The vampire servant: Defender Of The Eternal (Book Three)

Let the fight begin

Valinor continued to pace the church corridors. His expression was impossible to make out from where we were sitting. My eyes turned to look into Vladamire's. Who in response only put a single finger to his lips. I nodded. Causing the beam to groan from underneath my feet.  The older man stopped his pacing. My heart froze. Hoping, praying that he didn't hear me. His wrinkled eyes looked up towards a stray angel statue. 

"Garbriel, what have I done?" The man shouted taking brisk steps towards the un-moving statue. "I have committed the greatest sin. I have raised the very thing I was sent to destroy. How do I save this innocent child from the very darkness within his soul?" I felt my eyes narrow. The raven haired teen's eyes moved to watch my actions closely.  

The old priest put his hand on his mouth. As if to stop any horrible curses to escape his old shivering lips. "I raised him in your image. I made sure to stop him from even considering sinning. And yet, that demon found him.Now hes...a monster. The spitting image of Lucifer. Just like that stupid mutt and that...demon" He continued. This time with more pure hatred from his shaking voice.  

"I can't allow this to continue. If I rid the world of this cruel evil. God will forgive me. And I will have my honor restored." My hands began to form into fists.  "Then I can remove the curse that was placed on me those thousand years ago." Anger began to well up. I couldn't stand the idea of this man killing innocent, people for his own gain. Before I knew it the bored began to creek and shake. My eyes widened. Vladamire reached out, but he was a second too late. I watched in slow motion as the bored collapsed from under me. Sending my body flying at an impossible speed. The older vampire acted quickly. Once again his pure black wings spread allowing him to dive after me. His long hands wrapped around my waist. My heart began to race in my ears as the priest's eyes sent a heated glare in our direction.

"Marc, my son, you should know that listening on peoples conversations is a sin. I raised you better then that." I held my breath. My mouth opened to respond however, nothing came out. The old man sighed. "As quiet as always. I see your full powers have finally awakened." I nodded. 

"Yes." I replied rather bluntly. The hands surrounding me tightened their hold. I cleared my throat.  "Is it true?" I questioned. My voice shaking and a volume that I would not have preferred.   "Are you going to kill all those innocent people?" Valinor stood. His eyes widened by the tone I was using. 

"My son, they are not people. You have to understand that the form they chose. The one you chose was the path of sinning. Innocent people have been killed. Blood has been spilled." I shook my head. 

"That was needed in order to survive. What about you?" The old man flinched. Knowing that I had him there I removed the arms holding me protectively. With ease, I began to walk towards the cowering man.  "You've killed innocent lycans, vampires, and witches alike. There is blood spilled on your hands. Not just our own." Before I knew it. I was only inches away from the man. Father sighed putting his head into his hands. "So there's nothing I can do to change your mind my son?" I nodded. 

Suddenly the mans hands lunged towards me. My balance was thrown off by the sudden attack. Causing my body to fall onto the ground. I watched in horror as two wrinkly hands found their way around my throat. Before I knew it, all source of air was cut off. Vladamire moved quickly, he rushed to my aid. Only to be thrown to the side. My eyes widened as one of the twins removed themselves from the darkness.  His deadly brown eyes stared into mine. My hands continued to thrash and push at the man. However, his strength doubled by the second. His hands began to grew along with his face. My eyes widened in shock as the older man began to grow. His skin remained wrinkly and old however, his body began to form into a more muscular type. Soon his eyes were pure black. Almost matching his graying wings.  Red scars covered his face in almost every inch. 

I froze in terror. Everything seemed to slow down. Vladamire attempted to avoid the twin. But found no openings to come to my rescue. The world around started to turn fuzzy. The fallen angel in front of me was almost impossible to make out. Then, out of the blue a small light came between us. The creature howled in anger. With this opening I acted quickly. With ease, on of my arms reeld back forming a fist. And before I knew it, my fist connected with it's jaw. Sending the angel flying backwards and into a large stone pillar. 

I gasped for breath. "Libby, what are you doing!" I heard the twin shouted. My vision started to return. As it slowly made out the soft blue light I heard a small voice. 

"Your just like mother and I." I shook it off as the fallen in front of me began to stand once more. Valinor's eyes changed into a horrifying pure black. Followed by a deafening screech. 'It's now or never.' I thought. My hands formed into fists. 

"Acum!" I screeched from the top of my lungs. Causing the windows surround us to break sending glass everywhere.  Cloaked black figures appeared from the shadows. All ready to fight.  " Father Valinor" I shouted across the hall. Earning another deafening screech in return. With it's eyes glaring straight into mine. My arms spread out. Showing that I was prepared for anything. "Acesta's timp la sfârşitul acestui! Mă ucide dacă puteţi."

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Translations:

Acum- Now

Acesta's timp la sfârşitul acestui. Mă ucide dacă puteţi- It's time to end this. Kill me if you can.