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Divulgence.

Post by tidal » Tue Dec 25, 2018 4:13 am

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Rough pearl of the moon could hardly pierce the hazy sky, as it shed unsteady light upon a tussock field where the church stood.
Three men rushed across the tussocks: two larger silhouettes were squary, led by the hunchback deacon with a torch ahead of him. They froze behind gates' corner as the stooping one peeked inside and hastily turned his face to the party again. "She, uh... Still here, good sirs" - he nodded and snorted into his moustache, shutting his eyes tight momentarily. A weathered man past his forties grunted quietly in reply; a face of decision framed in gilded mithril. "Hesitate not a moment when the abomination turns on you, comrades. The only way she lives is giving in, no tricks, no negotiation." The deacon pulled the chainmail on his collarbones nervously, and nodded again. The older knight walked in first: footsteps of confidence rolled over marble floors like gentle thunder and fractured into echoes among wooden benches and carved walls of the church.

Her head was covered not in a hood but a shawl of some sort; the slightest snub in her nose curve became apparent as she turned at the footsteps - a vision that almost made the armored boot freeze and break its cadence, for a strange reason. His last step sounded firmly, but overly so - with a stomp. Her lips smiled to the stomp's echo.

"Forgive the intrusion, my lady. We are looking for..." - his words trailed off in darkness, when a ghust extinguished torchlight behind him, and all the candles followed. The air went thick with candlesmoke. A male scream called out: "Ethan!", as hardwood benches slammed the floor all round them, and near drowned the scream in burst of sound. Not a second passed; the older knight's voice was booming a short celestial chant, pulsating eerie light around him that brought visibility back, further and further away. The second knight, a face of fury, was fighting back against a nimble figure which haunted him and attacked from every side. Ill-pale skin became vaguely apparent on the figure, which disturbingly resembled a lifeless female body being thrown around by some vicious and precise force. He beat her back over and over again with a blazing shield and launched out in a violent counter-attack every now and then.

The older knight then faced the veiled woman they came after. With eyes of bitter, but jaws clenching under wrinkled cheeks, he was putting an end to this fast. His mace smashed a carved wooden pillar into splinters where her head was but a moment ago, then immediately gained brutal speed following the woman who was now tripping over, caught beyond her reaction limits. The mace left a whirpool of candlesmoke behind and rammed something soft and elastic which then wrapped over its head and handle. The shawl darted away with a gasp of fright: it was the veil of smoke that caught the mace and rendered still and useless in the air, despite its fine enchantement. Not giving up to linger, the knight stroke the female down immediately with his gauntlet's back. A binding chain of light flickered in his other hand already, when the girl looked up from the floor - uncovered now, such fragile and scared child. She uttered quietly: "Ethan?", and the old man's tired heart missed a beat.

A loud clap broke in between their joined stares. Few yards away, the second knight has reached his foe. The face of wrath weakened and distorted slowly, gulping air and losing grip: the deacon stood in front of him, a flaming sword inside his head. Beside them, lithe arms reached from behind and wrapped around the old man's plated chest - a tender embrace. A smile of black lips, a net of cracks on sloppy greasepaint masque emerged behind his head and just by his ear. "Oh?" - the old knight replied to disturbing screech of mithril and a purple curved blade coming out under his heart. He looked up - the girl was motionless still, and trembling on the floor, blood now covering her wounded cheek after the strike. "Why?" - Ethan hoarsed out. The black painted smile by his ear turned into a sad grimace. "Why? ...am I taking life from you? But what I give you is so much more! " - the shadow giggled out, and danced around him, and bent the plates apart, and stabbed every hole with a quick blade in either hand. The young woman gathered herself up, and wiped her face with the shawl, and pursed her lips. Her eyes never left his mutual stare - his eyes of sympathy, yet hers harbored none. Why, indeed... If only she could have the answer. That was as much as she could truly hope for.

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