Breaking

Chapter 5

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 Skilos walked out of the place where he had grown up, Liatanmo grove. A great place according to history and the battles it had survived. He had been sent out because he was believed to be the only living being left who could kill the Nephalem. He wanted to know how he was supposed to do that seeing as he was a mere mortal. He knew that although he had been trained to do this, the urgency with which he had been forced to depart meant that something was different about this one. Something more powerful, he had a feeling this was the Nephalem born to end the world and most likely the universe. Even Skilos himself could feel how off balance everything was due to the power of this one being. All things could be killed and if anybody could kill them it was Skilos, he had been born to the purpose of an assassin. He was the last of the Dark Ones, a race of warlock assassins born to kill and trained from birth to know how, he was also the best at what he did. None of the master's of his craft could kill him, they couldn't even hit him when all 5 of them teamed up on him at once. He also had something none of them did, he had studied the controlling of spirits and the unformed land. He was now going to be going Nephalem hunting. He sensed two huge sources of power, one to the East and one to the West. He went to the West where he decided the Nephalem was probably living in solitude, finding him might be hard as it was but killing him would be fun.

 Azrael was walking through the village of a human warlock who had been killed recently until he noticed a man looking for something, "Hey! What are you looking for sir? Perhaps I could be of assistance?" The man barely looked up at him but instantly Azrael saw this man for a viper, fast and deadly and powerful. "I am Jack of Blades, don't you dare ignore me you worthless scum." The man started to look annoyed "Well I am Skilos, hunter of Nephalem now if you'll excuse me I believe that a new Nephalem child had something to do with this murder." Azrael chuckled at the idea that he had had something to do with the death of this man. "Why do you think that a Nephalem had something to do with this? There's no signs of Heaven or Hell here so no Nephalem could have done this. He's an attractive young ex warlock so my guess is some girl wanted revenge on him for a heartbreak or something. Might as well move along now, Skilos." Skilos looked Azrael straight in the eyes nearly ready to pounce, "I've been trained by assassins. I am one of the dark ones! I was born to kill. It's in my blood, why don't you leave me alone little warlo-" Azrael raised his hand and slammed Skilos into the wall through use of spirits, then pulled his dagger and smirked. "Born to kill huh? Tell me young one, how many has your blade touched outside of training? How many have you really killed? I've killed quite a few myself and compared to me you're a little pest. So don't you dare threaten me." Azrael dropped Skilos and then smiled as he curled into the fetal position and began to cry. Then the man perked up and smiled, "You could teach me magic or I might have to kill you. My first kill would be very interesting if it were a powerful warlock." Skilos drew his sword. Azrael drew Glefir, making it appear as a normal elvish make sword though. The snake had decided to attack and Azrael would oblige perfectly okay with it such as a hydra when it's prey attacked. Skilos lunged in feigning to the right and Azrael moved so quickly it was blinding. Knocking his opponents weapon away in an instant. Azrael grinned at Skilos and then was blasted back by a spirit, grinning Azrael saw Skilos grab his weapon off the ground to try again. The man lunged at him again this time without the feign and once again Azrael parried his attack. Skilos was very stubborn, would never give up beaten or not. Striking like a snake he was deadly fast, but he also wasn't born to end the world. That special section of Hell was reserved just for Azrael. Deciding he'd had enough of this fight Azrael went on the offensive. Attacking and attacking moving at a human speed. Then saying screw it he began to move at inhuman speeds, demolishing the young man's fortitude and making him scream and plead and beg for mercy. "Please spare me. I need to live and you can help me to save the world." Azrael laughed, "Why would I do that when my whole life goal is to burn the place to the ground?"