Freya turned and saw what was happening and narrowed her eyes in pity but didn’t let it reach her heart because her bloodlust was far higher than her compassion.Licking her lips, she turned to Daphne who was ready to fight Freya. She could tell the difference in power. Freya was the Winter’s Witch, she is the strongest of Gaimore. On Persephone and Tristan’s level.“Well, well, one- actually two are down from your side.” She mumbled, drawing her sword slowly in a charming way. Daphne lowered her gaze and glanced at Vera compassionately.She was feeling sad for her. What she did required immense courage and by doing this, she had taken a new step in life.“Avin was never a part of us. He was destined to die.” Daphne breathed out, not feeling bad about Avin’s death. They knew he was the sacrificial pawn. Plus Tristan’s resentment detached everyone from Avin. They knew he was nothing but a piece of flesh. They never considered him among them.“Hmm. I agree. Never liked him either.” She
Persephone and Zadicus’s sword clashed, staring dead into each other’s eyes, growling. Life left them at the point where they have to fight each other.“Don’t make this harder for both of us, Persephone and go back.” Zadicus growled, pushing her away but she moved to the side, gritting her teeth.“Go where, Zadicus?” She asked, rushing to attack him again as they both were fighting each other without any intention to pull back.“To Aziel where your memories haunt me?” She asked, sliding her sword with his, eyes gleaming with dejection but she refused to halt.“I don’t have time for you.” He whispered before whispering his spell to steal her ability to use magic for a moment and continue.“Purloin.” He casted but she countered it by jumping out of his range and putting her fire in between to stop him.“Same trick won’t work twice.” She growled, holding her phoenix, gritting her teeth, casting her spell, going all out.“Unstoppable Conflagration.” Intensive spells began to spread and wi
"Tsk." Zadicus growled, knowing he must do something to stop her before her emotions lead to devastation.Just a little longer. Zadicus thought. He released his dark forces, patterns spreading, releasing a dark energy, only the ones with a strong heart could bear.He gripped his sword firmly, using the spell he didn’t want to, “Trap thy soul in my vicinity. Latch them to the world of misery- Circle Of Demise.”Tristan gasped when he noticed Zadicus had cast this spell, horrifying him to fathom what Zadicus intended to do.“Don’t tell me… are you going to… kill her?” Tristan asked in disbelief when a wide circle began to appear in the sky, made with ancient patterns.Tristan fell on his knees, terrified where things were leading, pulling his hair in anguish, shutting his eyes when things were going horribly. Losing his grip on his cognition when misery spreaded everywhere.“Stop it.. Just stop…”The circle began to glow deep red with hands and hollow faces coming out of it followed by
“Stop it.. Just stop…” Tristan whispered, pulling his hairs, voice cracking. Hands shaking, not having the strength to fight among each other. Making a deeply grieved face.He remained like this in his miserable thoughts until someone kicked him from behind, throwing him on the ground. He hissed by the abrupt action and looked up at the person only to find Zen with Ruth there.“Ah, you and your sensitive heart.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, smirking at Tristan after witnessing his vulnerability.“No one had to fight.” Zen said, coming closer and offering his hand. “What…?” He trailed off, unable to comprehend what he was talking about.“We don’t have to fight. Leave the decision to them.” Zen whispered, looking up, pointing where Zadicus and Kriss were facing each other.The point where two brothers, two best friends would fight to finalize the end of their journey.Tristan looked there for a second and back at Zen, taking his hand with perturbation visible on his face
Zadicus and Kriss were facing each other with an austere expression, hiding any hesitation and pain of seeing the day where two friends had to fight to death.“Kriss.” Zadicus breathed out his hand. Both of them were holding their swords, refusing to back away without putting up a lethal fight.“Zadicus.” Kriss called his name too, features hardening, ready to do whatever it takes to stop him from embracing the darkness ahead.“Move out of my way.” Zadicus growled, taking a step closer, not liking his stubbornness.“By all means, I must not move, Zadicus. ‘You’ stop.” Kriss enunciated, creating a strong tension in the air.“Don’t blame me for my actions then.” Zadicus growled, posing a fighting stance, ready to fight each if they must. “You too.” Kriss growled back and in a split second, Zadicus appeared before Kriss, raising his sword to attack him but the images of their childhood flashed before him.Kriss noticed his expression, knowing it must be hard for him as well and jumped b
“What tremendous powers.” Freya whispered, her eyes widened in disbelief after seeing the ravage their fight was causing.“That is why My Liege didn’t want to fight him. Look at the damage.” Daphne’s voice came as she slowly woke up. Holding her head, seeing their unfathomable powers. They were far away yet could feel the intensity of it.“Daphne, are you okay?” Randall asked worriedly, holding her. “Hmm.” She hummed, making a disturbed face, not removing her eyes from the fight taking place.“What destruction.” Ahlum whispered, eyes widened in appall. “Zadicus. Kriss…” Persephone held a straight face, her heart was blazing from inside, she was perturbed about both of them. “Shouldn’t we try to take the relic and destroy it as they fight?” Juniper suggested, not liking where their fight was led but Vera sighed. “We can’t. Tristan and others would come to stop him and judging what happened with Freya, I doubt Randall or Zen would hurt Daphne or Ruth.” Vera explained, knowing their
"Sacred Demise.""Sinister Demise."They both cast the same spell in their own power type to end their fight, placing all their powers in their attack. A white light began to emerge from Kriss, reflecting his powers.A blackish maroon light began to emit from Zadicus as well, displaying their powers openly which no ordinary person could withstand. The lights were deadly but aware of the risks they both clashed.Everyone was taken aback when their swords clashed and the mountains of fire behind them perished in one second. They disappeared as if they didn’t exist, gleaming their monstrous powers.Zadicus being the owner of eleven relics, pushed Kriss away, he hit the wall with a force powerful enough to crack the wall. Zadicus appeared from behind and tried to cut him but moving to the side, he dodged the attack which burned the ground and slashed from the side, changing the whole surface of this dimension.The attack Zadicus dodged by ducking- it went upwards and hit the eye on above
Zadicus was back again to his mind. All the twelve relics were in his grasp. He had the whole control of the relics Zadicus was bleeding, losing his breaths as before he was a fifteen feet tall warrior. A knight in black armor with his face covered with a hood and a ripped red cape, holding an ancient maroon scythe with an obsidian in its middle, carved delicately to trap souls in it. “You look beat.” His deep husky voice came, holding his scythe while sitting on his throne, looking down at Zadicus but his face couldn’t be seen because of the shredded cloak over him. “I am.” Zadicus responded coldly, holding his bleeding arm which was burned too because of the fight. “Becoming a criminal, hurting your loved ones, your lovers, your friends, those unnecessary killings, all the destruction…” He began to say with a long and disappointing sigh, manipulating Zadicus by his words. “Was it worth it, Zadicus?” He asked, resting his elbow on the armrest, leaned back relaxed. “As if I had
~Leaving this corrupted tale behind like a chapter in the past…~ Knocking, he took a deep breath, the sensations he once used to feel for her no longer existed, replaced with a delight to find his most cherished people binding in a sacred bond. “Persephone.” Kriss called, opening the door slowly to find Persephone an exquisite princess gown with a veil over her head. She had tears of felicity in her eyes which she wiped quickly and grinned at him, “Kriss?” Kriss returned a kind smile, taking a step towards her, standing before as his eyes contemplated her form, she looked like a princess who was about to end her fairytale. “You look angelic.” Kriss whispered sincerely, stopping at her eyes, felicitous for both Persephone and Zadicus. “Thank you.” She mumbled sheepishly, not used to fancy dresses and gowns but for her special day, she wore the most beautiful floor length lace gown, embroidered heavily. “Zadicus is dying to see you. He is so lucky to have the one he loves. No
While they went to take care of the guest, everyone else was lost in their own world and matters. Waiting for the final moment delightfully. Amid them, Tabit noticed Vera coming with her two years old adopted daughter. Vera wanted to give her life a meaning and adopted a girl from the orphanage. “Hey. How’s Ava doing?” Tabit asked, waving sweetly at Ava. Tabit had changed entirely, the deadness in her tone had faded, the seriousness in her eyes no longer existed, she had become a jovial person. “Good.” Vera smiled, patting her daughter’s head, considering her new meaning of life, offering her everything to this kid now. “Ava, Say hi.” Vera whispered, “Hello.” She greeted sweetly, bowing out of respect. “Hey, sweetie.” Tabit greeted, patting her head and noticing her happiness, Vera asked about her wellbeing, “What about you, Tabit?” “I am doing great. Actually better than I could ever be.” Tabit grinned, straightening her back to turn to Vera and talk to her. “Glad to hear
6 Months Later. Things were finally coming to their nonchalance, everyone was learning the ways of this new world gradually, everyone was accepting their lives- reviving the dead economy of Fier. And after a devilishly long time, the time to make a promise Zadicus made to Persephone had come, the day where their souls would connect eternally had finally come. Their wedding. In a three piece white suit, having an expensive brooch on the label. Hairs combed perfectly behind followed by a clean and trimmed beard unlike before. Clearing his throat, Zadicus looked at himself, checking himself to see whether he looks fine or not and smiled, remembering his Father in this auspicious event. “Finally, this day has come, Father.” Zadicus breathed out, looking out from the window of the grand house he once called his home, smiling beautifully. Following his Father’s steps, he had devoted his life to knowledge and education, he would lead a new generation through his powers and knowledg
After Tristan left, they all exhaled in sadness, turning to each other. “Tristan left too now. First Juniper and Ahlum and now him.” Vera whispered, not liking there were reducing in numbers but at least no one was dead.“I am going home.” Kriss said sadly, not wanting to talk about it anymore, ever since Juniper left, Kriss was totally depressed, he didn’t want to talk with her anymore.“I will check-” Persephone was about to speak but Zadicus stopped her.“Don’t check up on him. He needed to be alone. You guys go. I need to take Persephone somewhere too.” Zadicus said, taking Persephone’s hand.“Where?” She asked but he began to drag her away with him as quickly as he could, leaving everyone bewildered at his rush to take Persephone somewhere they didn’t know about.“Just come. We are already late.” Zadicus said, panting heavily while they were running down the forest, hands tightly locked together so no power of this world could part it. “Zadicus?” Persephone asked, worried at hi
Time passed in a blink of an eye, it had been a month, most of the damage was recovering gradually. Obviously the loss of lives couldn’t be recovered but people were trying to save whatever is left.Everyone was back to their position, to their duties. Many people died so everyone joined in to help. Continuing the family’s work, Zadicus left all violence behind and chose knowledge.He became the education minister, continuing what belonged to his family. Tademono's lineage had always been scholars and he would continue it with Daphne as his assistant. Sir Lark lost his life so Ruth pinched in to handle the country’s security. Of course they would have to work hard to gain acceptance but they did.“I am placing all my faith in you guys. Do not disappoint me. I have already lost too many people and you guys are the saviors.” His Majesty sighed but he truly had no choice but to have their help due to the crisis.“Rest assured, My Lord, we will devote ourselves. You can trust my people
Smiling, Kriss didn't wait for a second and pulled her into a passionate kiss, moving his fingers to her hairs, locking them perfectly to gain access to her lips so he could kiss them with all his endearment.Juniper was taken aback for a second but melted into his pure affection, closing her eyes, pulling his shirt as she kissed him back, moving her lips in unbreakable sync with his.They both smiled, kissing each other passionately. Juniper was slightly sloppy while Kriss’ talented lips gave her a whole new sensation of euphoria. Chuckling huskily, Kriss pulled away, holding Juniper possessively, “Be mine.” He pleaded, losing his breaths, having one desire left in his heart. But it wiped her felicity, replacing it with the apprehension of what she ended up doing in spur of emotions. “I can’t.” She whispered, horrified, realizing she ended up being manipulated by feelings.“Why not? You love me, I love you, I am willing to do everything.” Kriss asked, laughing nervously to wonder
Since Juniper was injured badly, she took a prolonged period to recover from that injury. She was sleeping peacefully until she felt long nails running down softly.Opening her eyes slowly by the foreign feeling, she saw Ahlum was no longer there with her but Delora was.She gasped instantly out of fear, unable to move while she was stroking her hairs.“How are you, Juniper?” Delora’s seductive tone came, caressing her sister slowly. “Fine.” She gulped, alarmed in her presence but her body was not ready to move and judging Ahlum’s disappearance, Delora must have taken her back to Yizar.“You guys did great. I knew he could do this. Zadicus had this potential in him.” Delora whispered sincerely, pulling her hand away, tracing her finger down to Juniper’s scar on her back, ruining her beautiful sister’s skin- according to her.“Are you here… to kill me?” Juniper asked hesitantly, swallowing hard in dread to wonder what she wanted from her.“You had enough adventure. I cannot risk your
“Finally the old man is retiring.” Vera chuckled, shaking her head to see Azen finally giving up on his position as the leader of Red Rain.“Yeah…” Tabit and Vera smiled at the adorable scene before them, looking at the elderly couple made them have faith in love. Their love had been the same for years. Rose is Azen’s lifeline. “Boss, we found someone from the assassin’s camp.” Since Tabit had become the leader of Red Rain, her responsibilities were enhanced. Sighing, she grinned, waving at all of them and left to see. Being from the camp too, she knew what could save a lost soul.Before Tabit, a thirteen year old kid was there who had no hopes of living just like her. She won’t ruin another life. I won’t do what Azen did. They are kids after all. Tabit thought compassionately. Taking a deep breath, she bent on her knees, holding her hand out to the kind who was unknown to kindness.“Hey, I am Tabit. Nice to meet you.” Tabit said happily, giving a sudden spark to the child befor
Sunlight penetrated through the curtains, falling on the face of a handsome man, covered in bandages, sleeping on the king-sized bed, waking him up from the deep but peaceful slumber of his.Opening his eyes slowly, his eyes fell upon a beautiful lady who opened the curtains to allow his skin to absorb some sunshine. Turning her head, she returned a sweet smile, whispering with a most loving tone of hers, “Hey…” Blinking, he regained his senses, clearing his vision from the light and noticing his beloved sitting next to him on the bed.“Persephone?” He called, blinking a few times before gaining his ability to see properly.“How are you feeling, Zadicus?” Humming, Persephone ran her fingers down his soft raven locks while holding his hand with her other hand, caressing him like a cherished possession.“Isn’t it... Your room?” He asked vaguely, sitting up, groaning in pain from the fight, looking around to find himself in the room he never thought would come again, finding himself o