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.
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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.
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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