Red Glass

16.

Vatala'a bells scream through the blood stained twilight. Below the monstrous wings of Carmilla, Olcan's body reverted from beast to human, lay bloodless.
Dominating the sky amidst her minions, the night lord presents her palms forward, conjuring a thick wild red thundering stream, storming from the glowing rune cast.
Trapped inside the pit of red mist, the cursed leap and run to evade the crimson lightning beam that seeks them. Loudly crackling in dark sovereignty, the spell absorbs the very life of all it bleeds.
Raising her arms, the cyclone of bats swarm the cursed children of Loki, biting and scratching as they encase them, sending red particles to their master.

Agnaar howls with force strong enough to quake the moon. Night slaves fall to the ground, disoriented and wounded. Carmilla covers her elongated ears and closes her eyes in pain, unable to tolerate it's deafening power. The bats blindly flee into the red fog, skin exploding as they enter.
Brenn howls alongside Agnaar seeing it's effect whilst Fenrir gallops and leaps through the air, clawing through the wings of the damned ripping her down.
Against the monster the three vile beast pounce, maiming her bloody, attacking her damaged wing and throat. The burden of the cursed crushes Carmilla as she hisses viciously.
She screeches a loud echelon tremor, shocking the Hel hounds through the air. Agnaar, Fenrir and Brenn get back on their feet, snarling as they band together unbroken from the devastation.
Carmilla's monstrous orange eyes begin to dull as she floods the snow dark crimson. Opening her right tallon it fails to glow, the monstrous wolves know it's time to move in.

Running in they attack her on three sides, claws and fangs of might but Carmilla resists, catching Fenrirs wrist and tearing his stomach open. Agnaar mauls the monster's arm but she scratches his chest claws deep, healing her little by little. Brenn crawls low and goes for the throat as Carmilla is under battles blindfold.
Swooping in Carmilla catches her throat and leaps high in the air spinning like a tornado, flapping her wings towards the black clouds. Locking herself around the black wolf like a snake, Carmilla sinks her thorned bite as deep it can go, absorbing her blood and life force.
A shriek shatters the sky as the two fall hard. Carmilla lands on her back spitting out black blood on impact, choking and holding her throat with monstrous talons.

Fenrir is lay on the floor, his breath more shallow by the moment, slowly losing grip on his transformation.
Brenn gets up, long teeth shining and white eyes burning brighter than ever against her black hide. Agnaar and Brenn approach from opposite sides, jaws wide they take the kill.
The blood fog fades to white as the sky begins to lighten. Fenrir is lying on the floor, bleeding from his tribal torso in human form.
Agnaar and Brenn calm, transforming painfully from beast form. Walking over to Fenrir they hold onto each other, supporting each other's weight. Sitting next to Fenrir the three, in pain and covered in blood, smile at each other, proud of their victory and laugh in celebration.
Looking over at the massive body of olcan laying lifeless, fingers wrapped around a dagger, a tear comes to Agnaar's eye. Brenn looks down with an enormous loss, Fenrir smiles a heavy smile.

*Agnaar begins to slowly chant in a deep growl.*

"Cattle die and brothers fall,
As the mountains you stood tall,
You could drink the oceans dry if as mead they flowed,
The last of the giants where legends followed.
The Gods always envied your courage,
Our ancestors always looked upon you with pride,
When you approach the gates of Hel,
All will know your name inside.
With pride beside you once more we'll ride.
With honor we'll send you on the ship where we shall all follow."

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The three proudly lift the mighty Olcan on to the shields and carry him off towards sunrise.
Carmilla's body lies still, red. Hit by the sun's terrifying light her skin hardens into stone, crumbling away into the wind as dust.