Resurrection

Chapter Three- Arielle.

Of course we had to go to fuckin Venice. Where the lovers rode on boats down the canals, sucking the air from each others lungs. Proposing, marrying and ignoring the fact it stunk of a cocktail between fermented seaweed and pigeon shit.

Now I know what you're thinking, Bit rude and a bit harsh Ari. Yeah, you're right. It is harsh, because had this not of been the place where I experienced my death, then maybe the pigeon shit would appeal to me. However, I did die here, and I hate bird shit so sue me.

Before the buildings and winding canals were built, there was nothing but marshland and soggy moores that housed this part of the world. Back then, some low ranking demon had tried to claim this part of the world 'The new Underworld'. How original. They'd recruited some docile, mermen who were bored, and fancied swinging their dicks about boasting on who was the strongest among the seas. Whoever survived the battle, would be known as the ultimate slayer. Spoiler alert, it was me.

Tridents were flying. Swords were swinging, Chiaroscuro, Char for short, had drank heavily that day, a little blood drunk. I could feel the gratitude from him, making it easier to swing him relentlessly through the air. I was connected to Char, when I took my oath eons ago to be a Valkyrie warrior, we all obtained our own weapon. Char was mine, all I had to do was whisper his name, and he'd come to my aid. Many times he'd saved me in battle, and I'd always be grateful, and make sure he's fed plentiful.

The fight had been going on for days, finally an end was in sight, there were more of the Eden army remaining than the demons. Victory was on the horizon. Gisele, one of the chosen Valkyries was fighting and red, scaley merman, his feet looked like they'd been boiled for hours. The demons has cast a spell on the mermen to enable them to walk for the duration of the battle. He was closing in on Gisele and she'd panicked, backed upto a tree when he threw the trident. I jumped infront of it, thinking maybe it would just hit me in the chest. But no, I miscalculated and straight through the noggin it went. Valkyrie only die from brain trauma from enchanted weapons. Them demon fucks. It had been thousands of years, and I was still very salty.

However, death didn't last long, when I awoke, there were less demons, still enough of the Eden army. I struggled to my feet, the pain in my skull stinging my eyes. I could barely see from the double vision, but I trudged on until I found that red foreskin that killed me. I couldn't hear anything, all I could feel was rage, true, unholy rage. Had I not been so focused on the one who killed me, I think I could of easily tore through every single being on the land that day. Demon or Eden army, I wouldn't of cared. But my sight was set onto the bastard when I'd spot him across the marsh, and let out a war cry that Thor would of been pleased of. I sprinted towards him, CHIAROSCURO.

The golden magic shimmered down my left arm as my companion materialised in my palm. I don't know how I did it, but one minute I was far away, the next second, I was slicing the head from the red fuck where he stood. Then I collapsed. No recollection of what happened afterwards. They told me that it was probably a poison that had been laced on someone's sword. We were effected by strong potions and poisons, but they didn't kill us. I had no wound to my head, and no one saw had happened because the demons had already begun to retreat. Lucky for me I guess.

Micheal drops a tray of coffee on the table front of me, snapping me from my memories. The chocolate topped cappuccino enticed me with its bitter smell. Coffee always made me feel better.

We were sat infront of a small coffee shop on the side of one of the canals. The round metal table cold againt my knee, as I sat with one leg over the other. I was wearing a tartan knee length skirt, a black silk camisole with my doc marten boots on. And of course, a pair of skin tights shorts, because just incase I needed to fight, the last thing I wanted was everyone to see my vagina because my thong had rode to the side from fighting. Womens problems, am I right? The sun was warm against my skin, I could feel the burn on my already tan skin.