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Dark corridors- Part 2
Music Recommendation: Leaks and Lawsuits
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Madeline walked in the lonely corridors of the castle near the tower where she had left Beth in Raphael's care. This side of the castle was not used by anyone, which was why even the torches that were burning in here had scarce light in them. Every time she passed through a window, she tried to keep an eye on the Salvette Mortem, but now she had lost sight of it. She didn't know where it was and started to look for it.
She couldn't help but wonder who was going to die right now. Was someone else going to kill a person here because Beth was chained and there was no way she could turn rampant in the castle. She felt her heart beating loudly in her chest.
"My Queen!" greeted the guests when they met her, who were still staying in the castle. Madeline offered them a polite nod. Without spending time to chat, she excused herself and went in search of the creature of death that had entered the castle.
As she walked, her eyes fell on the nearest torch of fire that had burned brightly. It flickered, moving with the wind before it exhausted in a blink of an eye. The strangest thing was that it wasn't just one torch but every single torch in the corridor had exhausted themselves, leaving the castle entirely dark with no light.
"Why did all the torches exhaust suddenly?" asked one of the ladies who were out in the corridor.
"Someone tell the servants to light up the torches again. It is so dark in here," said another woman. Madeline could hear the light commotion from behind, but she didn't bother with it as she wanted to look for the creature of death. The next moment, she heard a scream, "AHHHHH!"
Madeline quickly made her way to the place where she heard the sound and a guard came running there with a lantern.
"I-I don't know what happened, a moment ago she was still alive," said the woman, looking down at the lady whose throat had been slit with her eyes left open and lying on the ground. It had started, thought Madeline to herself. She looked around to catch no one in sight.
"There's an intruder in the castle!" the guard notified the others by shouting. "Intruder has killed a lady! Alert!" he called to gain the attention of the other guards who stood nearby.
"Why would the person kill her?!" exclaimed the lady in shock.
"My Queen, let me escort you to the King's quarters. It's not safe out here," said the guard.
Madeline saw a shadow move behind one of the walls. Instead of listening to the guard and turning to a mouse to hide in the room, she said, "Escort the lady and the other guests to their rooms immediately. Have some one move the body in the front room of the castle. I will have a look around, and if you find Theodore, ask him to meet me."
"Yes, milady!" the guard obliged.
The commotion in the castle only increased, while Madeline tried to find the Salvatte Mortem that disappeared. Looking back and forth in the empty corridor, she heard someone's footsteps and just when she was about to follow, a person appeared in front of her.
"It is finally good to make your acquaintance, Lady Madeline," said the man, pushing the hood that he had been wearing backwards. With darkness that prevailed in the corridor, it was hard to see who it was, but the voice sounded familiar to Madeline.
"Who are you?" questioned Madeline while taking a step back from the person.
"I am an old friend of your grandparents. We have met several times in the past, but I believe your grandparents must have erased your memories," said the man. Three torches near the person lit up. He said, "But I heard you remember me."
Madeline's mouth went dry, seeing the person, "Walter."
"I knew you would not disappoint me," Walter offered her a polite smile, showing his fangs that peeked out of his lips.
"What are you doing here? I don't think you are here to have tea." Her fingers stretched, moving it wide before she turned them into fists as if she was readying herself. Walter's eyes were quick to snap to look at those movements, and she felt her heart stumble.
"Don't be afraid, little Maddie," whispered Walter, but Madeline heard his words that raised goosebumps on her skin, making her feel uncomfortable. "I can hear your heartbeat so loud as if it is my own heart. Maybe you have my heart." His words put Madeline on alert. "We have spent so much time together in the past. Don't you remember how carefully I took away those wings that were on your back that would have turned you odd in this world?"
"You mean how you burned them?" asked Madeline, and the man smiled.
"I was protecting you. This place is not safe for you. Come with me so that I can take you to the place where people will stop harming you," he offered her a kind look in his eyes. Madeline was not a vampire, therefore, it was hard to know who else was here with him. She knew Walter was part of the group of demons who were after her, and he wouldn't have come here alone by himself.
In a blink of an eye, Walter came to stand right in front of Madeline, and she quickly stumbled back for him to catch her arm. She placed her hand on his hand without holding back, burning it to have him curse at her and she walked backwards.
"Fuck!" cursed Walter whose skin had melted on Madeline's touch and he could see bones while part of his hand bled. "It is good to see that you are at the highest peak of your abilities. I can only imagine what powers will unleash once we pull that heart of yours."
His wounds started to heal, and he pulled out two gloves. "I am on a limited time to take you to your rightful place."
"I have no interest in leaving this castle," retorted Madeline, and she raised her hand to shatter the glass that covered the portraits, that was directed at Walter before she started to run to the next corridor.
Walter was quick to appear in the opposite direction of where she was heading, making her feet stop right away. "You cannot run away from me. I have been waiting for this moment. Do you think I would not have come prepared?" he chuckled and pulled out something that looked like a stone. "I guess you won't be coming with me willingly," and he dropped the stone on the ground.
The fire in the torches lit up and from the stone that fell, something started to creep out of it, like creepers that quickly moved towards Madeline. They moved in such speed, that it was quick enough to swirl around her legs and arms, stopping her from running away.
"You caught her," came another voice, and a woman walked forward with her shoes that lacked against the ground. "I knew you would be able to catch her faster than the rest of us. Now, all we need to do is get her out of here."
"Where are the others?" asked Walter to the woman.
"Killing the guards and other people for joy while feasting on human blood. She looks quite pretty. What a waste to have such a beautiful face, yet die so young," the woman clicked her tongue upon seeing Madeline.
Madeline tried to raise the heat in her hands to burn the creepers that looked brittler in appearance but were actually strong. It was hard to break herself free or to cut them.
"These are the creepers from hell, try as much as you want, but you won't be able to break free, them" said Walter. "I guess it's time to put you to sleep. Don't worry, I will wake you up."
"You wouldn't want that," whispered Madeline and the woman who looked at the dark angel said,
"Do it quick, Walter. We don't want to waste more time. Where the fuck is the moon," she cursed under her breath.
One of the creepers crawled up on the wall, letting a large flower bloom. From the middle of the flower, a needle-like stalk appeared, ready to prick Madeline. But before it could prick her neck, an icicle came to cut the stalk and the flower froze that was on the wall.
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Dark corridors- Part 3
Walter and the demoness narrowed their eyes, looking back and forth to see if someone had shot an arrow. Their eyes fell on the ground where the creepers didn't move anymore as there was a layer of ice freezing the creepers. Walter's eyes fell on Madeline who stared back at him.
"I am not that little girl anymore," said Madeline. Before anyone could move or say anything, the ice that had spread on the floor around her shattered into pieces while also tearing the creepers before it turned to dust and they rose up in the air.
The demoness' eyes widened, "What incredible powers she has," she said in astonishment. The icy dust combined itself into many sharp blades before they were shot at both Walter and the demoness, who jumped away from being pierced by the ice blades.
"Lady Madeline!" Theodore appeared on the other side of the corridor. With one wave of her hand at the intruders, the snow from the other side of the ground turned to more blades before they were aimed at the intruders. The demoness raised her hand to bring out fire from her hands, melting the ice blade before it could touch her.
"You have wonderful, silly tricks, but they aren't enough to save you," smiled the demoness.
And when the demoness aimed her hand at Madeline, the fire blazed around the place that had Madeline start running away from there. Trying not to stumble down, she ran from the demoness who was persistent to catch her. It seemed like Walter had not followed her as Theodore had kept him occupied by fighting with him.
While Madeline ran, one of the guests appeared in between her and the demoness. The demoness used a knife to slit the guest's throat, and Madeline caught sight of the Salvette Mortem with bloody hands, moving towards the dead body.
Screams could be heard coming from the other parts of the castle, and Madeline didn't know which side to head towards. These people had come for her, but the innocent people in the castle had nothing to do with the situation who were being killed mercilessly.
"Why are you killing people?! You want only me!" demanded Madeline.
"Don't cry. You will end up like this one soon," said the demoness, kicking the dead body to the side. "We need a few sacrifices before we can use you. More the blood, merrier."
Madeline didn't know who else she would be facing. There was no point in running because that would only create more problems. She moved her hand to the open side of the corridor. The snowflakes that were on the ground came to settle in her hand, to form a sword-like weapon.
The demoness held both the knives in her hands before attacking the dark angel. Madeline raised the blade to stop the demoness' attack. Though it wasn't made out of metal, one could hear the clash between the weapons.
Not well versed in the art of fighting, Madeline found it hard to keep up, and she depended on the spells that she had learned. When the demoness moved her hand up to strike again, Madeline took the opening to her advantage, and placed her hand on the woman's throat. But that didn't stop the demoness from pushing both the knives into Madeline's arms, making her cry out in pain.
"You should have run when you had the chance. It would have been much more fun than seeing you faint now in pain," saying this, the demoness pushed the blade of the knives further and Madeline felt the twist in her flesh.
Madeline tried to breathe, and said, "Then I wouldn't have been able to do this." For a moment, the demoness was puzzled on what the dark angel's words meant. "In the name of God and the holy spirit, I condemn thee to get back to where thou has come from."
The demoness's eyes widened, and she asked startled, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" At the same time she pulled out the knives from Madeline's arms.
"Sending you back to Hell," replied Madeline.
A white light appeared from Madeline's hand that she was placed on the demoness' neck. The woman screamed in pain as she was engulfed in light and when the light zapped out, so did the demoness, leaving the knives behind that fell on the ground.
Quickly running away from there, Madeline stumbled across many dead bodies of either the servants or the guests ,whose heads had been ripped off or their hearts pulled out of their chests. All she saw was blood around her and she took time to gather herself. This was not good. She was able to fight one overconfident demoness, but that didn't mean she would be successful again, and who knew how many more people had come for her?!
Madeline caught sight of a maid who groaned in pain. "Are you alright? Let me help," she said, helping the maid up on her feet.
"M-milady, there are people with bat-like wings on their back. They are killing everyone," spoke the maid, scared.
"Listen to me. Get all the servants to go back to the servant quarters and not to come out of their rooms. Make sure they don't come out until one of the guards appears. Okay?" asked Madeline, and the maid nodded her head vigorously.
Back in one of the many royal rooms, Lucy picked on the screams coming from somewhere outside, and she frowned. She stayed in the room for a minute, but hearing one more cry, her hand reached out for the knob, and she pulled it open to step outside the room.
Lucy was ready to head in the direction of the screams, when she heard, "It's been long, Lucy. Did you miss me?" Hearing the voice behind her, her body froze. She turned around to find Samuel standing in the empty corridor.
"What are you doing here?" asked Lucy because clear orders had been given to him to not enter into the castle.
Samuel smiled, "I thought you would be happy to see me here. My wife," and he started to make his way to where she was. Warning bells started to ring in the back of her head.
"I am not your wife. Our marriage has been dissolved," responded Lucy while taking a couple of steps backwards.
"Don't be like that," he tsked, getting closer to her and blocking her way before she could run. "You think I haven't seen the looks you and Theodore give each other? You make it seem like what I did was equal I committing a crime. I have been so good to you, Lu."
Lucy could tell something was very different from what Samuel usually portrayed himself to be. Or maybe this was him, and even after staying next to him for years, she wasn't able to detect it.
"What did you come here for?" All the needed settlement had already been done through Calhoun so that she wouldn't have to see Samuel again. He cornered her against the wall.
"Do you want to know?" he asked. In the background, Lucy heard the commotion coming not too far away from where they stood. "I came here for you."
Lucy's eyes looked back at Samuel, and her eyes widened. She used her hand to stop him from attacking her, but he caught hold of them. And within a second, his hand pierced through her stomach, making her gasp and he pulled his hand that was covered in her blood.
"How's that for a start as a reason?" asked Samuel.
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Chaotic corridors- Part 1
Music Recommendation: Leaks and Lawsuits by Tim Wynn
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For the first few seconds, Lucy didn't know what happened to her because it felt too fast. Even though she was a vampire, she could feel the pain in her stomach, and she placed both her hands on the wound and felt something wet. When she looked down at her hands, slightly dazed, she saw blood on her hands.
She looked shocked at Samuel, who had taken two steps backwards to admire her. "Did you think I would let you off the hook without giving something in return, my wife?" asked Samuel to her.
Lucy could feel the pain starting to spread as Samuel had dipped his fingers deep into her stomach before pulling it away.
"You are supposed to be my wife. Someone who will stand by me forever, but what did you do instead? It is your fault, you know that I even started doing the maids and the other women," said Samuel, blaming her as he saw her gasp for air. "Not one day into the marriage and I caught you and Theodore looking at each other, while ignoring my existence. Not once but every single time."
"That's not true," whispered Lucy as she felt more blood pour out from her wound and she tried not to move her hand to stop the bleeding. "I put all my effort when it came to our marriage."
"Can you honestly tell me that your heart doesn't beat for that low-life? The way you came running that day to make it look like it was my fault. Humiliating me in front of everyone. Did you think I would not come back to do the same to you?" questioned Samuel, "Don't worry, you won't die soon as you aren't a human but a vampire."
Lucy couldn't believe this was happening to her. Her eyes went to look at the end of the corridor, hoping for someone to show up, but it seemed like everyone was caught with other things, and she had only herself to fend for.
"I did everything a wife could do, and you are blaming your lust to be my fault, causing infidelity in our marriage," Lucy gritted her teeth. Samuel wasn't used to hearing Lucy speak back to him like this, and he stared at her. Stepping closer to her again, he said,
"Keep talking, Lu," and this time he pushed his fingers above her stomach and below her heart. Lucy started to cough blood because of this. "I have treated you so well. Have I ever hit you? Abused you?"
Lucy felt tears slip from the corner of her eyes. She had been brought up in a protected environment where no one had ever hurt her. The only people who would have raised their voices until now was her mother and her grandmother, on rare occasions, her father. Because of how Lucy was, no one ever hurt her.
Taking a deep shuddering breath, Lucy asked, "Is that why you are doing this to me now? To settle the things between us?"
"No," said Samuel like he was in deep thought. "I am here not to settle scores with you, but the man you have been in love with. I want to see the agony on his face when he finds out you are no more."
Samuel pulled his hand out of her body, and Lucy felt every intrusion leaving her body. Unable to stand on her feet anymore, her legs gave out, and she fell on the ground, on her knees continuing to cough out more blood.
"What has he ever done to you?" asked Lucy, her gaze moved from the floor to look at Samuel, who stood in front of her.
"It isn't just him, but also the King. We all come from the same place. I just happened to realize we are all the same, yet they behave so haughty. From the low point of life, the dirty alleys of the villages and towns that are dark," said Samuel to her before crouching down to level himself with her. He brought his bloody hand forward to touch her face, and Lucy didn't know if he was going to snap her head. "I was adopted, Lu."
"You were adopted, I heard that," came the words from Lucy's mouth with difficulty.
"I was in my lowest state—no food, no shelter, nothing, no love either. Do you know how I ended up with Greville's family?" asked Samuel with a smile that made him look like a mad man, who didn't care about anything. "The Greville's had a son, just like me, who one day entered the market. You know how cocky children are when they are fed with love and wealth. He thought it was going to be just like another day, but I killed him. Replacing him and taking up his identity as Greville's family couldn't bear the loss. The boy's name was Samuel. My real name is Tony. Can you call me by my name, dear wife?"
He got closer to her, holding her jaw in his hand to turn her cheeks smeared with her blood. When his face was in front of her, Lucy stared at the man like she was seeing a stranger. She spat blood on his face before pushing him away from her with all her strength, but her strength was decreasing because of the amount of blood that she lost.
Samuel was not pleased with this action. He used his other clean hand to wipe the blood from his face, but it in turn only smeared the blood across his face, and he glared at her.
"You show me so much fire, Lu," stated Samuel, and he laughed, "I could see that fire every time Theodore was around you. But then this is not just about him, but also that dear brother of yours who has always looked down upon me. Keeping an eye on me only to restrict my movements."
Lucy tried to get away from him, pushing herself with her hands while dragging her body.
"Brother Calhoun must have known what you were up to. Smoke doesn't arise without the fire," said Lucy, keeping a distance between them which was quickly closed by Samuel. He hovered above her before stopping her from going further.
"Aren't you so proud?" he asked her, his hand reaching for her neck, and Lucy closed her eyes.
She felt Samuel's hand slide down to her chest, and his fingers readying itself to push in so that it could touch her heart. "Just thinking about what might happen once you are dead, I can barely wait to watch it. You have been a good girl, Lu, and my issues are mostly with the others, but you know how the world we live in works, don't you?"
"I hope you rot in hell," spat Lucy and Samuel chuckled.
"I thought you were going to say you love me, but that is alright. I will miss you," said Samuel, the smile dying on his face, but Lucy couldn't continue to focus her eyes on him. It felt like her sight was blurring, and her life was slowly escaping from her body. She felt the pressure of his fingers building against her chest.
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Chaotic corridors- Part 2
Music Recommendation: Miki The Witch by Kensuke Ushio
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Before Samuel had the opportunity to dig his fingers into Lucy's chest to get hold of her heart and pull it out, he felt something approaching him from the corner of his eyes.
With a frown on his face, he turned his head to catch sight of a sharp icicles that was coming at him. At first, he dodged it, but then came another icicle, and he had to step away from Lucy, who was lying on the cold floor.
"Get away from her!" shouted Madeline.
"Look who is here. I thought you would have been captured by now," said Samuel, getting up to stand, he looked at Madeline who stood at the end of the corridor. "I didn't know you could manifest snow into such amazing blades."
Madeline heard only a part of his words as her eyes fell on Lucy on the ground. "What did you do to her?" she demanded. There was blood all over the floor that belonged to Lucy.
"Just a little goodbye gift," answered Samuel. "This room once used to belong to me too," he said, turning to point at the room which Lucy had stepped out of a few moments ago. Theodore had asked Lucy to stay in the room, not knowing that Samuel would come to find her here first before anywhere else. "You should tell your goodbye too. Her end is near."
Madeline's teeth gritted against each other, and the icicles that had fallen on the ground, she turned them into nothing less than shards of glass pieces before attacking Samuel with it. Samuel tried to dodge it, moving a few more steps away from Lucy. Madeline turned worried because she could tell Lucy didn't have an ounce of strength to move, and she needed help right this instant.
Samuel dodged the icicles before going to attack Madeline with the gun he had brought along with him, trying to aim at her limbs while making sure not to injure her critically as they needed her alive.
"Who knew that beneath the innocent facade, you held such powers, dark angel. You should know better than to fight. Give up now, and I will think about saving Lucy's life for yours," proposed Samuel.
Madeline tried to get Samuel as far away as she could from Lucy. She didn't know what the bullets were made of, and if it were by chance a silver bullet, Lucy would die.
"You are already a demon with powers. Why are you seeking out for more?" asked Madeline. Samuel's wings spread out from his back that were bat-like.
"Has any wealthy man ever stopped working at the thought that they have enough money?" Samuel questioned back, "Power is what we are all after. To become superior than the rest."
At the moment with what Madeline could see, Samuel was not superior but inferior than anyone else could thrive to be. He quickly caught up to her and tried to shoot her, but Madeline used her hand to stop him. She tried to pull away the gun from his hand so that he wouldn't make use of it. When she tried to place her hand on his face, Samuel quickly caught her wrist before his skin could burn, twisting it, leaving her to cry in pain.
"I know all the tricks of the fallen angels. Your aunt Mary enjoyed putting me through the pain. Where is she? I thought I would pay her a little visit while I was here," said Samuel, closing his eyes and trying to listen to the nearby voices in the castle keenly. "Did you kill her?"
"Do you want to end up like her?" Madeline retorted back while steadying her stance.
"With the way it looks, you are more on the disadvantage side because I don't see the bloody King hovering over you. Not that I question him considering how you look. I knew you were special since the first time we met," said Samuel, gazing up and down at her. "Where is he? Did he perhaps decide to offer you for us?"
Madeline didn't know if Calhoun had reached the cave or if he had turned back around, after sensing the fear in her heart and mind. She didn't know if Calhoun would be here anytime soon, but until then, she would have to hold her ground, as well as, protect Lucy.
On the other side of the castle, Theodore fought with Walter, trying to kill him, while the other did the same. Walter tried to land punches on Theodore, but the man deflected it by using his hand. Walter used his leg, kicking Theodore to have him flying and hit against the wall. But as fast as Theodore's body had fallen, at the same speed he stood up unscathed.
Suddenly, a massive wind blew in the corridors nearby as large black wings had appeared in the inside garden of the castle. Though Calhoun had left to get the antidote, halfway through, he had turned around after getting a bad feeling. He had come back as fast as he could.
The demons who had appeared in the castle swarming like bees continued to kill anything and everything that came in their way. When one of them came across Calhoun, the demon went straight with a silver-coated blade at him. The orders to the demons had been clear: to either kill people or keep the people busy so that the dark angel could be captured.
When the blade came near Calhoun, he caught hold of the metal and his skin started to burn like steam appearing and it started to bleed. The mere demon looked happy and ready to push another knife and claim the victory on how he killed the King. But Calhoun twisted the blade in his hand while staring at the demon.
"How many of you are here?" demanded Calhoun. His ears tried to pick the number of screams and the weapons being clashed. "Nevermind," he said, pulling the bent blade out of the demon's hand, and then holding the demon's head before squashing it against the floor to have the demon's head splattered into a mess.
Seeing this, some of the demons who were wandering and trying to create more chaos, came right at Calhoun. He twisted each of the demon's arms before tearing it away without mercy. His ears were trying to pick on where Madeline was. It seemed like the werewolf was still in the tower, but the growls continued to turn louder.
"Kill him!" one of the demons shouted at others, and they pulled out their guns, knowing they were dealing with a vampire. When they started to shoot, most of the demons believed they would see the vampire pass out on the ground in a dead state, but instead, he stood there without moving with holes in his body and smoke around him.
"I don't think you received the news, but silver doesn't affect me much. Hasn't for a while," said Calhoun, pulling out the bullet that was stuck to his neck. He threw the bullet on the ground that fell with a clatter. "It's my try now," he said, pulling out the gun that he carried.
The demons and some of the fallen angels who had come, looked shocked by seeing the vampire standing there unharmed. There were at least a minimum of ten intruders in here, who had shot fires at the King, which would mean more than fifty bullets of silver.
Calhoun pulled the cork of the gun, pulling the trigger one after another, where the bullet came to hit right at the centre of the people's foreheads.
With the bullets exhausted in his gun, Calhoun didn't bother to waste his time to reload them. The remaining three of the people, he used close combat, fighting them with his hands and legs. He kicked one of the demons into another room, while when another came at him with knives to cut him up, Calhoun caught hold of the demon's hand, twisting it and pushing the person on the ground before using his knuckles to punch him.
The demon who was on the ground tried to get up, but every time his hand even tried to move, Calhoun's fists crashed into the side of his face. The punches kept on coming until the demon stopped moving, and his face was left bloody, along with Calhoun's knuckles and fingers.
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Chaotic corridors- Part 3
Taking hold of the gun that belonged to the demon, he caught sight of the other demon running away. Raising his hand, he pulled the trigger, where the bullet flew across the space to hit the back of the demon's head. He noticed the Salvette Mortems making their way inside, moving towards the dead bodies.
The dark corridors lit up in his presence, and he made his way through killing the demons who had intruded the castle. Catching up to Theodore, who was fighting with a familiar face, Walter, he made his way there. This was the same person who had torn Madeline's wings.
Theodore was on the ground, his hand pushing Walter's face while Walter had his hands around Theodore's neck, strangling him. When a gunshot was fired, Walter growled in anger, as his arm was shot. This gave an advantage to Theodore to push him and have Walter's back on the ground.
"How unfair the royals play in the game of fight," chuckled Walter through his gritted teeth.
"Theo, go and check how others are doing. Get them into a safe zone. I have some scores to settle with this one," said Calhoun, when Theodore had just dropped a blow at the man's face who was beneath him.
Within five seconds, Theodore disappeared on orders, while Walter pushed himself to sit upon the ground. Touching his mouth with his fingers, he looked at the blood.
"You should have taken the chance to kill me than delay it, thinking you might win," said Walter, getting up to stand and smile at Calhoun, "I have heard so much about you, but it's a shame that we have to meet in such conditions, isn't it?"
"I think it's quite perfect that we meet each other like this," said Calhoun, his feet slowly moving to step into the corridor from the little garden. "I have been waiting to meet you for so long myself. I will make sure you are well taken care of."
Walter laughed, "I guess I am okay with that. I was waiting for someone who was of my own strength and calibre to fight. Let's hope it's a good and a fair fight."
The smile on Calhoun's lips broadened, and he ran his tongue over his fangs, "Fair it is," he said, knowing nothing was fair and he enjoyed playing dirty. Within a second, both Walter and Calhoun went up against each other.
Walter was a vampire and demon, similar to Calhoun, but not with everything. The demon was faster when it came to his attacks, and it seemed like he had only been playing around with Theodore to keep him occupied and have some blood on his hands.
But Calhoun, who was the devil's descendant, his movements were faster and each punch that landed at Walter had the demon vampire stagger back. But Walter had his tricks up his sleeve, and he used his demon ability to move faster and extinguish the lights from the corridor to land a hit at Calhoun's stomach and then his face.
"All you young ones underestimate us, thinking you know everything," said Walter looking at Calhoun. The fire in the torches returned, and Calhoun laughed before spitting blood on the ground.
"What can I say," replied Calhoun. Walter, who stared at the King for a second more went back to attack Calhoun, but this time, Calhoun blocked the demon's hit with his arm, pushing Walter away before using his leg to kick the side of latter's face, to have him crouch in pain before getting back up on his feet. "I sometimes wonder why people don't have a good vision for themselves and the longevity of their lives. You came here only to die, or mark your time of death."
"The same can be told to you. I heard you killed your mother, and then ascended the throne. Want to know something? She was a nice lay in the bed," came the vile words from Walter's lips. This had Calhoun's eyes burned in fury. "We lived so close, the villages next to each other. It was hard not to know what the King saw in her, that he had her for so many years before throwing her out."
Calhoun didn't often lose his cool, but the subject of his mother and her life was sensitive, and his eyes filled itself in pure rage.
"Now I have more than one reason to kill you," seethed Calhoun, his eyes darkening.
The fight between them soon broke out, punches and kicks were delivered against each other while being thrown against the wall with full force. Calhoun pulled Walter, using his fist to hit Walter's jaw from below and the demon staggered back. Walter spat the blood that came to his mouth.
"Enough of playing games. It is time to get serious," remarked Walter, and he came straight at Calhoun, using his own hands to punch back and tried to get his hand closer to his chest so that he could pull out his heart and end it. On the other hand, Calhoun had many opportunities to rip the man's heart out of his chest, but a death like that was too easy for a man like Walter for the sins, he had committed.
Walter picked up one of the knives that the demoness had dropped when she was in here before splitting up. Rotating both the blades in his hands, before he ran towards Calhoun, letting the knives scrape the latter.
Calhoun dodged the knives, not letting the fast-moving blades near him, that rotated in circles to create a much more powerful weapon. He picked up a sword that was placed as a showpiece on the nearby wall, using it to fight back metal against metal. Pushing the sword through the gap of the two knives, he pierced the blade through Walter's shoulder, making him wince in pain. He kicked his stomach to have the man fall on the ground.
While Walter was on the ground, Calhoun used all his force in his fist and hit the wall that started to crack. The ceiling almost fell on Walter if he didn't move away from there in time. A smug smile came to appear on Calhoun's face when he heard Walter curse him.
"How's that for cockiness?" asked Calhoun, looking at the skin on his knuckles that bled. "Would you like your ribs to be broken one after another or would you prefer that I hammer silver rivets into your nails?"
This time it was Walter who looked mad with anger. His face contoured itself in wrath, and he got up again. "I will kill you before that!" promised Walter to him.
On the orders of Calhoun, Theodore made his way to get the innocent folks to safety when his eyes fell on something lying on the ground. Stopping his feet, he bent down to pick up a piece of fur that was brown. His eyes widened, and he quickly ran to the North tower, making his way up through the stairs, and opening the door to find the room to be empty.
Both Raphael and Lady Elizabeth were not present, and the chains attached to the walls seemed to be broken.
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Blood on the floor- Part 1
Two new pairs of feet stepped into the castle grounds, making their way towards the castle where the fight had broken between the people of the castle and the demons and fallen angels. The intruders had come to retrieve the dark angel to offer Madeline as a sacrifice in the presence of the full moon so that it could unleash the angelic powers to be used by them.
Vladimir sniffed the air and said, "What's this, Odin? It looks like there's a party going on in the castle."
Odin followed his Master since they had left the caves, looking left and right, craning his neck and heard the screams and metals clash against each other. "It seems like there are fights going on, Master."
"Do you know why there are people in here when we have already scheduled our day to kidnap the King's wife?" Vladimir didn't like the idea of someone coming to try and interrupt his already pre-scheduled plans. "Smells like the half baked demons and fallen angels in here. Did you go to Hell, Odin?"
Odin cleared his throat, "Yes, Master. I have informed about you returning to Hell, but it seems like there have been slight changes. One of the demons named Greyson has been gathering an army and telling how you were not going to come back."
"Filthy creatures never know when to draw the line, do they," Vladimir's words were more of a statement. They stepped into the inside parts of the castle and caught sight of dead bodies on the ground. He took a big sniff of the air, relishing the smell of death that was also laced with power-hungry, greed, cruelty and other emotions that he very well associated himself with. "I think we have come on time."
Odin craned his head again, this time to look at the top to find two people fighting.
"Leave them be," said Vladimir, "We aren't here to play with the minions. Now where is the girl, the human," said the older vampire, closing his eyes and trying to trace her scent, "Found her," said Vladimir, his eyes snapping open to show his red eyes.
Away from the new duo who had entered the castle, Raphael snapped his head now and then, trying to find where Beth had gone. He had only stepped near the window to take a look outside where there was a fight going on, but in less than a minute when he had turned around, Beth was no more in the room. He didn't even know how she had freed her legs from the chains as the chains looked like they were broken.
Running around the Northside of the castle, Raphael loudly called out, "Lady Elizabeth? Shit this is not good," he said to himself.
"Lady Elizabeth, where are you?" he shouted again, his black eyes searching for the lady or a brown werewolf.
"What are you looking for?" asked someone from behind him, and Raphael turned to find a woman standing not too far away from him. He hadn't seen this woman before, and he could only guess that this person was an intruder.
"I don't think we have met before. Raphael Sparrow," he introduced himself, and the woman whose hair was tied in a high pony smiled at him.
"Peyton Humphrey," she greeted back before saying, "You didn't tell me whom you were looking for. I can help you search."
"What a kind lady you are," said Raphael. "I am looking for my future wife, but she's been too shy with me. It would be best if you went back to your...home. I will find her by myself." As if on cue, both of them heard a wolf's loud howl that echoed through the castle for not just them, but everyone to stop for a second and hear it.
"It would be rude of me to let a charming man such as yourself go alone and not help," both the sides of the woman's lips pulled up into a broad smile, and Raphael smiled. Without uttering a word of response to her, he turned and started to walk away to head in the direction of the werewolf's howl. But he had barely taken a few steps when a sharp knife was thrown at him, and in time he caught it.
It was a throwing knife that had a loop on the opposite side of the blade, and he rotated it in his finger. "That is not nice at all."
"You didn't wait for me," she complained with the smile that still didn't fall from her face.
Raphael faced the woman, "Here, I am." The woman went straight at him to attack him with her knives that kept coming one after another, making one think from where she was pulling out the knives so quickly to throw it at Raphael.
He dodged away, his movements were as quick as the knives that were coated in poison to get to him. "I wished I could play for longer, but I have very little time, and I would rather prefer I use the time to find the person I am looking for."
"Too bad that you are occupied but I insist," said the vampire-demon Peyton, who almost got hold of Raphael as one of the knife grazed against one of his sleeves, the fabric melted, leaving a wide gap.
Raphael moved behind the pillar, covering himself and hiding from the woman who had not stopped throwing the knives at him even for a single second. He pulled out the cards from his pocket that were all black and metallic in nature.
"Are you here for the dark angel?" asked Raphael.
"If you are here for the same reason I will need to put you in the coffin," replied Peyton. "What are you doing hiding behind the pillar? Are you a low-level demon who has no abilities? Poor thing doesn't have any weapon to defend. Let me help in lending you two of my knives, and we can see who wins."
"I would rather happily love to call you victorious and forfeit from the fight," remarked Raphael to hear the woman laugh. But he knew the woman wanted to kill him. "You know what they say," his voice echoed in the empty place they were in, "Do things that you are good at. No point in me picking your beautiful looking knives when I don't know how to swing them as elegantly as you do."
He then stepped out of the pillar and noticed the woman was not there. His eyes carefully took in the area he was in. He knew the woman was still somewhere in here and hadn't left. Hearing the soft rushing air above him, he looked up to see her coming at him, and he raised his leg to kick her, and she slid through the ground to crash against another pillar.
"Pardon me for my gestures. I am usually much more polite with the ladies," Raphael bowed his head, while still trying to follow the growls of the werewolf.
"I must be bringing the best out of you. Don't you think we should get together?" she asked.
"Hm, too forward, aren't you. I think I will pass on that. But I do have to ask you, do you like to play cards, lady?"
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Blood on the floor- Part 2
Music Recommendation: Existence by Tim Wynn
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Raphael raised his hand which had cards spread in his fingers. The woman stared at his hands. "Please see if you can catch them as fast as I caught your knives."
The woman looked startled when the cards started to move in her direction in such fast speed that she had not expected him to throw it in such swiftness. One of the cards came to tear the clothes that she wore, while another card came to graze against her cheek, drawing blood and leaving a light sting on her cheek.
"Impressive," she said, the smile on her lips fell, and she had a serious look on her face now. Raphael threw one more card, and she caught hold of it right in front of her face between her two fingers. "You were slow this time."
"Are you sure?" smiled Raphael. For a moment, his words left the woman confused, and the next second, the card blew up in her hand like a little fire of cannonball.
"You bastard," she cursed him, and soon they ended up indulging in throwing knives and cards at each other.
The woman had not expected the cards to blast in her face, and it left a burn where part of her skin had burnt itself, leaving the skin on her face melted.
"How is that when it comes to getting to know me? I love explosives, and these are my very own creations," remarked Raphael in delight. "Please have some more," and he went on to throw the cards at her. If the cards were only going to pass through, it would have been a less hassle, but it was bursting, putting the woman at a disadvantage.
The cards that Raphael was making use of, was not normal but made out of metal. When the thrown cards moved in speed touching the demoness, upon his mind's word, the metals reacted to blast, where he exactly wanted.
In no time, the woman was left with her body melted and she fell on the ground, unable to move an inch from where she was. She uttered something incoherent as if she was speaking in the demons' language.
Raphael didn't bother to check up on her and he went back to look for Beth, but he came to realize that the growl of the werewolf had stopped. He tried to search for her, but he couldn't find her. Did she perhaps step outside the premise of the castle grounds, which was why he couldn't hear her?
But what really happened was that after Beth had turned into a werewolf, she had also turned back into her human self, where she now laid unconscious outside the castle stairs, on the grass with her tattered clothes. Madeline's spell had worked, and the moon was nowhere in sight, but it was also causing a fluctuation with what Beth's body was trying to transform into.
Beth continued to lay there while Raphael looked for her on the other side of the castle and the fight with others continued.
Inside the castle, Calhoun caught hold of Walter to punch the man over and over again. The bones cracking on Walter's face could be heard as Calhoun plummeted his fist straight at the demon's jaw, leaving half of the man's face damaged and broken, turning it disfigured.
"Do you think hitting me is going to do anything? You should perhaps consider joining with me and the others, Calhoun. Who knows, with a little bit of sacrifice, you can bring back your dead mother," said Walter, coughing blood from his mouth, and then staring at Calhoun.
"Let me think about it," replied Calhoun. He paused his hand for a second, and then said, "I guess I have no interest," and he continued to punch Walter until the demon could barely get up from the ground and he laid there with his bloody face.
When Calhoun pulled back and turned his back, ready to find Madeline, Walter tried to push himself up and spread his bat-like wings.
"I forgot about that," murmured Calhoun, and before Walter could try to get away from him by flying into the sky, Calhoun caught hold of one of the bat-like wings, and tore it from the demon's back and Walter cried out in pain. Walter's voice echoed loudly through the corridors.
Calhoun threw the wing on the ground that flapped as if it had its own life. Anger coursed through the demon's body. Calhoun caught hold of Walter's neck, pushing him against the wall, while they both struggled to get a good hold of each other. In no time, Calhoun tore even the other wing of Walter, and blood dripped down the demon's back.
Before Walter could get over from the shock of what happened to both of his wings, Calhoun had Walter on his knees, standing behind, he put both his hands on the demon's head, and Walter struggled to get the King's hands off of him.
But Calhoun was too strong for him, and he tore the demon's head from his body and threw it on the ground, and blood started to splatter.
Near the royal's room, Lucy continued to lay on the ground with her hand on her stomach as she felt the blood continue to ooze out from there. She could hear the clashing sounds coming not too far away from where she laid, but the vampiress eyesight had started to dim, and she found it difficult to breathe in the air as she felt suffocated.
On the other hand, Madeline continued creating icicles and threw it against Samuel for him to only dodge. He wasn't letting her near him, which made it difficult for her to send the damned back to Hell.
Samuel then disappeared from her sight, and he appeared to stand in front of her quickly, "I must say, you are an eyesore," said Samuel, ready to use the large metal of rod which was in his hand to strike Madeline's head. At the same time, Madeline had got the icicle to attack him from the back, piercing him through his stomach. "You bitch," he glared at her, trying to get the icicle out of his body.
Leaving the struggling demon behind, Madeline quickly made her way to where Lucy laid on the ground, soaking in her blood.
"Lucy!"
The vampiress' lips moved, and in great difficulty, she spoke, "L-lady Madeline."
"I am here. I won't let him harm you!" Madeline assured her. She didn't know what to do, and she placed her hands on Lucy's stomach where the wounds were.
"Thank you," whispered Lucy, a faint smile on her lips before her eyes slowly started to close. With the blood she had lost, there was no telling if the vampiress would survive, thought Madeline to herself. How cruel could Samuel be to hurt Lucy!
"Please stay with me!" came the rushed words from Madeline, and she tried to heal the injured girl who was on the brink of her death.
Her hands shook, and she tried to steady them while covering Lucy's wounds with her hands by whispering spells. But after a while, Lucy's body didn't move. The vampiress' eyes stared, and the light in there started to turn dark.
Madeline felt her heart stop when she caught sight of Lucy's hand that slid down to the ground which she had placed at the side of her body earlier. The vampiress' lips were parted, but not a single word came out, nor did she move her lips for the pain she felt in her body.
"L-lady Lucy?" Madeline called the vampiress, but in return, she received no response.
Noticing the red eyes that had turned blank, she uttered more spells to heal, putting her own life and soul to get Lucy back. Madeline felt her chest hurt and a bubble of cough rise in her throat because of the extent she had made use of her ability, and she raised her hand to see her blood. But even though Madeline didn't stop using her ability, Lucy didn't wake up.
The more she tried, the more pain arose in her chest, and Madeline doubted if her ability was even working.
Madeline took a shuddering breath, her eyes starting to prick as tears began to appear, and she felt one tear slide down her cheek as she realized Lucy was not breathing anymore.
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Blood on the floor- Part 3
Madeline refused to believe that Lucy was dead. A few seconds ago, she was still alive, talking to her, and now she looked lifeless. More tears spilt down her cheeks. She caught hold of Lucy's hand in hers, her vision turned blurry because of the tears that had welled up in her brown eyes before falling. Her hands were covered in hers and Lucy's blood, and she felt terrible for not being able to prevent this.
Not in her dreams had she imagined that Samuel belonged to the group of demons and fallen angels who were trying to get to her. It was only this morning she had seen Lucy's face that was smiling kindly at her, but now the same face had blood on it.
Samuel, who had pulled out the icicle from his back, turned in the direction where Madeline was sitting on the ground, holding Lucy's hand. "It is a surprise that she lasted that long. I made sure to twist her muscles at the right places so that she could feel every single pain as her life left her body."
Madeline gently brushed Lucy's hand, hoping the vampiress would come back, but she hadn't. She turned to look at Samuel with hateful glare.
"How could you do that to her? She never wished any ill upon anyone. Not even you!" Madeline glared at Samuel who didn't look one bit remorseful. Instead, he stood there, watching Lucy's body with a smirk on his lips.
"She was too kind for this world. You should know that people like her don't survive too long. If it weren't for her protective family and me, she would have been butchered by now," laughed Samuel, who was responsible for Lucy's death.
"She didn't do anything wrong. She didn't deserve this," whispered Madeline. At the same time, Lucy's cousin, Ethan, arrived with blood on his forehead looking as if he had fought someone before coming here.
"Samuel," whispered the vampire, his eyes wide in surprise as to what this man was doing here.
"Oh, look at that. I didn't know you were here," said Samuel. Ethan's eyes fell on Lucy and Madeline, and noticing how Lucy didn't move, he glared at Samuel. Ethan ran from where he was to attack Samuel. "I have no time to deal with you." Saying this, Samuel raised his hand, pointing at Ethan and moved it to his right to have Ethan crash against the wall. Picking up the icicle that was still in the process of melting, Samuel dug it deep into Ethan's stomach.
As Samuel made his way to where Madeline was, she caught sight of something lurked behind the pillars and then appeared the creature of death. The Salvette Mortem was here for Lucy, its hands bloody and before it could even get close to the vampiress who laid on the cold floor, Madeline let go of Lucy's hand and stood up.
"No," she said to it.
Samuel looked confused and looked back and forth between the Queen and the empty place near the corridor. He wondered if the lady was losing her mind as he saw nothing there, yet she looked at the emptiness like she had seen a ghost.
When the Salvette Mortem appeared in the front, Madeline raised her hand that emitted white light and the creature made a displeasing noise. "I won't let you to take her," she said to it.
The creature continued to make noise, stepping away from the light and went to move behind the wall as if waiting for Madeline to leave the vampiress' side so that it could grab the deceased person's soul.
Madeline couldn't continue emitting the light which she had only discovered some time ago as her body had exhausted itself while trying to heal Lucy. She could taste the metallic blood in her mouth. She didn't know what to do. One side there was the Salvette Mortem, and on the other side, there was Samuel who was waiting to take her from here.
Samuel picked up the rod that was on the floor.
"Now that we don't have any more distraction, lets get you to your right place," said Samuel while making his way to her.
An icicle quickly appeared in Madeline's hand. Before he could get too close to Madeline, someone emerged from behind, who was none other than Vladimir. While Samuel looked annoyed by seeing the stranger, Madeline noticed that she had seen this person on her wedding day. "Who the fuck are you now?" demanded Samuel.
Madeline stared at the vampire who wore a long black coat. The stranger said, "And where have you lost your manners. I thought it was going to be just me here tonight, but there's a whole lot of party going on in here." Vladimir looked down at the dead girl on the ground and then at Madeline. "It is time to take you to a special place."
"Who are you?!" Samuel turned irritated. He raised the rod to the front, "You will do no such thing. Leave this place and never come back again. Now."
Vladimir looked down at Samuel as if the demon was throwing a childish tantrum at him. "Fuck off from here before you make me a little angry," came the cold words from Vladimir.
But Samuel didn't care for the words spoken by the nameless vampire, whom he was meeting for the first time. He raised the metal rod, using it to harm Vladimir, but Vladimir caught hold of the metal, and in a blink of an eye, the metal disappeared in thin air. Confused, the mere demon stepped backwards to gauge the stranger. Where did the rod disappear to?!
Samuel used his hand to punch Vladimir, but Vladimir caught hold of the demon's hand and pushed him against the wall, twisting it in a way where the demon cried in pain. It was the first time he had felt such immense pain.
"What did I say about making me angry, hm?" Vladimir asked in a calm tone, and Madeline who was witnessing this didn't know why, but she felt the stranger somewhat similar to Calhoun with the way he asked the question.
"I will fucking kill you!" Samuel struggled to get away, "Let go of my hand!" he ordered.
"Okay," said Vladimir, and for a moment he loosened his hold on the weakling, but the very next second, he placed his other hand on Samuel's back and then ripped out his hand. "There, I let it go."
Madeline's eyes turned wide seeing vampire's strength. Was he perhaps helping her? She asked herself. She heard Samuel scream in agony as he had lost his arm and blood oozed out from the torn flesh. Anger spread on Samuel's face, and he turned to look at Vladimir, not knowing who he truly was.
Samuel used his only hand to harness his ability to attack the vampire in front of him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Vladimir, and he ripped the other arm of Samuel. The demon screamed, and he fell on the ground, rolling in pain.
Madeline then saw the stranger bend down to place his index finger on Samuel's chest and for a moment even Samuel looked perplexed. But soon he started to splutter blood out of his mouth. "Seems like a lot of bad blood. Let's get you clean, and I shall see you later in Hell."
"Wh-what did you d-" Samuel didn't get to complete his words as in a blink of an eye, he splattered into a black mass of liquid on the ground.
"Madeline!"
Calhoun had entered the corridor in time to witness the stranger who appeared familiar, who had turned Samuel into liquid.
Hearing Calhoun's voice was nothing less than finding heaven in the world of chaos to Madeline. He was here, and that was all that mattered to her. She caught sight of blood on him.
Vladimir didn't turn to see who had appeared because by the way the girl's face brightened, he could tell it was the King. Without sparing a second more to talk, Vladimir caught Madeline's arm. Calhoun noticed this, and his eyes narrowed and he quickly made his way to where Madeline was.
But before his hand could even have the opportunity to touch her, Vladimir smiled cunningly, and in a blink of an eye both Madeline and the stranger disappeared, bursting into specks of fire, leaving nothing but emptiness behind.
Calhoun's hand swiped across the empty place, where Madeline had been just a fraction second ago. "Fuck!" he cursed in rage.
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Fuel of Chaos- Part 1
Music Recommendation: Tick-Tock by Hans Zimmer
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Calhoun turned around to see Lucy who was on the ground, and he closed his eyes.
He felt his hands turn to fists, and rage consumed his mind. His teeth gritted against each other, and his fist hit the pillar to leave the wall cracked. White dust fell on the ground, and his already bloody knuckles left a smear of blood on the white pillar.
Walking towards his sister, Calhoun sat down on his knees and Lucy's blood that was on the ground, started to soak his slacks. In the beginning, he had kept a distance from her, but she was probably the only person when he had entered the castle to check up on him. Though they shared the same father and not the same mother, Calhoun had come to watch over his half-sister over the years.
Her eyes continued to stare blankly, and he held the same hand that Madeline had held before she had disappeared from here. Calhoun's fingers gently brushed Lucy's hand, and he then held it firmly in his hand as if the life from his own body would transfer and bring her back to life.
From the other end of the corridor, Theodore who had come in search of Calhoun, came running to where Calhoun was but seeing the person who laid on the ground, his body froze, and his feet came to a halt. Disbelief spread on his face like others as he hadn't expected this to happen.
"What happened?" asked Theodore, his voice stiff, and Calhoun who sat next to Lucy didn't go to meet Theodore's eyes.
"It was Samuel!" came the voice of Ethan, who tried to get near them slowly, his body staggering as Samuel had pushed the icicle into his stomach earlier.
"Bastard!" cursed Theodore, his hands clenched into fists similar to how Calhoun's hands had turned.
Calhoun could sense the turmoil of anger, and confusion in Theodore. Before Theodore could go hunting for Samuel, Calhoun said through gritted teeth, "He's dead." He tried to figure out what to do next.
Maybe if the stranger and Madeline went by land or flight, he would have been able to hunt them down. But the vampire had disappeared in thin air, taking Madeline with him.
Silence filled around them, and Theodore bent down to look at Lucy's eyes that continued to fill itself with darkness, moving dot by dot. He lifted his hand, moving it near her head before he placed it on the top of her forehead, brushing her hair without much pressure, while both Calhoun and he refused to close her eyes.
Calhoun heard the flapping of wings, and he turned around to stand, seeing it was Reginald. His eyes blazed, and he walked to where the person was, not caring if this person was an angel. Calhoun's hand went straight at Paschar's neck, and he pushed him against the wall.
"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now?" Calhoun growled in anger. His red eyes had already turned to a darker shade as he glowered at the grey eyes.
"I didn't expect things to turn this bad. I spoke to-" Paschar's couldn't complete his words as Calhoun's grip only tightened around the angel's neck. The angel didn't know why, but there had been many times in the past, where he had noticed how strong Calhoun was, almost as strong as him, making him question why it was so.
"I don't care what you spoke in Heaven or what the deal is with your people, but because of you, my peace has been screwed. I have lost my sister, and Madeline has been taken to who knows where," Calhoun glared at Paschar, and the angel's face turned to a frown. "It is because of your mistake, people are suffering and you haven't done anything about it!"
Paschar felt the push against the wall, but he didn't retaliate to Calhoun's gesture, knowing the vampire was in rage because of the current events. "The demons and the fallen angels cannot make use of Madeline. The Heavens have forgiven my deeds. They cannot hunt her. The punishment has been uplifted, and they cannot use her for any redemption."
Calhoun's eyes narrowed, "Do you think the demons and the fallen angels care about it?! Madeline might be strong, but that doesn't mean she cannot be outnumbered. We have fucking Mortems walking in and around the castle like they are guests!" He then let go of Paschar before running his hands through his hair in frustration.
At the same time, Calhoun caught sight of a dark shadow that was lurking behind the pillar. When he saw the boney stag's face peek out of the pillar, he pulled out the gun he had and aimed it at Paschar.
"The bullet is not going to kill me, Calhoun," Paschar let him know.
"Tell me what will help, and I will use it on you unless you plan to fix it," Calhoun deadpanned, pulling the cork. "You and I both know that there's something different about me. Who knows, the bullet might work better in my hands."
The creature of death started to move away from the pillar, making its way towards the corridor and heading in the direction where Lucy was.
Away from Calhoun and Paschar, Theodore's eyes fell on Lucy's wounds that were on her stomach and above it, which was covered in blood. He could see the indentation of the wounds, and he pulled out his handkerchief to cover the wounds, but even the handkerchief stained itself in Lucy's blood.
"Things that have happened have only run its course. Something that was supposed to happen," said Paschar.
Calhoun shifted his hand away from Paschar, and without turning his head, he aimed the gun at the walking Salvette Mortem, whose hands were covered in blood. Without blinking his eyes, he pulled the trigger of the gun for the bullet to hit the stag's head. Paschar's eyes slightly narrowed.
"Mortals cannot touch the creatures," whispered Paschar with a hint of confusion in his voice.
Calhoun then turned around to unload all the bullets from the gun at the stag-like creature to stop it from getting closer to where Lucy was. The creature stepped back from getting shot again and turned its head to look in Calhoun's direction and then back at the girl who was on the ground.
Leaving Paschar's side, Calhoun made his way to come and stand in the way of Salvette Mortem. "I heard my mother once say, that you creatures can speak. So why don't we strike a deal," said Calhoun to it.
The creature of death stared at Calhoun for a few seconds. It finally spoke, 'I cannot take her.'
It seemed like only Calhoun and Paschar understood or heard what it said as Theodore only stared at the creature, while Ethan couldn't see the creature.
"What do you mean?" questioned Calhoun.
'Her life is frozen,' said the stag-like creature, and it started to walk towards Calhoun and said something to him to which he frowned. Calhoun didn't move from his place since he didn't fear the Salvette Mortem, and as the creature continued to walk, it almost passed through him only to vanish in thin air.
Calhoun turned around, bending down to sit beside where Lucy laid, staring into her eyes where the dots of darkness continued to spread in her open eyes. But then it slowly started to reverse until her pupil turned back to normal.
Lucy took a huge gasp as if life was breathing back into her.
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Fuel of Chaos- Part 2
Everyone around stared at the vampiress who breathed in and out.
"Lucy?" called Theodore, but Lucy didn't react to his words. At the same time, the colour of red in her eyes was filling back.
Paschar, who witnessed this, frowned, not knowing if the girl had died or had been resurrected back to life, which was not possible. If the Salvette Mortem was here, it only meant it had come here for her. Like Calhoun, the angel had heard the words that had been uttered from the creature of the death.
When pain started to contour Lucy's face, Paschar stepped forward and crouched in front of her. His hand reached out towards the injured girl, but Calhoun's hand caught Paschar's wrist before the angel could touch her.
"What do you think you are doing?" asked Calhoun. If there was something he had learned, it was the distrust against people, especially when it came to angels and fallen angels and the only exception in it was Madeline.
Paschar had known Calhoun for many years, which was why he didn't smite the vampire. "You asked me to fix it. I am only going to do that. I mean no harm, Calhoun," he assured while keeping eye contact.
Glaring at the angel with his intense gaze, Calhoun finally let go of Paschar's hand. Keeping a close eye, he watched the angel place his hand on Lucy, who was again being consumed in pain. "It looks like Madeline has been using her abilities. She tried to heal and stop Lucy from turning dead, putting her in a frozen state."
"Is that possible?" asked Ethan with wide-eyed while he stood leaning against the wall.
Paschar turned his head to the side, realizing the one who spoke now was only a vampire. Someone who was not supposed to know about things like this. People in the living realm were left ignorant about the existence of the angels and demons, but as days passed by, it was hard to hide it because of the demons and fallen angels who liked to cause trouble.
"Yes, it is. For a person with angelic abilities," answered Paschar. He moved his hand across Lucy's wounds, and a golden light appeared from his hand. The injuries started to heal, but Lucy felt more pain, and she screamed before falling unconscious.
"What happened?" asked Theodore, worried.
Paschar pulled his hand away from Lucy, and he got up. "You should take her back to the room and let her rest. I speeded the process of healing, a little angelic ability is bound to have repercussions," he then paused and turned around, walking to where Ethan was leaning against the wall.
Ethan looked startled and asked, "W-what are you doing?"
Paschar didn't answer, but only placed his hand on the vampire's head. Both their eyes turned completely white. In less than ten seconds, Paschar pulled his hand away from the vampire. He said,
"I don't think the Salvette Mortem that spoke to you was the same creature that had earlier come to take the girl's soul away. They were two different ones. The one who had come to take her soul was chased away by Madeline, delaying the process and the one who had disappeared a moment ago only came to take a look at the girl if she was alive or dead."
Calhoun furrowed his eyebrows, and he saw Theodore pick up Lucy in his arms. "Does this mean the Salvette Mortem will return for Lucy again?" questioned Calhoun.
"Unless she is dead, she should be fine. I don't even know how Madeline did it," answered Paschar.
"She has wings," stated Calhoun. Though many of them believed Madeline to be a fallen angel with immense powers and called a dark angel, Calhoun had always doubted why Madeline had received a pair of angelic wings that the fallen didn't possess. In the back of his mind, there had always been a drop of worry about what it meant.
"What?" Paschar appeared genuinely shocked.
"Her wings have come out like a newborn baby from her back," said Calhoun and he gave the nod to Theodore to take his sister to be tended.
"The last time when she had wings, the bastard Walter and her shitty grandparents got it burnt and threw her in the coffin and nailing her down as if she was dead."
This was something Paschar was unaware of. "When did the wings appear again?" asked Paschar.
"A day or two ago," replied Calhoun. "What if she turns out to be like you? Not fallen anymore as she has angelic wings." This was a question that had been hovering in his mind.
Paschar's eyes moved to look at Ethan, who had been listening to their conversation, and the angel placed his hand back on Ethan's head, "Forget everything you have heard since the last hour and heal your wounds that has been received by the demon." For a moment, the vampire's eyes turned white before he fell unconscious on the ground. The angel then turned to face Calhoun, meeting his burning gaze. "Then she doesn't belong here. She belongs to the heavenly realm."
Calhoun had a blank look on his face, and he then smiled, a smile that didn't reach up to his eyes, and Paschar was well aware of it.
"You aren't thinking of taking her away from here, are you? She was born in this world, Paschar," said Calhoun to the angel.
"An angel cannot associate with the living, not the way you want to, Calhoun." It was a different matter when Madeline was only his child that his lover had conceived years ago. He had come to believe that she was a human with abilities like the fallen angels, but he didn't know she was transforming into an angel.
Calhoun bit the inside of his cheek, drawing blood out. "What you are saying is, making her forget and leave the life she once used to have here. Before anything else, Madeline is my wife, then your daughter because seeing how meticulous you have been in protecting her, I would say you have lost that right to call her your daughter."
"We have rules to follow," Paschar lost his cool, and the ground beneath them shook slightly. The angel's eyes narrowed at Calhoun.
"You should have done something then," Calhoun was unfazed by Paschar's ability. "Like the rules in Heaven, there are rules when you fall in love and have a child. You should have protected her no matter what."
"Don't test me, Calhoun," warned Paschar. He pulled out a trident from the air and held it in his hand. "If Madeline is an angel, then the life that she has spent here doesn't matter. God will cleanse her mind and soul, and she will stay where she rightfully belongs."
"You can try doing that and see what happens," challenged Calhoun, not backing down even for a moment.
"Calhoun!" someone entered the corridor, and both the men turned to see that it was Raphael. "I found this!" said the card reader, who held a note in his hand.
Calhoun took hold of it, reading what was written. Raphael said breathless, "They took Lady Madeline away."
"I think I know one of their hideouts," Paschar offered his help to find Madeline. He knew it because it was only a couple of days back when he had tried to find what Luther and Lilith were up to in the middle of the night, when all the villagers had fallen fast asleep.
Calhoun sighed, running his hand through his hair. As if one problem wasn't enough, things kept piling up nonstop, he thought to himself. He read the words that was written in the note:
'We are taking the dark angel with us. Don't try to search for her because you will only find her remains in the end, after we are done with the sacrifice.'
"Where is Beth, Raphael?" questioned Calhoun.
"She transformed into a werewolf, and I tried looking for her everywhere, but there is no trace of her." When Raphael completed his words, he finally realized what Calhoun's question meant. "They didn't take Lady Madeline, but Lady Elizabeth?"
"Which means we have two people, who have been abducted from the castle," said Calhoun looking back at the place where Madeline had stood before disappearing.
While Calhoun and Raphael discussed, Paschar smelt something in the air which he hadn't taken note of earlier. With the number of people who had entered the castle and with the amount of blood shed, most of the smell had been lost. He sniffed the air before his eyes turned wide as if knowing who had been here a couple of minutes ago.
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