Rise of the Inquisition: Reconstruction

Lord Inquisitor VI

Upon seeing the blood being drawn from Paladin's arm, human and elven lords alike jumped up and roared, commencing celebrations across the Hall of Inquisitors. Once more, Wolf King Messiah had proven to be one of the strongest Inquisitors, and with a single strike, he had taken down the fool who proclaimed himself to be the Lord Inquisitor.

Merelona, Violet and Ashley on the other hand were not celebrating. Ashley's eyes narrowed and her fingers crawling back - leaving scratch marks on the throne arms. Merelona and Violet are still silent, but only because Violet was holding a hand over the mouth of Merelona - who struggled to break free - as she bit on her own tongue.

The Inquisitors on the other hand were mostly silent as well, the only one speaking being the Wolf King himself

"I fucking knew it! I so fucking knew it!" Messiah bursts out into laughter as celebrations in his name roared around him. "There was no way this fool was Paladin!"

Paladin clenched his teeth as his eyes flamed red

"Wolf King! Wolf King! Wolf King!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Messiah laughs. "I am your Wolf King, and I am the strongest Inquisitor!"

"Wolf King! Wolf King! Wolf King!"

Merelona's mouth then breaks free from Violet's restrainment

"Alphy!" she yells with all the power she could muster, drawing tears. "Don't let him get away with this!"

Messiah grinds his teeth

"Shut the fuck up you fucking bitch!"

In pain, angered by Messiah's actions and words, and with eyes of hatred, Paladin grabs onto the blade of Duumholt with his free hand, and begins to pull it out of his arm

"Oh?" Messiah chuckles upon seeing Paladin still wanting to fight. "Let me give you a hand."

Messiah rips Duumholt out of Paladin's arm and chuckles as he watches Paladin fall to his knees, blood from his arm and Duumholt's blade dripping down onto the ground

"Wolf King! Wolf King! Wolf King!"

"Next time don't claim to be someone you aren't."

Paladin looks forward and sees his own blood dripping down the golden blade of Duumholt, a sight that enraged everything inside of him, and so, Paladin stood up with everything he had and allowed his bloodied arm to stay at his side.

"Since you wanted to draw blood, I'll have to return the favor."

Messiah smirks

"Draw blood? Don't even play these dumb games with me," Messiah points Duumholt at Paladin. "You aren't the Lord Inquisitor, and you shall never be the Lord Inquisitor."

Paladin narrows his eyes at Messiah, but then feels a sudden warmth over his left arm. Looking over, he notices an orange glow on his arm that makes his flesh and blood regenerate - magic acting exactly like Razor's regeneration.

Merelona... didn't I say to not interfere without me asking?

Even though Merelona disobeyed him, Paladin, even with a mind full of anger, could not find it within himself to lash out at Merelona. Instead, he looks back and mouths "Thank you" before looking back at Messiah.

"What are you going to do?" Messiah laughs as he holds Duumholt behind his head. "You cannot inflict any pain to me no matter how hard you try, and honestly, it would be a complete waste of time if we sat here and allowed you to hit me all you want. My armor, my body, and my pain tolerance are all strong, so strong you cannot even fathom how strong it is!"