Breaking

Chapter 4

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Saya dropped down to the ground, next to her best friend. Saya had taught herself ways to become immune to spells when Spera had learned that she was part warlock. It takes a great amount of meditation, years of it, to even be able to deflect the weakest of spells but Saya could deflect the death spell without even flinching after a day. She felt her friends pulse to find that she was still alive. Saya stood up and reached out with her mind, forcing Spera awake. Spera sat up, coughed up a small bit of blood before standing on her feet. "That was a dirty little trick but it's gonna take a hell of a lot more than that to kill me." Spera payed no attention to the woman who stood near Jack of Blades. "I'm not a very big fan of people trying to kill me." "Wow, you really are a screw up. You can't even kill an elf." The strange woman said, taunting Jack of Blades. "Too bad I'm not an elf." "Spera, no!" "It's okay Saya." Spera eyes were focused directly on the Jack of Blades chest, at his heart. Saya tried not to think about how she was looking directly into his soul and put a hand on Spera's arm. Spera's eyes went dark as she looked away. "We need to leave," she whispered under her breath. Saya nodded and looked up at the two strangers watching them with curiosity plainly written on their faces. Holding onto Saya's hand, Spera took a step forward. "The light and darkness in your soul are at war, Azrael. Your decision is coming." With that Spera took a step back and the girls disappeared. The girls found themselves in the middle of an elven town...the one they had just escaped. "What the hell? Saya what the hell were you thinking?" Spera blew up as the ducked into the nearest alley. "I-i I was trying to put together why he would save us and then just try to kill us! I'm sorry!" Spera rolled her eyes at her friends stupidity. "How many times do I have to tell you that you have to make your mind blank while we're shifting or things can go wrong? I mean you're lucky we didn't end up ripped in half!" "I know! I know! I'm so sorry! Let's just disguise ourselves and get out of here." "Saya I can't. I can't use anymore magic right now." Saya sighed, sliding to the ground. Spera was about the same height of the elves and could probably blend in with them but Saya would stick out like a sore thumb. "What if we found a magic man? I have enough money to actually pay for a potion or two." Spera took a step back in shock. "You'd actually be willing to pay a margnic teeskleja, a magic faker,for a potion that might not even work? What the living fuck is wrong with you?" Saya shrugged her shoulders and looked up at her companion. "What options do we have?" Spera sighed, slumping down next to her friend. "Give me the money. I'm sure I won't get spotted as easily as you." She reached into her back pocket and handed her tall friend her extra dagger. "One to throw, one to fight if they get too close." Before Saya could say a word, Spera had disappeared down the alley. Saya sat quietly in the alley, waiting for her friend to return. A rat crawled out from the dumpster across from her, pausing to stare before continuing down the alley. "SAYA RUN!" The shriek came down the alley, the opposite side that Spera had ran down. Saya shot up and bolted towards the cry for help, running straight into a trap.

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Gragul looked at the two girls who he had trapped in the alley, the ones who had returned to the city after being rescued by his best friend and brother, Azrael. He looked the shorter one in the eyes and knew that there was something different about her. She held his gaze long enough that he felt his very soul being watched, "How odd, I-I can't see into your soul. Who are you?" She asked. He smiled knowing she had no way to have an advantage over him. "My name is Gragul, I'm a member of the shapeshifting clans, I'm hunting for a Nephalem named Azrael. I know that he took you somewhere but I just want to know where." He watched the two girls look at each other then the taller one gagged and threw up. She spoke and her voice was amazing, it was irresistible, "You want to release us and you will not care about your quest for Azrael until Spera and I are safely out of your reach villain." Gragul instantly started untying them, he wasn't entirely sure why but he felt totally at peace. Like everything he was doing was what he wanted to do even though he knew, he knew somewhere deep down that this was not what he had wanted to do here. He started searching his brain for possibilities, then the two girls were gone and he remembered why he'd needed them. Then he realized what had happened, the tall girl had the power of persuasion. He looked around for ny hint at where they might have gone then he heard a voice behind him. It was a voice of pure fire there was no masculine or feminine qualities to the voice, "You are Gragul. I come to you with urgent news from one of my higher ups, stop the hunt for his son. If you do not heed this warning then you shall not live to see the boy ever again." Gragul turned towards the speaker expecting to see a demon as Azrael's father's breed. What he saw instead was even more awe inspiring, it was an angel of the Seraphian Realm, why would a true angel be defending a Nephalem? They were the offspring of fallen angels and demons. "Azrael is no normal Nephalem as you grew up thinking of them as. No he is a Nephalem child of a true angel and Mephistopheles. The most powerful crown prince of Hell. The offspring of one of the most powerful angels ever to exist and the most powerful demon ever to be made. He will never truly find peace but he must choose his own path." Gragul looked at this angel in awe, he was starstruck. "Make your decision now or I will smite you on the spot boy."

Azrael stared at his mother, "What is your name bitch? Do I at least get to know that much about you?" She laughed at him, "I am so commonly mistaken for being a male that they actually call me the crown prince of Hell, no bitch I'm the Queen of Hell. I am Mephistopheles. Be happy I found you first, because with the path you're taking your father would have slaughtered you on the spot, always way too fucking righteous that one." She looked distant for a moment, "Although he was a great liar maybe someday I could have had something with him, but that was all ruined the moment he took you away from me and threw you in with those backhill shapeshifters. You should see what humans have done with their part of the world." He looked at her grinning and gave her a hug, "Why did you suddenly decide to visit me mother? I know it's not just for some bonding. What's going on?" Mephistopheles looked at him and smirked "I'm here to tell you the truth about yourself, you are not the child of a fallen angel and a demon, oh no. You're something even greater, you're the child of an angel still with grace and a demon. Actually the most powerful of each race bonded together to birth you. That's how Lucifer your real daddy lost his grace, he didn't rebel too much except by causing the apocalypse." She had a wistful look in her eyes, "He also didn't become king of hell through power, I put him there and the prideful bastard won't admit it. I'm here to tell you that you're either going to destroy the world or save it completely, I cannot tell you how to perform either feat but I can tell you that's your life now." Then suddenly a fiery voice spoke from behind them, "It turns out I was still lying to you, now get away from our son you whore!" His mother gave him a necklace then disappeared with fear in her eyes, Azrael turned around and there he was, "Lucifer."

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"I swear to god if one more person fucking stops us, I'm going to set them on fire." Saya chuckled softly as they finally escaped the town. Spera pulled out the elixir she had purchased as she continue complaining about the two strange men who had stopped them. "How did you know his name? Soul's don't reveal names." Saya's voice was hoarse but still strong and enluring. "I-i I don't know. It's like I've seen his soul before like...Like if you met someone when they were a kid and they grew up and when you see them again you remember their name but nothing else. You don't even know how you knew their face since they've grown out of it but you do." Spera noticed the look of speculation on Saya's face and smiled. "But all I know is that if I never see him again, it'll be too soon!" Saya tried not to think about how Spera could have ever seen Ja- Azrael's soul before. "What's a Nephalem?" Saya asked. Spera's hand instantly covered her friends mouth and checked to see if anyone had heard them. "Don't ever say that out loud, ever! It's the bastard child of a fallen angel and a demon. My mother told me stories about them. They're powerful, when one is born the entire balance of the universe is thrown off. You think that it's frowned upon that I exist, just imagine being the offspring of the symbols of good and evil." Spera shuddered before straightening herself out. She had seen different paths in Azrael's soul but neither of them ended well. Saya put a comforting arm around her friend. "You will relax. We'll be fine." "Damn you and your charmspeak." With that the girls took the camouflage potion and marched into the woods.

The man stood in the trees, watching all the creatures of the village. "Disgusting." He jumped out of the tree, terrifying a few of the villagers and continued walking towards the home of the "warlock" of the village. He was known for his potions but no one had ever seen him do a spell. He claimed it was against "high warlock law" to perform a spell in the presence of a mortal. The man didn't believe that there even was a magical judicial system. Dozens were killed by warlocks and elves and recently, Nephalem. Upon finding the shop, he entered. The old man stood by the back door, dealing a potion to a passerby. "Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you." The warlock and his costumer looked up at the stranger. The customer handed the money over to the warlock and ran out before either of them could say a word. "Well she was in a hurry, wasn't she?" The man sat down on a chair and propped his feet up on the counter. "What do you want?" The warlock sat down at the counter, pushing the mans feet off. "A spell. I wanna see your magic." He laughed, putting some bottles up on the shelf. "If you were as smart as you look you would know that I'm not allowed to perform spells in front of mortals." He continued restocking the shelves of weird substances in jars. "Oh now that hurts my feelings! I am no mortal. Can't you show me just one little spell?" The man asked, his voice dripping with insincerity. "No." The warlock started to walk to the back room, most likely his bedroom. "Well then you're completely useless!" The knife was out of the man's hand and in the warlock's back in a mere matter of seconds. "I apologize for disrupting your day of business, I'll show myself out." The man stood up, walking out as the warlock bled to death on the floor of his home.