Redemption

Chapter 10

"You dragged me down here, so it better be important. I just encountered something new, and I would prefer to never do so again."

"Stop complaining," he said, his kindness vanishing in a matter of seconds.

Azalea glared at him, urging him to answer her.

"Logically, why would we not be here, this is my king's temple, the resurrector would have most likely explored every inch of the place. The catacombs were where many burials took place, and most likely any resurrectors centuries ago would perform their rituals."

"And were resurrectors welcomed back then?" she asked curiously.

"I do not think people liked having them around, especially as from what we read that the souls that come back are never really the same. I believe society considered them to be unnatural and abhorrent. And they were right, it only takes one powerful resurrector to alter the balance. So many people were burned at the stake out of fear, and those who survived, I assume, practiced their rituals in secret.

"So the resurrectors we are looking for are deceased from a line of old most likely burned at the stake resurrectors. Great, I'm sure they are thrilled that they have no community."

They paused at a doorway, making their way through. Empty jars lined the wall, a large table in the middle with iron chains bolted through.

"Did they also use this place as a torture room,"

"Most likely or they strap down the dead body so when they are brought back they can't move."

They peeked into the next room. Azalea smiled. The room was stocked with weapons of every kind, still shining as it was cleaned shortly before they arrived. Stepping in, she was abruptly pulled back.

"Let's check the other rooms. We have no use for these weapons." Acrux said.

Scowling, "Have you considered maybe there is a blade that can kill the resurrected souls." she said, raising a brow.

"A good beheading will work just fine, stop delaying." He said dismissively.

Walking down the halls, Acrux paused to admire the intricate carvings. Azalea huffed behind him wanting to move one.

"Is there anything useful?" she asked when it was clear that they were going to be here for a moment.

"No, it's just stories of how people died," he said, disappointed.

"You just wasted our time and made us stay here longer than necessary."

They walked deeper into the labyrinth. Entering a circular room they surveyed it. An altar lay in the middle of the room, melted wax stained the surface. Bookshelves line every inch of the walls.

"Check if any books are missing, this is what they were most likely here for," Acux ordered.

Rolling her eyes she searched the shelves looking for any gap, but it was impossible to find anything, no one would know if anything went missing the shelves were organized with scrolls all over the place.

"I can't find anything, '' she called out.

"Keep looking, and look properly," he said.

Ignoring him she walked over to the altar, examining the wooden table. Standing over it she found a scroll rolled out to a certain section. Eyes narrowed, she prodded the wax with the tip of her knife. It was still sticky.

"Acrux, I think I found what you wanted," she said.

He walked over, arms crossed.

"The wax is still fresh, someone was here recently," she explained.

Learning over Acrux read the scroll, his expression darkening.

"This is instructions on summoning dead spirits, he may have spoken to an older resurrector if the ritual worked," he said.

"Spirits? I think that is enough for now let's get out of here," Azalea said, not wanting to be in this room or temple a second longer.

They made their way back, retracing their steps, and somehow avoiding any more Wraiths. Passing by the library, they finally came out of the temple and into the street. Gasping for fresh air, she enjoyed the crisp wind.

"We will go back to search for some Undead," Acrux said.

"Let's go to my house first," she replied, already heading in that direction.