The corpulent corpse of Dieter lay in the doorway of the Baron's bedroom with one side of his head caved in. Elysia imagined she would bolt out the door in a rage when a prepared enemy struck her from the side.
She leaped like a lioness over the body, rolling to the ground before standing up and looking around the room. The old baron lay in bed with a knife through his heart, his blood soaking the bandages on his chest and the sheets.
The catgirl glared at the chair Manfred was sitting on. He had the sword stained with blood.
"The curse has been fulfilled at last." the playwright stated in a strained voice, which also contained a high-pitched note of hysteria.
He looked up, and Elysia shivered because Manfred's face seemed like a mask, as if something strange was looking at her from inside her.
"I knew it was my destiny to end the curse." declared Manfred as if making a comment to pass the time. “I knew it from the moment I killed my mother. Garfield had her imprisoned when she began to change, locked her in the old tower, and brought her food himself. Nobody was allowed in the tower except Garfield and old Winter. Nobody else went in there until the day I did. Gods know I wish I hadn't."
She rose to her feet as she gripped the hilt of her sword, and the poet stared at him, mesmerized by his own hatred.
“I found my mother there. Despite the way she had…changed, I knew she was my mother. And she still could recognize me, she called me son with a horrible raspy voice. He implored me to kill her because she was too cowardly to do it herself, just like Garfield was, who thought he was doing a nice thing for my mother, keeping her alive, keeping a mutant alive."
Manfred began to approach slowly, and Elysia noticed that the blood that soaked her sword was dripping onto the floor. She felt dazed and tired, and the insane young aristocrat became the center of her world.
“Feeling my mother's blood running down my knife, everything changed. I saw things clearly for the first time in my life. The power of the future Empress is compared to the power of a dark god, she is a dark goddess in physical form, her power twists and corrupts everything, as she had done with my mother's body. I knew I was her child and that within me, running through my blood, lurked the Mark of a Demon. I was a creation of darkness, sired by him. He was a child of Darkness, and it was my destiny to destroy the Von Deyl bloodline, as I have done." She burst out laughing.
“The banishment was the perfect opportunity that hell sent me. The avalanche was caused by me; a good start. I thought I had failed when I let the undead go free, and they failed to destroy my uncle and his followers; but now nothing can save you. The Darkness will seize you. The curse has been fulfilled and the will of the Emperor and the future empress will be fulfilled.”
"Not yet." Elysia replied, her voice choked with her nervousness. "You are a Von Deyl and you are still alive."
She laughed insanely, and once again the catgirl had the feeling that she was looking at a demon incarnated in a human being.
“Miss Elysia, you have to admit you have a sense of humor. Very well! I knew I was going to have fun with you, but how can you kill a Devil?"
"Let's find out." Elysia proposed, who jumped into the attack. With lightning speed, Manfred's sword was raised to parry the opponent's weapon, and then he began a counterattack. Swords flashed as steel clashed against steel. The catgirl's sword arm was already numb from Manfred's mighty blows, for Manfred had the strength of a maniac.
Elysia gave ground. Normally, the fear of the other's insanity would have paralyzed her, but right now her senses were at their peak due to the adrenaline coursing through her body and there was no room for terror. Her world had been emptied and she lived only to kill Krisvel's killer.
The so-called crazed demon and the merciless cat girl continued to fight in the baron's bedroom. Elysia advanced with feline grace and smiled confidently. Her sword movements weaved a web around Manfred, while his eyes shone, indifferent and inhuman.
But slowly she Elysia began to back away, for after a few moments she felt the cold of the wall against her back, and then she launched a thrust towards Manfred's face, but he stopped her with lazy ease. They stood facing each other, swords locked, faces inches apart. They pushed with all their might, since both wanted to gain an advantage. Elysia had the muscles of her body tense and her arms burned with fatigue; Slowly, inexorably, Manfred gained ground and brought the razor-sharp blade of the weapon close to the poet's face.
“Goodbye, Miss Elysia. It's a real shame I never slept with you." Manfred said nonchalantly. "Every time you wag your tail, it turned me on."
In that instant, Elysia slammed a boot heel down on Manfred's instep with all the force she could muster. She felt the bones of the other contestant break; the highborn's face contorted in agony, and the pressure eased. Then she lowered her sword and opened a slash across his neck. The playwright staggered back, and Elysia seized the moment to pierce his heart.
The young nobleman fell to his knees and stared at the other with blank, stunned eyes. The cat girl knocked him down with one foot and spat in her face.
"Now the curse is over." She said.
♦ ♦ ♦
With a clear mind, Elysia stepped out into the cold night air. She expected to meet the wolf riders and death. She no longer cared, she had accepted her imminent death. Suddenly, she had fully understood Frey's feelings.
At the entrance to the fortress, the dark hero Frey stood in the middle of a pile of corpses. Blood oozed out from the horrific internal injuries Frey had sustained due to the use of his skill [Overdrive], who was leaning forward and leaning on the sword; he was barely able to support himself. Near him lay the corpses of Hef and the other defenders of the small fortress.
Frey turned to look at her, and the catgirl noticed that Frey's armor had been scratched in places. The dark hero staggered forward, fell forward, and tried slowly and painfully to get up.
“What amused you, cat girl? You have missed a good fight.”
The catgirl advanced on him.
"So it seems."
“Those bloody yellow-eyed goblins are all cowards. You kill their leaders, and the rest turn and run.” She uttered a laugh that caused him pain. "Of course, I had to kill about twenty of them, give or take, before they agreed and ran away."
"Of course." Elysia replied as she looked at the pile of dead orcs and goblins, among which she could make out the shaman's lupine headdress.
“Most troublesome of all.” Frey commented. "I just can't seem to get up." He closed his eyes and lay very still.
♦ ♦ ♦
Frey watched the small line of survivors, who began to walk north towards the Kingdom of Lothal, under the watchful eyes of the remaining soldiers. He thought that perhaps some city would accept them, since they no longer traveled escorted by the baron's full force. He hoped so, for the children's sake.
He turned to look at the mass grave, the mound under which the bodies had been buried. He turned to find himself looking up at the mountains.
"Goodbye, Krisvel." he said he. "I will miss you."
Elysia irritably rubbed the bandages that covered parts of her body, and then she handed the sword back to Frey.
Frey stood tall and confident, although his wounds had barely healed. With a confident smile he looked at Elysia.
“There are trolls in these mountains, catgirl. I can smell them!”
When Elysia replied to her, she went with a deadpan voice devoid of all energy.”
"Let's go get them."
She and Frey exchanged a look filled with mutual understanding.
“You'll see Elysia. I will make you a troll hunter.”
Wearily, the two set off towards the promising mountains.
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“My lord.” Initially an armored figure, he had equipped a powerful Adamantite plate armor. "All the Von Deyls are dead, Lady Marinette has confirmed it."
“Perfect, one less.” Said Emperor Sebastian Kaisar Octavian, the current emperor of the Kaleth Empire, as he took a sip from a glass of wine. “What is our current situation with those Moroi clan bloodsuckers?”
The armored figure, one of the four judges of the Empire, walked over to one of the chairs that stood near the emperor and took a seat. “Her influence from him is kept isolated and every known agent of the vampire queen is under surveillance. The situation is under control, the help of our infiltrated agent was crucial.”
"I can imagine, the countess is a very effective agent, too effective."
“Yes…” the judge agreed. "It's very suspicious, do you also think she could be a double agent?"
“She is a vampire of the Moroi clan, being a master manipulator is in her nature. I wouldn't be surprised if our suspicions were true."
“Do we remove it? I can personally take care of her. Neither the countess nor any of her guards are a match for me or any of the other judges."
"I know. But the countess is an extremely useful resource, even if she is a double agent she can still serve us. Keep your distance for now, it would be unfortunate if she suspected us.”
"It is understood." said the judge before standing up, bowing and heading towards the exit, but just before leaving, he was stopped by one last order from the emperor.
“Tell Marinette to meet me, I want to talk about some things in private with her. Also, during our match, I don't want anyone to disturb us."
After the calamitous events with the Von Deyls, we set off deep into the shadowy mountains. It was a long and hard journey, and the mountains we traversed didn't make it any easier. The hunger, the hardships and the constant threat of the goblins that roamed the area did not help my mental state; perhaps I was particularly sensitive when I first beheld the dingy grandeur of the ancient ruined city-fortress of the dwarves, lost among those remote peaks for so long. In any case, I remember that I had a terrible omen regarding what we were going to find in it and, as will be seen, my fears were fully justified...Elysia, 'The Adventures of the Dark Hero', vol. I,Printed in Riverheim, Arcadia.♦ ♦ ♦A scream echoed through the cold mountain air, and Elysia drew her sword and went on guard. Snowflakes were falling and an icy wind ruffled her long black hair. She threw her woolen cloak over her right shoulder to fr
“In the name of the son, you have been well! We were in a bit of trouble,” declared the tall, dark-haired warrior, at the same time making the Sign of the cult of the triumvirate on his chest. He was a handsome man despite his rough appearance. His armor, though dented, was of the highest quality, and the intensity of his gaze made Elysia uncomfortable. "Apparently, gentlemen, we owe you our lives" added the sorcerer, who was also richly dressed. His brocade robe was edged with gold thread, and scrolls covered in mystic symbols were attached to rings that adorned it. His long blond hair was cut in a peculiar way, since from the center of the wavy strands rose a crest although it was somewhat short. Elysia wondered if it was the badge of some mystical order. The armored man's laugh rang out like thunder. “It is the prophecy, Johann. Didn't the priestess say that one of our brothers from Lothal would help us? Praise be to the father! It's a good sign, no doubt." <
All that long day, as they approached the wall, Elysia realized how much those ancient structures had suffered. What from a distance produced a sense of timeless strength and security, on closer inspection became as dilapidated as the road they were traveling on.The wall that, like a stone curtain, blocked the passage into the valley was four times the height of a man and passed between sheer sheer precipices. The signs of neglect were obvious, like the moss that grew between the cracks in the huge stone blocks, the channels that rainwater had made in them, and the yellow patches of lichen. Some areas were blackened as if by great tongues of fire, and a large section of the wall had collapsed.Her companions kept silent, because desolation covered the group like a shroud. Elysia felt depressed and nervous. She had the sense that the spirits of old were watching them as they pondered the crumbling remnants of that ancient greatness, and at no time did she take her hand
From the window of the tower where the dwarfs had lodged them, Elysia looked down the cobbled street. Outside, the snow had begun to fall; behind her, the others argued in low voices."I don't like it," Zauber said. “Who knows how extensive an underground area can be? We could search to the end of the world and not find the sword. I thought the dwarfs were guarding it.”“We must have faith.” Aldred replied, his tone calm and implacable. “The Father wants us to find the sword, and we must trust that he will guide us to it.”“Aldred, if Father wishes the sword to be returned, why didn't he place it in the hands of your three brothers who have gone before us?” Zauber asked, a hint of hysteria creeping into his voice.“Who am I to speculate on the All-Father's motivations? Maybe it wasn't the right time. Perhaps he wants to test our faith. In me you will not find an unbeliever. You don't have to come with
“What has Priestess given you, Sir Frey?” Johann Zauber wanted to know, and Frey abruptly put the document in the magician's hand.“It looks like a map of the city, surely a copy created by a Chronicler. It seems to cover all the ground that Prince Beliar's expedition explored.In the light filtered by the crystals above, the sorcerer inspected it, then scratched his head. Elysia looked over his shoulder and saw only tiny runes scrawled and connected with lines of different colored ink. Some lines were thick, others thin, and some dotted."It doesn't look like any map I've ever seen," declared the wizard. "I don't see him head or tail.Frey's lips curved into a contemptuous smile.“I'd be surprised if you turned it on, because it's written in Engineer code. Thanks to a friend, I am barely able to understand it.”"We are in your hands, sir Frey, and in the Father's," the Paladin said. "Lead us."
He was waiting in the next room, near the bottom of the long staircase. They passed under an archway carved with demon skulls and saw the beast: an immense ogre, nearly twice Aldred's height and four times his bulk. A ridge of hair rose from his scaly scalp and was dyed, though not just one color, but alternating stripes of black and white. A spiked bracer with a fist shaped like a long terrible scythe covered his right arm. A huge spiked ball attached to a chain hung from his left hand, and it had the appearance of being able to demolish a castle wall. The creature smiled, exposing sharp metal teeth. Behind him crouched a company of goblins with their glossy green skin, clutching metal shields emblazoned with the Skull emblem. Scabs, boils, and pockmarks marked their ugly faces, which smiled repulsively. Some wore spiked collars around their necks, others metal rings that pinched the skin of their torsos. They had red eyes devoid of pupils, and Elysia wondered if this was t
They looked down the long dark corridor, which had no illumination from the gems. Felix had grown so used to the dim greenish glow that his sudden absence shocked him. It was as if the sun had set at noon. Gotrek started off into the darkness, apparently unaware of the lack of light, and the poet wondered if the dwarf could still see.“Better light the lanterns,” Frey commented as he shook his head. The light has been looted. Damn goblins…there should be gems lighting up the place, but they just couldn't leave them where they were.”Jules prepared a lantern, and Zauber lit it with a word, while Elysia watched them with a sense of uselessness. Suddenly, she heard Frey groaning behind her and turned to look.In the distance, at the end of the corridor, there was a figure that shone with a weak greenish light. It was an old bearded dwarf; light emanated from it and through it, and it seemed transparent, as tangible as a soap bubble. The gho
As if he were in a trance, Frey led them down long corridors that descended into the depths below the ancient city, and entered an area of wide low tunnels, flanked by statues with disfigured faces.“The green-skinned ones have been around here,” Elysia commented to Jules Gascoigne, whom she had by her side. Goblins were easy to identify due to their repulsive smell.“Yes, but not recently. Those statues were broken long ago. Look at the lichens that grow in the broken areas. I don't like how they shimmer."“There is something evil in this place; I can sense it” Zauber stated as he tugged on one sleeve of his robe and looked around nervously. "I sense an oppressive presence in the air."Elysia wondered if she could sense it as well, or the sensation of it was only due to her being receptive to the warnings of her sixth sense. They turned a corner and headed down a path flanked by massive stone arches, between which strange
“Take the sword!” Elysia yelled at him.But the stunned Frey was in no condition to heed the advice, and besides, he wanted to spill blood. He took an unsteady step toward Oleg, who was standing where he had left him, howling as he clutched his nose. Then, hearing Frey's staggering footsteps, she looked up and let out a tremendous bellow of anger and pain. He rushed toward his foe, crouching low and arms outstretched, intending to once again ensnare the dark hero in a deadly embrace. Frey remained where he was as the monster charged into a thunderous race towards him, as unstoppable as a runaway horse-drawn chariot.Elysia didn't want to look… The mutant was big enough to crush Frey, but she couldn't look away in horror.Oleg reached where Frey was. His massive arms began to close, but at the last second Frey ducked and dove between the monster's legs, then spun around and lashed out with the chain, which wrapped around the mutant's ankle. Fre
"Ulber?" I ask. Ulber Roger?"Do not call me that way!" The man's voice approached the scream. "Address me as 'Sir'.""Do you know this idiot?" Frei asked.Elysia nodded. Ulber Roger was a philosophy friend of Elysia's owner before the catgirl had murdered her mistress and escaped from her. He had been a quiet young man, very studious and could always be found in libraries according to his mistress. He had probably never exchanged more than a dozen words with her in the two years he had been friends with her mistress. He also remembered that Roger had vanished. There was a bit of a scandal… something to do with some missing library books, and he also remembered that some Inquisitors had shown interest."Stop!" Roger yelled at him in his thin, irritating voice. "You are my prisoners and you will do as I command for the remainder of your wretched lives."“Will we do as you bid us for the rest of our worthless lives?” Elysia looked
Elysia noticed that all the patrons were looking at the innkeeper strangely, as if he had spoken at the wrong time, or said something they had never expected him to say. But she dismissed that thought. Maybe they were just scared. Who wouldn't be with a servant of the Dark Powers housed in the castle that overlooked the town?“He is wicked like a dragon with a toothache. Isn't that right, Helmut?"The peasant the innkeeper had just spoken to froze in place like a rat staring at a snake."Isn't that right, Helmut?" the innkeeper repeated."It's not so bad," replied the farmer. "Considering how evil warlocks are.""Why don't you storm the castle?" Frey asked, and Elysia thought that if the dark hero couldn't guess the answer from the beaten-dog looks of those louts he was more stupid than he looked."Because the monster is there, sir" replied the farmer at the same time that he dragged his feet and looked at the floor again."The
The idea must occur to readers of these pages from time to time that my companion and I were under the influence of some curse.Without any effort on our part, and without any desire on my part, we managed to meet all manner of worshipers of the Dark Ones. I myself often suspected that we were really doomed to oppose his plans without ever understanding why; but such speculation never bothered the Dark Hero.Frey took all such events as they came, with a groan and a resigned shrug, and dismissed any such speculation as that of a useless and vain philosopher.However, I have thought long and hard on the matter, and I have the feeling that if there is a power in this world that opposes the servants of evil, perhaps it was the one who sometimes guided our steps and even protected us. What is certain is that we often stumbled upon some of the most outrageous and malevolent schemes perpetrated by the most unlikely of evildoers...Elysia, 'The Adventures of the
The desire to kill reverberated through Jasmine's brain, and the darkness rooted in her soul threatened to overtake her completely. Madness bubbled through her veins, and bloodlust flooded her as if she were a drug; her carnage gave him ecstatic pleasure. She wanted to find the black-armored warrior and kill him, for of all the enemies she had faced, he was the most powerful: a worthy offering indeed to the god of Wrath. At the last second, when she was about to brush aside his sword and kill him, her fate, in the form of her own idiotic followers of hers, had intervened to separate them. She wanted to find him again and finish the fight.And then she saw the girl. As if against her will, she gazed at the frightened little face that peeked out from where she was hiding. He knew what he had to do, because it was time to end this once and for all, to take the first step on the path that would end in eternal life, to take advantage of the opportunity offered to him of a glorious
Jasmine watched as the great cannon blasted the third breach in the city wall, then decided enough was enough. They had to save powder for the next fortification they came to, and the gaps were big enough for their soldiers to squeeze through. The defenders were tired and bewildered, so the time had come. She signaled to the bugler, and he sounded the advance blast. Marching to the beat of the human-skinned drums, the beastmen sprang into motion.Jasmine felt the thirst for blood rise within her, and with it, her desire to offer souls to the god of Wrath. She that night she would make him a great offering.♦ ♦ ♦Elysia watched as the tide of beastmen surged across the grounds, and archers began firing from the ramparts. They chose their targets calmly, methodically, and efficiently, and fired. Arrows pierced the darkness, piercing chests, throats, and bestial eyes. As the infernal drums beat, the relentless bloodthirsty beastmen continued to adva
Elysia watched the clouds overhead, racing across the sky like a mass that twisted and undulated in a strong wind. The color of the forest had changed from a light green to a darker, more ominous hue; she seemed as if the trees, like everything else, were waiting.She was standing on the parapet at the top of the wooden wall, and she was looking across the fields, straining to catch any sign of movement in the undergrowth. By her calculations, it was the end of the afternoon. Next to her was Frey, who was looking at his sword with disinterest. Every ten paces along the wall there was an archer, one of the woodcutters, men who could hit an ox's eye from two hundred paces, and measuring the distance between them and the line of trees, Elysia realized. realized that this was a slaughterhouse. Any attackers would get bogged down in the plowed fields and be easy targets for archers.She tried to let that thought reassure her, but she couldn't. Night in the woods was not lik
Elysia looked up at the ornate golden hammer that gleamed in the early morning light streaming through the open door of the temple. The runes etched into the Hammer's head reminded him of the ones adorning the blade of her own sword, but that didn't surprise him too much. Her sword had been the most prized possession of an Order of paladins and it seemed only fitting that the sword be engraved with holy signs.There were few people present; only some old women who were sitting cross-legged on the floor and praying. The babies with their mothers were outside, getting the cool while they could, and Elysia guessed the air might be unbreathable in there with the doors closed.The temple was a simple sanctuary with a simple altar, except for the presence of the Hammer, which was used to bless marriages and contracts. The Father, The Mother and The Son were not very popular deities there, since most of the woodcutters looked to Belial, Lord of the Forests and God of the Eart
Kat hurried toward the base of the watchtower because she felt the need to be alone. She had grown tired of sitting by the large central bonfire, and not even Frey's presence reassured her. She felt very alone in the midst of all those busy adults; in reality, there was no one with whom she could talk, and for the first time she realized that she no longer knew anyone in this world and that she had no place in it. Her flames reminded him too much of the Kleinsdorf fires. The ladder barely creaked under her bare feet as she climbed toward the trapdoor with the agility of a monkey.Elysia was sitting alone, and she was looking into the darkness. She had long since set the sun like a bloodstain on the horizon; the moon had risen through the sky, its silvery light bathing the surroundings. A gentle breeze cooled Kat's cheeks and made the forest whisper and murmur ominously. Elysia watched him mesmerized, lost in her own thoughts, and she hurried across the tower and sat down besi