The Bearer of the amulet

Chapter 6 : Carnage

"Wanda, we really need to go". Protector Richard urged me to hurry.

"I would love to if you stopped nagging at me and interrupting my prayer!". I had to admit I was rude to him, he was not wrong. He is a protector; he has a mission, But I am a nun, even if I was under practice back then, my job was still the same. To pray, that's what the headless woman would ask me to do.

I didn't meet his gaze while speaking. "Look, I didn't ask you to bury them, so at least give me a chance to make a small requiem for them. It won't take long, Protector"

My hands were clutched as I slightly bowed my head. As I started the same prayer for the third time. My eyes were closed, yet, I was absolutely sure that he rolled his eyes behind my back. How did I figure that out? My ears caught him murmuring something with a low tone that I didn't quite understand but I expected it wasn't the nicest talk.

He made his irritation noticeable, but I didn't really bother to care. It's not like he will endure me that much anyway from now on. That kick to his brother's belly was not the best way to start a good relationship with your escort squad.

While my prayer was going on. I had to keep control of myself. I was afraid of the corpses nor the smell of decay no longer.

Thing is. I was wary of myself.

This mess...

To be a vessel for death. To be his whim. A follower to an incantation to evil. All of this... because of a woman who valued her fanatic duty over the souls of the nuns of this church.

I twisted my lips inside and bit hard. How am I supposed to provide a prayer for a person whom I hate with passion?! Is that even logical? Is a prayer coming from a double-edged tongue acceptable? She was right to acknowledge she had sinned. But wherever her soul is now...even if God forgave her, I won't.

"Done". I said as I spit the last lines of the prayer with great disgust. She can rot in the deepest room in hell for all I care.

"Good, here". Richard leaned his arm clutching the amulet of death to me, not knowing that he could piss off the demon inside any minute unintentionally.

I got it from his hands and my heart started pounding at the looks of it. It wasn't any different from other fancy jewels. But it has that smooth shape that makes you wonder how suchlike artifact was created in the first place.

The moment it circled my neck. I expected to fall dead. Death could claim my soul any second. It is just a matter of time. My trembling arms hugged the amulet. I really was shitlessly scared and this close to give a mental breakdown any foregoing moment.

"Wanda, you are going to be alright. He won't hurt you. You are his chosen. Now calm down and-"

"RICHAAARD!". A dire shout reached us.

"Isn't that your brother's voice?". Walice said

Richard shook his head while holding the bridge of his nose. "Dammit, bro. What did you get yourself into now?!"

"Want me to come with you?". William stepped forward. "You know, just in case things punched up"

"Ok". His gaze turned to the other man. "Walice"

"Never let my eyes off her, you got it". He said as he nodded. It was a bit comforting that I wouldn't be left alone with that amulet.

But. As the two men put their first legs on the staircase.

I spotted Alfred running towards us from above. And just before I ask. His leg misplaced its footing. And his muscular figure of a man fell tragically on the stairs. While his body retracted multiple times off the stone edges