Azriel crawled towards the nearest sidewalk, and with each move, his wound stung more and more.
"What are they talking about?"
Once he got onto the sidewalk, he tried to conjure up another storm, but the pain in his leg made it difficult to even do that. His wound spurted a torrent a blood and Azriel groaned in agony.
"God fucking DAMNIT!"
The curse echoed across the street, bouncing off every nearby wall.
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Azriel looked at his dagger again, but this time, not with admiration. In absolute disgust, the threw the dagger onto the highest rooftop.
"I am not in debt to you anymore."
He looked around to see two more fallen coming towards him. Azriel drew another blade from his belt, Pascallian. This blade was one he had forged himself, a very different power emitted from this blade. He lunged forward and stabbed one of the fallen directly in the neck. It's blood poured over Azriel's hand, and as he withdrew his blade, a fallen sliced open his calf. Azriel screamed in agony and cursed the sky. The fallen hovered over Azriel in satisfaction. They exchanged glances, and the fallen started to chortle, then it started to choke. It's eyes, once filled with victory, were now filled with the all too familiar terror. Azriel started to laugh. The fallen buckled over, dead, and Azriel stabbed it in the back, drawing as much blood as possible.
Another fallen charged towards Azriel, but then it stopped as it watched the gruesome act. It began charging again, and Azriel heard it's blubbering cry. He wheeled around on his good leg and threw his blade towards the ground. The ground started to smolder and the fallen began screaming in agony as it's feet started to burn profusely.
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Another fallen ran from inside one of the houses. Azriel shook himself out of his distress, picked up his blade, and lunged forward with it. The blade sunk into the fallen's shoulder and Azriel tore down. The blade melted the fallen's flesh and the dagger swept down as smoothly as an arm cuts the air. The fallen buckled over, his eyes wide with fear, and the wound in his back bled more and more, more than a normal wound would.
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Azriel walked along the sidewalk, making sure to stay hidden from potential fallen eyes. After a good two minutes, he found an alley where he could sink in with the shadows.
"Where is everybody, this is getting ridiculous..."
He drew his dagger... examined it with admiration. He ran his finger across the edge, drawing his own blood. The dagger glowed a demonic red as it fed off the Azriel's demon blood. He began to chuckle to himself.
"Azriel... you bad, bad boy..."
His finger began to bleed profusely and the once furious scream of glowing red had dimmed down to a whisper. The blade wasn't satisfied with it's offering. The blade began speaking to him, whispering evil incantations.
"You can't expect a finger prick to satisfy me, Azriel."
The blade began to shake, and out of desperation, Azriel slit his own wrist and held it over the blade. The blood poured over every part of the blade, cloaking it in crimson flow. Azriel began to whimper.
"Why did I beg the gods for you? You've caused me nothing but grief."
And the blood still poured, and Azriel tossed down the blade. He started to run over to Ja'Quar... but then he stopped because he didn't know how he would explain yet another injury. Azriel knew nothing of healing...
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Azriel saw Ja'quar walking towards the church, his arm outstretched. He slowly put together what was going on, and in an attempt to conceal himself from imminent danger, yet keep a distance where he could perform spells on possible survivors, he climbed onto a nearby roof.
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Azriel took in Ja'Quar's words like prophetic readings and grew anxious as he awaited imminent bloodshed. The very idea of traps made him very excited, the sight of blood itself brought solace to him. Frequent accounts of goosebumps overtook him as he kept moving bodies to the shape.
"When will we head to the church then?"
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Azriel chuckled to himself. He learned that spell in his second year. "We're going to set up some traps.Dagon and the rest can't stay inside forever and when they come out I hope they'll see our preparations."
Ja'Quar started moving bodies into the street. Azriel started do the same. After a while, the two of them had made a V-shape. Azriel was intrigued.
"We're leading them to something, but what are we leading them to?"
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After a few minutes of remedial healing, Azriel was feeling well enough to walk again. He stood up and looked at his surroundings, then he heard a call in the distance.
"Everyone in the church!" Azriel looked for the church; it was 1/4 of a mile from where he was standing. As he made his pursuit, we turned around and looked at Ja'Quar.
"Thank you, friend. Repayment will be made in due time, but we should hurry to the church."
Azriel started walking towards the church, but not before he saw a wave of fallen swarming up to it. Alarmed, he started to walk more slowly, finding shadows to sulk in as he got to a safe location that he could cast his spell. He saw a fallen wandering in the street...
... the fallen started choking and grasping for air. Blood spurted from it's mouth, and pure terror left it's eyes. After a few seconds, it buckled on the floor and convulsed.
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Azriel lay crumpled on the floor, trapped in his own tortured memories. The scream had awakened a force within him that even he had not foresaw.
"Why... didn't they kill me?"
Azriel tried to stand upright, but his frail body wouldn't allow it. He tried to gather moisture from his surroundings, but he only tasted the iron of Fallen blood. He choked and gasped, choked on the dusty air around him. His vision started to blur...
"The shadows around me exhibit no mercy, only grab and take and leave a carcass."
He looked up and saw Ja'quar walking in the street. He tried to call, but his throat was coarse and even the mere muttering of the phrase required great determination. He then saw Ja'quar kneel down before a Fallen shaman with utmost concentration.
The echoes of the preceding battle rang in Azriel's head. They grew louder and louder and migraines set it. Azriel groaned in agony.
"Ja'quar!"
Azriel began to feel more feeble than ever. His hands started to shake along with his shoulders, and while the taste of Fallen blood had gone away, he began to taste the iron of his own blood. He looked up and saw the Fallen shaman stand, a reanimated form.
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Azriel heard the call over the hills, and the call quickly turned to shrieking in his ears. He cupped his hands over his ears, but the shrieking turned to whining and whining to buzzing. He cried out in agony as he looked at his bloody hands; his ears had been ruptured by the call.
'It's not! It's not, I WON'T BELIEVE IT!"
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"What I want is revenge. What I need are companions, and you two see more than fit."
The shadowy figure became more visible as they walked on. After a minute or two, they could see the shape of a man. The grass they walked on was dry and crunched under their feet.
"This is impossible! This place has had plenty of rain!"
They continued to walk, and when they finally approached the figure, they were astonished at what they saw. The man had obvious signs of distress and his clothes were those of peasants. His skin was wrinkled, but his eyes told a different, younger age. His voice. which once boomed in the distance, rolled off his tongue in such eloquence that he would be mistaken as royalty given he was in better condition.
"I'm surprised that you didn't run away like the last troupe of soldiers that encountered me. I am Azriel, son of the god who gave me that name. He sent an angel to free me from my prison... he will join us later if time permits."
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This was no ordinary thunderstorm, however. In the distance, a shadowy figure could barely be seen in the field. The clouds were even darker where perception allowed him to stand and the sound of life was whisked away by the chaos of the thunder.
"Hear ye, children of Abbadon!"
The voice boomed across the field, but the horses were content for the horses could sense more than the humans could. Seeing this as a good sign, Seddrik and Dagon moved toward the shadowy figure.
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"What are they talking about?"
Once he got onto the sidewalk, he tried to conjure up another storm, but the pain in his leg made it difficult to even do that. His wound spurted a torrent a blood and Azriel groaned in agony.
"God fucking DAMNIT!"
The curse echoed across the street, bouncing off every nearby wall.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
"I am not in debt to you anymore."
He looked around to see two more fallen coming towards him. Azriel drew another blade from his belt, Pascallian. This blade was one he had forged himself, a very different power emitted from this blade. He lunged forward and stabbed one of the fallen directly in the neck. It's blood poured over Azriel's hand, and as he withdrew his blade, a fallen sliced open his calf. Azriel screamed in agony and cursed the sky. The fallen hovered over Azriel in satisfaction. They exchanged glances, and the fallen started to chortle, then it started to choke. It's eyes, once filled with victory, were now filled with the all too familiar terror. Azriel started to laugh. The fallen buckled over, dead, and Azriel stabbed it in the back, drawing as much blood as possible.
Another fallen charged towards Azriel, but then it stopped as it watched the gruesome act. It began charging again, and Azriel heard it's blubbering cry. He wheeled around on his good leg and threw his blade towards the ground. The ground started to smolder and the fallen began screaming in agony as it's feet started to burn profusely.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
"Where is everybody, this is getting ridiculous..."
He drew his dagger... examined it with admiration. He ran his finger across the edge, drawing his own blood. The dagger glowed a demonic red as it fed off the Azriel's demon blood. He began to chuckle to himself.
"Azriel... you bad, bad boy..."
His finger began to bleed profusely and the once furious scream of glowing red had dimmed down to a whisper. The blade wasn't satisfied with it's offering. The blade began speaking to him, whispering evil incantations.
"You can't expect a finger prick to satisfy me, Azriel."
The blade began to shake, and out of desperation, Azriel slit his own wrist and held it over the blade. The blood poured over every part of the blade, cloaking it in crimson flow. Azriel began to whimper.
"Why did I beg the gods for you? You've caused me nothing but grief."
And the blood still poured, and Azriel tossed down the blade. He started to run over to Ja'Quar... but then he stopped because he didn't know how he would explain yet another injury. Azriel knew nothing of healing...
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
"When will we head to the church then?"
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
Azriel chuckled to himself. He learned that spell in his second year. "We're going to set up some traps. Dagon and the rest can't stay inside forever and when they come out I hope they'll see our preparations."
Ja'Quar started moving bodies into the street. Azriel started do the same. After a while, the two of them had made a V-shape. Azriel was intrigued.
"We're leading them to something, but what are we leading them to?"
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
"Everyone in the church!" Azriel looked for the church; it was 1/4 of a mile from where he was standing. As he made his pursuit, we turned around and looked at Ja'Quar.
"Thank you, friend. Repayment will be made in due time, but we should hurry to the church."
Azriel started walking towards the church, but not before he saw a wave of fallen swarming up to it. Alarmed, he started to walk more slowly, finding shadows to sulk in as he got to a safe location that he could cast his spell. He saw a fallen wandering in the street...
... the fallen started choking and grasping for air. Blood spurted from it's mouth, and pure terror left it's eyes. After a few seconds, it buckled on the floor and convulsed.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
"Why... didn't they kill me?"
Azriel tried to stand upright, but his frail body wouldn't allow it. He tried to gather moisture from his surroundings, but he only tasted the iron of Fallen blood. He choked and gasped, choked on the dusty air around him. His vision started to blur...
"The shadows around me exhibit no mercy, only grab and take and leave a carcass."
He looked up and saw Ja'quar walking in the street. He tried to call, but his throat was coarse and even the mere muttering of the phrase required great determination. He then saw Ja'quar kneel down before a Fallen shaman with utmost concentration.
The echoes of the preceding battle rang in Azriel's head. They grew louder and louder and migraines set it. Azriel groaned in agony.
"Ja'quar!"
Azriel began to feel more feeble than ever. His hands started to shake along with his shoulders, and while the taste of Fallen blood had gone away, he began to taste the iron of his own blood. He looked up and saw the Fallen shaman stand, a reanimated form.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
Azriel heard the call over the hills, and the call quickly turned to shrieking in his ears. He cupped his hands over his ears, but the shrieking turned to whining and whining to buzzing. He cried out in agony as he looked at his bloody hands; his ears had been ruptured by the call.
'It's not! It's not, I WON'T BELIEVE IT!"
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
"What I want is revenge. What I need are companions, and you two see more than fit."
The shadowy figure became more visible as they walked on. After a minute or two, they could see the shape of a man. The grass they walked on was dry and crunched under their feet.
"This is impossible! This place has had plenty of rain!"
They continued to walk, and when they finally approached the figure, they were astonished at what they saw. The man had obvious signs of distress and his clothes were those of peasants. His skin was wrinkled, but his eyes told a different, younger age. His voice. which once boomed in the distance, rolled off his tongue in such eloquence that he would be mistaken as royalty given he was in better condition.
"I'm surprised that you didn't run away like the last troupe of soldiers that encountered me. I am Azriel, son of the god who gave me that name. He sent an angel to free me from my prison... he will join us later if time permits."
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
"Hear ye, children of Abbadon!"
The voice boomed across the field, but the horses were content for the horses could sense more than the humans could. Seeing this as a good sign, Seddrik and Dagon moved toward the shadowy figure.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence