Ianite, Goddess of Vengeance

Part 4

The last member of the crew.
The follower of Dianite.

Jordan slowly walked toward the mountainside home, the words of his conversation with Ianite ringing in his mind.

"I expected nothing less from my champion," she had said. And as her champion, it was his duty to carry out her will. To act as an extension of her soul.

Within mere minutes, Jordan stood before the double doors of Tom's home. Not bothering to knock, Jordan kicked in the doors, causing a startled Tom to come rushing to his entrance.

"The hell man! I just fixed those!" Tom exclaimed.

Jordan's face betrayed no emotion as he spoke, "You have acted against my goddess. Your filth must be purged from this world."

Tom gaped, "Hold on, you're going to kill me? After all I've done for you, this is how you repay me?" he demanded, fury beginning to seep into his voice.

He scoffed. "All you have given me is pain and inconvenience. Endless pranks. Thievery. Disrespect of my goddess. You hold no place in my heart. Now draw your weapon for one last honorable duel."

Soundlessly, Tom drew out his diamond broadsword, it's edge gleaming with runes. "Please Jordan, don't fight me," he pleaded.

"It's far too late to forgive," he said, his eyes narrowing before springing forward, rapier leveled before him.

The two warriors met in a clash of blades, sparks flying across the room as their blades crossed time and time again. But Jordan had a very obvious advantage in skill as well as weapon. Staying on the offense, he pushed Tom back until he slammed into a wall, before disarming him with a flick of the wrist.

"Listen Jordan, please just hear me out," Tom said against the blade at his neck, "I only did those things to get your attention! To make you notice me because..."

"Because?" Jordan prompted, curious as to what his last words would be.

"Because I love you." He whispered.

"A pity I don't return the feeling," He said calmly, "My heart belongs to one being only, and unfortunately for you, it's not someone named Tom."

With a quick slice, Jordan slit Tom's throat, watching him fall to the ground as he drowned in his own blood.

"Let that be in remembrance of the unnecessary bloodshed you caused. Consider it payback," Jordan called back over his shoulder, where the quickly cooling body of the Dianitee lay. 

"You've done well my champion. I see that you are the one capable of being the extension of my soul" Ianite said from her spot on the couch beside Jordan. The two had agreed to meet inside Casa De Sparklez in order to discuss their next moves.

"I simply followed your orders, My Lady," he said, almost sadly.

Ianite smiled, "Please, no more of the 'my lady' stuff. You know to call me Ianite."

"My apologies Ianite, it's just a habit. Anyway, what is your next mission for me?" He asked.

"A great hero must be rewarded. And I believe I know what you want. Come to this location in my realm, and I believe I can grant you your wish," she said, handing him a note.

-112, 34, 115

Your gift awaits.
XOXO
Ianite

A quick kiss was planted on Jordan's cheek before she vanished into purple smoke, but not before giving a quick wink at the blushing champion.

Jordan sighed dreamily, before picking up a map, a compass, as well as traveling essentials, before heading toward the end portal for one last adventure.

(A/N: So that's the actual last part. For those of you that are curious, those coordinates lead to Ianite's bedroom. I'll leave it to you as to what happens there.