Redemption

Chapter 21

The guard gripped it facing in agony as an empty eye socket stared back at Azalea. Quickly, she lept in two slashes. The guard was on the floor dead once again, his soul returned to Iram.

"Do you have an extra sword," Azalea yelled, watching Aacrux as he broke through the huddle of undead through powerful strokes of his arm. Expertly slashing anything that came before him.

"You have a knife, use it," he said.

Glaring, she looked down, sighing at the short knife, "Don't let me down, you little shit."

Scanning the dark cemetery he tried to locate Samael. But in this swa of activity, it was almost impossible. Twisting and turning she stabbed anything that came before her, she was a whirlwind of activity. Slowly she and Acrux broke the ranks of the undead, dwindling their numbers, till the only ones left were circled around Samael. Azalea and Acrux prowled toward them both on a killing high.

"Samael, if it was up to me I would let you burn this city to the ground. I hope you know that." Azalea said.

"It does not matter at the end of the day you came here to kill me, but unfortunately for you, it'll be a bit harder than you expected," he replied behind a wall of undead.

Raising his hands, he began chanting, the ground shook, as hands and bodies came up from the earth, and the undead crowded around them.

"How is he not tired yet," Azalea whispered, her back to Acux, as they readied for their fight.

"He is but we can't exactly see him right now, whoever gets the closest to him will kill him. Are you positive you can make the final blow," he asked.

Azalea stayed silent, ignoring the question because she still did not know the answer. If I kill him, I will go to Caelum, But can I kill him? What did he even do wrong, it is just his circumstances, he is a good person under all that pain. She thought.

Once again they both sprang forehead, fighting back to back like they have done it thousand times. Their rhythm matching one another. Soon enough the ground was covered in undead and black gunk. Acrux and Azalea were drenched head to toe from black gunk.

Wiping her face she grimaced, "This stuff is nasty you think it'll wash out?"

"I don't think that's important after all you will not be stepping foot here ever again.

"My last sight of Antares will be of the cemetery that's flooding with undead, and black shit. Lucky me, I'm truly blessed." She muttered.

"Let's get this over with," Acrux said, as they walked closer to where Samarl was.

The crowd of undead parted revealing Samael. He looked weaker, his face even paler, the dark ink running through his veins darker, her eyes more crazed than they ever were. Waringly they approached with their weapons raised.

"Two skilled fighters, one an assassin, the other Iram's right hand, what an unlikely team you have made. It is a shame I will have to put this amazing teamwork to rest.

"Your drained Samael, we will make this painless and quick," Azalea said.

He doubled over laughing, "I will not go down willingly Azzy, I thought you knew that by now. I would rather die by pushing my limit than by one of your hands. Do you know what's funny though, Iram sent out such skill all to kill such a lowly street urchin. Ever wonder why."

"You have disrupted the balance, and for that, you will be punished," Acrux stated.

"Ever the loyal servant," Azalea muttered, perplexed by the unyielding loyalty.

"You are so dense." Samael hissed.

"Care to explain, but make it quick, we are in a time crunch" Azalea invited.

"Very well. The balance disrupted will do me a favour. No one wants the Inferis and the land of the living mixed, it is hard enough controlling the undead. But you know what will happen if everything goes to shit. If other gods get involved." his face twisted.

She took a sharp breath. "You counted on the gods to burn the city to the ground. This is not some petty revenge. You planned this thoroughly, you intend to wipe this city off the map, all because of your pride. If that is desperate I do not know what is.

"Rest assured the city will be intact after your passing.' Acrux said moving closer his sword pointed at Samael.

"You make it sound as if I die by sickness, not blatant murder," Samael said, amused.

"Why do you not care, Samael, I don't want this.' Azalea whispered.

"Sometimes it is best to stop caring, even if I did die my legacy will be forever known and the nobles that are dead will stay dead forever."