “Lead.”

A dozen shadowy figures appeared behind him — sorcerers, alchemists, warlocks, and even a disgruntled centaur wearing a lab coat. All ex-criminals. All wanted. All loyal.

“Your legend still holds power,” Varnox continued. “The world needs a new magical order. The M.A.G.I.C. agency is corrupt, the people are desperate, and our product is better than ever. We can rule Grimglade… together.”

Rico laughed. Not a normal laugh — a full-on cackle that echoed through the warehouse.

“You must’ve inhaled too much dark vapor. I don’t work for bad guys anymore.”

Varnox smirked. “That’s the problem. You still think you’re one of the good guys.”

Before Rico could respond, the room pulsed. A distortion ripple rolled through the air. A spell bomb.

“MOVE!” Juno shouted.

She cast a reflexive shield around them as a wave of arcane energy exploded. Shelves toppled, crates shattered, and Rico hit the floor with a grunt.

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Flashback – Seven Years Ago

The lab was clean, pristine — unlike anything Rico had now. Back then, he wore robes instead of hoodies, and his beard was neatly enchanted to repel dust. He was mixing two glowing powders in a floating vial when Lira, his apprentice, rushed in.

“They want to weaponize it,” she whispered, eyes wide. “They want to sell Enchanta to the front lines.”

Rico frowned. “It’s supposed to enhance healing, boost energy — not blow up elves.”

Lira nodded. “But you sold them the recipe. They’re twisting it. Varnox is heading the operation.”

Rico looked at the bubbling mixture. Bright blue. Pure. “Then we burn it all,” he said. “We stop this before it becomes war.”

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Back in the Present

Rico snapped back as he and Juno rolled behind a fallen crate. Smoke billowed. Varnox and his cronies vanished into the shadows.

Rico wiped blood from his forehead. “They’re mass-producing the mutated Enchanta.”

Juno coughed. “We need to blow this place sky-high before they finish a full batch.”

Rico reached into his coat and pulled out a Spark Bomb, enchanted with chaos runes and gumdrops. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That you’re insane?”

He grinned. “Exactly.”

They sprinted through the warehouse, dodging curses and dodgy furniture. Rico set the bomb near the central alchemy station while Juno conjured a swarm of illusionary snakes to distract the guards.

“Thirty seconds!” Rico shouted, activating the bomb.

Varnox’s voice echoed from above. “You’ll regret this, Maldino! You were made for this life!”

Rico looked up. “Then consider this my resignation letter, signed with EXPLOSION!”

He grabbed Juno, and the two dove through a skylight just as the entire building erupted in a shower of light, fire, and multi-colored sparks.

The explosion was so bright it knocked out power in the next three districts. Unicorns three blocks away fainted from shock. A sentient vending machine composed a poem about it.

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Later That Night

Rico and Juno sat on the edge of a rooftop, legs dangling. Below them, M.A.G.I.C. agents tried to make sense of the wreckage, while wizards in hazmat suits collected magical fallout.

“I can’t believe he’s alive,” Juno muttered, rubbing her temples. “Varnox. The Cartel. This is worse than we thought.”

Rico stared into the night. “He said something that stuck with me. That I still think I’m one of the good guys.”

Juno looked at him. “You are.”

“Am I?” he said, voice quieter. “I built Enchanta. I made it addictive. Gave it flashy names. Sold it to people who didn’t know better.”

“You also pulled out when it went dark,” Juno said. “You tried to destroy it.”

“But I didn’t. Not in time.”

She nudged him. “Hey. No one gets to rewrite your story but you. And right now? You’re writing a pretty kickass comeback.”

Rico smirked. “Yeah. Feels weird being the underdog.”

“Get used to it,” she said. “Because we’re gonna need allies. This war’s just beginning.”

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The Next Morning – M.A.G.I.C. Headquarters

Agent Ferno stared at the footage from the explosion. He sipped bad coffee and frowned deeper with every replay.

“Sir,” said his assistant, a half-elf intern with chronic anxiety, “should we bring in Maldino?”

Ferno didn’t answer. Instead, he muttered to himself.

“He blew up a warehouse… but also stopped a distribution center. He’s not just fighting back… he’s making a move.”

He leaned forward.

“Keep eyes on him. If he steps too far — we end it. But for now…”

He smiled bitterly.

“…let’s see how far the old dog can run.”

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Meanwhile – Obsidian Cartel Hideout

Deep underground, Varnox stood in a new lab — bigger, better, more protected. Around him, his followers buzzed with fear and fury.

“That fool destroyed a month’s work,” one hissed.

“We strike now!” another shouted.

Varnox raised a hand. Silence fell.

“No. Let him burn bright. Let him play hero. The higher he rises... the harder he falls.”

He turned to the shadows behind him.

“Begin Project Eclipse. Rico wants redemption? Then let’s show him what true darkness looks like.”

A door opened. A tall figure stepped through — cloaked, armored, and pulsing with unstable energy.

“Phase One is ready,” the figure said, voice distorted.

Varnox smiled.

“Good. Time to break the city... and its false savior.”

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Back at Rico’s Apartment

The door creaked open, and Rico stepped into his messy sanctuary. He dropped his bag, removed his jacket, and flopped onto the couch.

Before he could even close his eyes, a voice echoed through his magically linked mirror.

“You’ve got mail.”

Groaning, he walked over and tapped it. A holographic envelope unfolded, revealing a message:

> To the Alchemist. We know you’re back. We know what you did. And we’re coming for you.

Signed,

The Cauldron Syndicate

Rico stared at it for a moment… then burst out laughing.

“Great. Another one.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Guess this really is my life again.”

The rubber duck from earlier — now back in its non-phoenix form — waddled into view, quacked twice, and exploded in confetti.

Rico blinked. “...I don’t even remember enchanting that.”

He walked over to his bookshelf and pulled out an old, dusty box.

Inside were his old things: a silver wand, a half-burnt photo of his first crew, a ring that glowed with memories, and his original Enchanta formula — written on a napkin in enchanted ink.

Rico stared at it, then slid it into his coat.

“If this city wants war… it’s gonna get one. But it’s playing by my rules this time.”

He looked out the window, where the skyline of Grimglade shimmered in the morning light — unaware of the chaos brewing beneath it.

And so, the Alchemist returned.

Not as a dealer.

Not as a villain.

But as something far more dangerous...

A man with nothing left to lose.