Chronicles of Eden - Act IV (18 page)

“What in the world was that?” Daniel wondered.

“That sword of his,” Specca cautioned. “It is certainly no ordinary weapon.”

“Ha, what’s so bad about those two bitches?” Rulo laughed with a smirk. “They aren’t so tough.”

“Quiet, Rulo,” Sasha hissed, her eyes focused on Daemon as she saw him just watching the bloodied remains carefully. Rulo looked at her puzzled then to Daemon as Sasha slowly glanced over to Jacqueline’s remains.

“He’s waiting to see if these supposedly immortal creatures can indeed die,” Sasha explained, with Rulo then watching curiously while Forrus prayed with all her might that her lord’s attack had finally brought down one of the sisters.

The deathmare wailed loudly then raced towards Daemon, the boy keeping his eyes focused on what was left of Jacqueline while Jovian smirked and glanced to the Darker One, watching as it ran towards the boy with its scythe geared back.

“What is he doing? Run!” Triska shouted out.

“If that scythe touches you you’ll die instantly!” Specca called out desperately.

The deathmare howled with a vicious glare then swung its scythe towards Daemon, the boy swinging his blade over and blocking the spectral blade with a loud clang. Daniel’s group watched with surprise as Daemon was pushed over to the side from the force of the attack before he regained his footing and deflected the scythe over his head, the boy then swinging his blade and knocking the spectral weapon away before he spun around and sliced his sword through the deathmare’s front on its horse’s body. The blade struck through the monster and cast out darkened blood into the air with a small spray before the deathmare jumped back and swung downward with its scythe at Daemon, the boy finishing his spin on the dirt before holding his blade up to block the scythe from cutting him down, his eyes glancing to the deathmare then back over to where Jacqueline’s remains started to slowly reform again from the feet upward next to her sister.

“He’s… he’s
blocking
the scythe…” Triska said with disbelief.

“He actually hurt the deathmare with that weapon,” Daniel said in wonder.

“What kind of sword is that anyway?” Specca asked with bewilderment.

Alyssa watched Daemon with a stunned expression as the boy pushed the scythe back away from him before he struck down with his blade in a quick motion, creating another wave of bright light that struck against the deathmare. The monster howled as it was knocked back into a stumble with the front of its body getting burned from the magic, the Darker One crying out with anger as it glared at Daemon who kept his eyes over on Jacqueline. The blonde girl slowly regenerated from the feet up to her head while Jovian watched Daemon with a curious smile.

“Oh my, this one’s got some moves,” Jovian purred while wiggling her hips slightly before laughing at him. Jacqueline finished reforming then stretched out her arms casually while watching Daemon with a mocking smile.

“That hardly tickled,” she quipped before laughing as well.

“Dammit, she survived,” Forrus growled with anger.

“I don’t believe it, how could she survive that?” Rulo questioned with bewilderment.

“It seems what Forrus claimed about them is true,” Sasha stated carefully. “They are indeed very difficult to kill.”

Daemon narrowed his eyes at Jacqueline before the deathmare charged him again, the boy swinging his sword out and creating an arc of white light that etched into the air in front of him, then swung across it and formed a cross of glowing light that shot out towards the deathmare. The Darker One wailed at him before it swung its scythe around, striking the magical attack and detonating it with a bright flash as the deathmare braced from the force exuded from the spell.

“Sasha, Rulo,” Daemon ordered as he turned to face the deathmare. “Assist Forrus with her revenge against those two.”

“What?” Rulo questioned as she glared at Katie. “But, master, the succubus is right here in front of us. What about your treasure?”

“Rulo,” Daemon said flatly as he brought up his blade at the ready.

Rulo flinched then looked down with remorse.

“I mean, Daemon. But…”

Forrus looked to them with worried eyes as the two monster girls glanced to her with annoyance then to Katie, the succubus merely watching them with a sharp eye while Tora kept glaring at the sisters as she bared her teeth in her anger. Daemon glanced back to them while drumming his fingers on his blade’s handle then over to Jovian and Jacqueline.

“I’ll keep this one from interfering,” he stated turning back to the deathmare. “Do whatever it takes to slay those two. Smash them, cut them up, burn them, do not let them walk away from here. We will honor our promise to Forrus just as she will honor hers to us.”

Sasha breathed out then glanced to Forrus with discontent.

“Very well,” she reluctantly agreed. “We shall aid you. But then you’re going to rip this succubus’s wings and tail off, got that?”

Forrus growled at Katie and Tora and nodded while the succubus glanced to her with a dull smirk.

“Really now? Good luck with that,” Katie mocked before looking to Tora, the witch glaring at Jovian and Jacqueline with fury still.

“Tora, go play with his pets and spill the blood of those two,” she requested before walking towards Daemon. “I’ll join you just as soon as I take care of this annoying death dealer.”

“Our master can handle that thing on his own,” Rulo snapped at her. “He doesn’t need your help.”

Katie stopped and glanced back to her with an amused smile.

“We’re the only ones here that can actually fend off that troublesome Darker One for you. Who are you to complain about that?”

“And just why do you want to help our master all of a sudden?” Rulo demanded loudly.

“Sasha, Rulo,” Daemon spoke up loudly as he blocked the deathmare’s scythe again, the boy parrying the spectral blade before racing towards the monster with another swing. The Darker One darted to the side as it knew the boy’s blade could hurt it now and then swung around with its massive scythe once again. Sasha and Rulo flinched then simply glared at Katie as the succubus chuckled and looked over towards Triska, the human showing an uneasy frown at being her focus again.

“I don’t care at all if your boy toy survives this,” Katie mused. “However this deathmare tried to harm my little kitten earlier, and I just will not stand for that.”

Triska twitched from that then growled loudly at her.

“Who are you calling your little kitten, you bitch?” she yelled out with fury.

Katie chuckled at her with a raised eyebrow then walked towards Daemon again.

“There’s that lovely fire I adore in you, Triska.”

Triska growled at the succubus with anger while Sasha, Rulo, and Forrus walked up alongside Tora and stared down Jovian and Jacqueline.

“Fine, let’s just get this over with,” Rulo snorted while looking between the two sisters.

“Don’t take me wishing to spill their blood as an act of generosity towards you,” Forrus mentioned with a glance to Tora. “I have not forgotten what you tried to do to me earlier.”

“Shut up, you mangy mutt,” Tora snapped. “After they’re dead I’ll deal with all of you myself while my mistress fucks your human to death.”

Sasha and Rulo grunted at the witch then held their weapons at the ready, both willing to take what assistance they could get from her before they tried to kill her again. Forrus held in her snarl as she grabbed her bolas from her belt.

“I believe we’ll look forward to disagreeing with you,” she commented before spinning her bolas at her side.

Katie walked over to Daemon’s side and watched the deathmare with a calm smile as she set one hand at her hip, with Daemon glancing to her as she chuckled and winked at him.

“Need a hand?” she mused playfully. The boy just watched her in silence before she laughed and shook her head. “That’s a rhetorical question, my dear. Of course you do.”

Daemon just remained silent before turning his focus back towards the deathmare, the Darker One howling at them as it scraped its hind legs behind it in preparation to attack.

Daniel’s group watched as the fighters stood ready while the deathmare wailed at Daemon and Katie, the Darker One glaring at them with a cold look in its eyes while Jovian and Jacqueline were giggling as they were eyeing over the four monster girls staring them down.

“Okay,” Specca nervously whispered. “I vote we run, right now.”

“My sister’s still here somewhere,” Falla urgently argued. “We can’t leave her in this place with these freaks.”

“Not to mention we don’t have a ride out of here, and Lucky ran off somewhere,” Daniel added while looking around worriedly.

Triska glanced around carefully at where all manner of hell was about to break loose in the street.

“This is going to get bad, very bad,” she said as their group slowly backed off towards the side of the road. As they did Alyssa stopped and looked behind them, seeing two small crimson eyes in the shadow of a building before vanishing, with the witch then looking around quickly as she felt like they were being watched.

“Um, guys? We’re not alone here.”

“Yeah, we can see that. Look in front of you,” Triska snapped while looking around at all the fighters before them.

“No. I mean, there’s someone else here. I feel like we’re being watched,” Alyssa said looking around, with the others then glancing around quickly as their shadows flickered and wavered behind them on the wall of a small house.

From behind the group in the shadows between two buildings a squirrel was watching the events unfolding in the street, its eyes giving off a soft crimson hue briefly as it acted as a seer for someone. As the animal gazed around at all the fighters preparing to engage in battle the image was being viewed by three others, the glow of a circular magical window showing what the squirrel was watching illuminating the interior of a darkened room that had tables of books set off to the side and an open window balcony on the other that gave a perfect view of the moon high above a dead and decaying forest nearby. Inside the spacious room which had bookshelves lined around the walls three witches were watching the events unfolding, with one in particular chuckling with amusement as the glowing viewing portal shifted to the eyes of another squirrel that slowly approached Emily’s remains.

“Haha, serves you right, you thieving bitch,” laughed the girl while her green eyes watched as the squirrel hissed and bit Emily’s nose briefly, a happy grin spreading across her face while she sat on an elegant chair that had colorful strings hanging off the back with small animal skulls tied to them. The witch was dressed with high heel dark leather boots, green ribbons that were intertwined around each of her legs, a black and silver gothic miniskirt that had small black tassels hanging down off the rim, a dark green shirt with no sleeves which had golden embroidery lining the shoulders, two long black fingerless gloves that went up to her elbows, and silver and gold rings on a few of her fingers. On her right wrist was a gold bracelet that had a large red crystal orb on it, the glow of the gemstone being faintly seen in the darkened room. Her wavy brunette hair was draped down over her shoulders with a lone curl sticking out in front of her forehead, with a dark headband resting on her head that had a rat’s skull adorning it and set off to the side.

“Pity,” the witch scoffed with a bitter smile. “I would have loved to kill her myself for all the headaches she’s caused me. But I think I’ll still chock this up as a win nonetheless. Rest in hell, Emily the Blight Witch.”

Standing on either side of her two other witches were watching with curious expressions on their faces. The one to the left was dressed in white dress shoes, black long socks, a white miniskirt that had small yellow gemstones lined from the waist to the rim around it, a black low-cut shirt that had a dark blue stripe going down from her left shoulder to her right hip, and had white ribbons laced around her left arm to her hand. She had short black hair and yellow eyes, and wore a black witch’s hat that had a white emblem of a shield sewn into the side. In her left hand she held a dark brown staff that had a large crescent ornament made of dark obsidian with the opening facing to the right, while on her right wrist she had a silver bracelet with a yellow crystal on it in the shape of a cube.

“She got what she deserved for stealing from you, my grace,” she said softly while glancing to the girl in the seat with a gentle smile.

“Apoch, I couldn’t agree with you more. Such a fitting end for a lowly rat like her. Don’t you think so, Astreal?” the witch mused while glancing to the other girl next to her, this one seeming to bear a striking resemblance to Apoch. She appeared to have the same figure and height, while her apparel was in contrast to the raven haired witch’s. For her she wore dark dress shoes, white long socks, a black miniskirt that had small red gemstones adorning it in the same pattern as the other witch’s, a white low-cut shirt that had a dark red stripe going down from her right shoulder to her left hip, and had black ribbons laced around her right arm to her hand. Her long blonde hair flowed freely down her back while her dark colored eyes watched the viewing portal as a calm smile remained on her face, with a black witch’s hat resting on her head which had a white emblem of a sword sewn into the side. In her right hand she held a dark brown staff that also had a large crescent ornament made of dark obsidian adorning the top, this one having the opening facing to the left. And on her left wrist she had a gold bracelet with a red crystal adorning it in the shape of a cube.

“Yes,” Astreal agreed with a nod. “Those that dare steal from you shall receive no sympathy or mercy. I only hope the suffering she endured was enough for her to realize this.”

“Oh, I think she suffered alright. But you know what, let’s just make sure,” the witch in the chair said before waving her hand at the portal, causing the image to waver and distort before showing Emily being viciously attacked by Jovian and Jacqueline again, her dying scream of agony causing the three witches watching to laugh in amusement.

“Yes, yes,” Apoch giggled. “I dare say she didn’t enjoy that one little bit.”