Chapter 13: War of Thorns Part 11
Having angered the Count, Lance felt his wrath upon his body, as bone after bone broke from the initial attack. It forced an unspeakable fear even in the undying werewolf, as he struggled to escape his grasp.
“Have you learned your lesson?” The Count asked as he released Lance from his hold.
For a brief second, the fear that was ingrained into his mind, forced the demon to lose control of his body. Sensing the change, the Count decided to take advantage of this chance to finish off inquisitor Ball.
“If you don’t want to be hurt anymore, then stand there and watch as I kill that insolent fool.” The Count stated as he passed Lance.
“Francesca move your ass now! Save me!” The inquisitor seemed visibly shaken by the current situation, and could only ask the demon to help him.
“Urgh.... Graaaaaaaaa!” Lance became once more under the demons control, as it forced his body to lunge at the Count.
Even though it was a surprise attack, the Count moved effortlessly out of the way, as if expecting this outcome, and managed to grab Lance’s arm and broke it as he slammed him to the ground once again.
“I see! You need to be punished properly!” The Count said we a devilish smile on his face, but with eyes befitting those of an angered god of war.
“!” As he noticed the Count’s face, Lance froze in place, unable to do anything.
The Counts grey mantle turned into a darkish red appearance, and hundreds of eyes and mouths began rolling on the mantle as if it were a river.
It wasn’t only a visual change, but sounds of screaming, cussing and unintelligible words, also began making their presence felt.
Even inquisitor Ball, a man who knew the Count, was left speechless by this image that could only be called an abomination.
The Count grabbed this mantle without any hesitation and threw it over Lance. As it landed softly on top of his body, the Count began heading towards inquisitor Ball.
While the Count inched closer to the inquisitor, inside the mantle, Lance was confronting something worse than hell. All of the victims of the Counts touch of death were gathered in this mantle.
Each one of them harboring hatred, sorrow, fear, resentment, emotions which Lance felt as they passed through him, and drove him crazy, memories that he should not have had, started to flood his mind.
And then thousands of voices started to usher the same word, wishing for death, just as Lances mind could not take anymore, everything turned to a calming darkness, and Lance fainted.
“Hah! Do you think that is going to stop my servant!?” The inquisitor said, while almost biting his tongue.
“What do you think that mantle is?” The Count asked.
“Just a simple illusion meant to satisfy your need to feed off of the fear of others.” The inquisitor said, while doubting every word he ushered.
“Well you are going to find out soon enough, how wrong you are, as you will be joining it soon enough.” The Count said with utter delight in his voice.
“Francesca come out! You stupid bitch, listen to my orders!” The inquisitor panicked like never before as he saw Lance’s body vanish beneath the mantle.
“That won’t work. No one can escape that mantle without my permission.” The Count said, as he grabbed inquisitor Ball and forced him to the ground revealing his neck.
“Waaaahhh, what are you going to do with me?” The inquisitor had lost all strength in his body as he felt a fear unlike any he had felt before.
“What every honest vampire does.” Inquisitor Ball began to scream, as the Count started biting his neck.
In mere moments, the fat plump body of the inquisitor dried up and turned black, as if reflecting the dark soul it was harboring until then.
“For one as wicked as you, a place in my mantle is befitting! The memories of all the bloodshed you have caused shall forever haunt you inside my domain, forever chained to my soul. This is the punishment those who have died by your hand have given you now.”
“Guriaghh.” A small dark mist began leaking from the body as it released a ghastly sound.
As the mantle absorbed the dark mist, the Counts body started reverting back to its original form.
“Hoh! I turned back to normal? A pity, that angel essence was good.”
After his meal, the Count saw that the mantle had already returned to normal, and that by now Lance was back to his normal self as well. Not waiting for him to wake up, the Count took him on his back and went after the Leader of the Sect.
But when he reached the place where he could find the Leader of the Sect, hundreds of people were already sacrificed and displayed in a macabre way on the floor, and only the leader stood in front of the Count, bathed in the blood of innocent.
“You bastard, do you understand what you just did!?” The Count yelled, visibly shaken by the strange way the bodies were positioned.
“Uhihighihihahaha! Long Live the OLD AGE!” Without even acknowledging the Count’s presence, the leader of the sect had stabbed himself.
“This…is not good!”
What was the Count seeing, besides the innocent slaughter of hundreds. Await the next chapter to find out.
