Chapter 182: A Wounded Beast Knows No Bounds
Secessus stands, his figure cloaked yet his bloodlust running wild. Mercenaries instinctually shiver as they pass by. Leaving as quickly as they can. His emerald eyes filled with blood scour through the many shadows the envious city holds. Looking for the three others who have not yet reaped what they sow.
His heart beating as fast as the moment he nearly felt his life force separate from his body and his rage is still just like the moment he felt their weapons tearing in his body. Only once before had suck rage overtaken him and now there's no golden-laid devil to stop his wrath.
Inhuman, dark, bloodied yet beautiful.
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In Yasha's bookstore, Cornelius sits. Drinking some tea that has already long turned cold. One day has almost passed since little Ed was shown the true colors of humanity. The words of Pallas constantly ring in the Spirit's head.
'A peak is not merely a definition of strength, it's also a definition of character.' She said elegantly, hiding the true meaning of her words.
'Secessus has no faults. He is perfect, the other are dragging him down. It has to be. The others are at fault. The lowlifes clinging to him.' Unlike Cornelius's thoughts, his outside appearance is dispirited. A dominant silence combined with downward cast eyes.
"Why don't you save him? You can if you wish." Yasha, the old crone says as she pours out Cornelius's cold tea on the floor. It immediately gets absorbed by the wooden planks.
"He has to learn. I'm teaching him." The unspecific answer was quite the disturbance to the conversation as both cats hiss at the impolite gesture of the spirit.
"Do you know what the D'Azar family used to do when the holy empire was at its peak?" Yasha asks, changing the conversation. She pours another cup of tea in Cornelius's empty teacup. "Well, the western wars against Tal'Sauy had reached its end and there was a period of peace. The recruits were thus unprepared. No small conflicts to give them the experience needed. People grew fat and lazy, thinking peace would last forever whilst the veterans turned gray and were being buried as time passed." Yasha sits herself down in one of the few chairs in the messy house, the wood of the chair creaking.
"Advised by his wife, the emperor knew that it's not worth training a weak man. A weak man is different from a young boy. A young boy can still be thought whilst a weak man has already being thought wrongly. But what if the empire required soldiers? Will those fat, weak men cause their downfall? Unacceptable." The old woman with her anything but straight back goes and grabs a book. With her touch ,the titleless book changes. An old inked title appears on the dark red cover, "Break To Build."
"So they decided they had to reconstruct the weak men's foundation. They send their recruits to Katnorath and showed them reality. The dying weak men realized there that peace never truly exists. Peace, only a term to describe the time they had to prepare for another conflict." With every words the old hag speaks, the book she holds shakes slightly. "And thus every time a weak batch emerged from the empire, they would be sent there. To break them and be able to rebuild."
"Why did I tell you this?" Yasha asks not having to lean over as she seems to have to lean eternally.
"To show I'm not original."
"No, I won't deny it to be an extra advantage, however." The 2 cats go toward the hag, rubbing against her.
"Enlighten me." Cornelius responds still not touching the tea that's getting colder.
"Not all improved, spirit. Only those who had something to love grew stronger. Those of lesser fortunes, accepted fate and killed themselves." The book she holds stops shaking as a red liquid spills out and lands on the floor. The two cats rush over and start licking it, battling against the floor for who can feed the most.
"He has already once, he will overcome it again." The spirit rebukes, the tea turned cold once again. The old hag grabs another book without a title. As she holds the leather fabric the book shakes slightly.
"Go ahead then. Take the risk." Yasha says as slowly a title starts to form on the book's cover. The spirit unlike before, does not simply sit there idly and stands up. Walks toward the door and opens the door. The streets of Barydon in view.
"Yasha, I have no time for your games." The spirit says as he closes the door. One of the feline walks over and rubs his body against the door. "My apologies, I prefer Barydonian tea. It's a refined pallet." She says as the door opens on its own. The streets of Enver now in view.
Cornelius leaves the bookstore with quick steps, the rain continuing to pour as the heavy winds carry the howling of the wounded beast.
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Secessus enters a small neat room using his shadow walking. A patient ward with the patient laying on their bed. The place he discovered Lhedo to be. The room is deadly silent, the only signs of life the guards standing outside the door. As silent as the patient, he walks around the room. Inspecting it for anything and everything it might find. Shortly he finds a cup of water mixed with some powder. The smell reminiscing of that of a sweet wine. The shade demon now moves closer to his target, the still patient. He puts 2 fingers on Lhedo's neck, to confirm the suspicion.
Death, a death man lies in the bed.
"How dare you?" The words whispered by the shade demon do not come out of his mouth but the surrounding darkness. His voice transformed into something that feels like it could carry the stars. His hands reach for the dead man's neck, his grip tight on the not yet cold neck. Secessus takes away his hands and begins to scratch one of his palms. Scratching so deeply his blood drips on the floor, staining the purple tapestry with red.
Fueled by wrath, the blood seeps into the surrounding darkness. As from beneath the droplets of blood and the purple tapestry the darkness begins to shift. The intangible darkness takes form as a featureless human. Secessus looks at this shade person who goes to kneel in front of him. Around the shade person hangs a silence only accompanied by the slightest of whispers.
Secessus reaches for the shade person and grabs his face. Enhanced with blood magic, he grabs the shade person face's tightly. A bit more force and he would crush through the dark and blood magic created being. The shade person does not resist, his fate never his own.
"Bring them to me, alive." The words come from the darkness surrounding the shade demon. The recently created being stands up as the grips loosens and disappears into the darkness. Shadow walking to fulfill his mission.
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