Mercy Street | Ghorror [C]

Chapter 15 | Piercing

The king pulled his sword from what was just his cane. Clever. I guess I inherited something from him. If only he could realize he is the one in a trap. I know that might seem a little ridiculous, considering he's the one about to cut my head off, but I promise I know what I'm doing.

As he raised the blade with might painting his face, I looked past him. Over his large throne he'd built a giant stain glass window bearing his image. The shadow of an angel raised across the panes. These mindless guards were foolish enough to not see it. I turned my head to the side to avoid getting glass in my face as the window was shattered. Through the broken window, Ashley swooped in. She grabbed the king and threw him across the room.

With the guards distracted, I took this opportunity to break myself free. I ripped my arm away from one, decking the other. Then I darted across the room to retrieve my Hellfire blade, of which I had dropped before. The second is was back in my hand, they feared me again. Funny how fast the mighty will fall. I didn't waste time in slicing open their throats. Then I slipped the blade back into it's sheath along my thigh.

"You foolish girl!" He shouted as he struggled to get up, "I'll have your head for this!"

"Oh, what? Are you going to go get another wife and raise another child? You're too old to do it again." I scoffed, walking around him, "How many times now have you done this? When one child turns out rotten, you execute them and start over? How many half siblings do we have, exactly?"

"My job is to protect this kingdom. I will continue to raise heirs until I have one worth taking over the throne. Ashley, I truly thought you might be different. But this man has tainted your mind! It's not too late to right your wrongs." He offered his hand up to her, silently pleading for his help.

Ashley picked up his sword from the ground. The king looked hopeful, as if she was going to help him. Instead he was met with disappointment and sheer anger when she handed the finely crafted blade over to me. What a fool. After the years of him locking her up, he seriously thought she would help him? He always was that arrogant. He saw the burdens he placed upon people as aids.

"I should clarify, I am not selfish enough to do this for my own revenge. I'm doing this for the people of the kingdom. They do deserve a good ruler and it's not you." I stated.

This blade has seen more history then it even realizes and it's about to mark the most important moment these lands have ever seen. Unfortunately, they say hindsight is 20/20. I was a fool to not secure these grounds. Taking steps closer to the man who has haunted me all these years, I was prepared to end this. Someone else was a few steps ahead of me.

A sharpness pierced through my chest. It knocked out any breath I had. Looking down, I had come to realize there was an arrow through my chest. An archer was perched on the window that was just broken open. He was the last thing I saw before falling to my knees. I gasped for air as I crashed on the ground. The blood was staining my chest, running out onto the carpet.

"You bastard!" Ashley screamed at him.

Some guards caught up to the situation. They finally rushed in, grabbing her by her arms. With burns on my back and an arrow now through my heart, I had no fight left in my physically. Trust me, mentally I wanted to kick his fucking ass. My energy was spent. I was started to black out. I fought to stay awake thought.

The king found the will to stand back up. He ignited his powers. Fire engulfed him from his torso upwards. "I should have done this a long time ago." He snarled as he stood over me.

Then I heard Ryan scoff, "I don't think so, asshole."

A bolt of energy struck the king. He stumbled backwards, looking back at the warlock with rage. Ryan mentioned to me once that any true warlock would never like the demon king for all he has done. This fucker has never experienced a warlock with actual power. Yet he was too cocky to back down. He thought he could take anyone.

Chris rushed over to me, kneeling beside me. "Sorry we're late. We had to get a little help." He said. I didn't have the energy to respond. He must've noticed because he waved someone over. Angelo hovered over me, glowing like an angel. Chris told him, "Get him out of here. He's losing too much blood."

Angelo nodded, taking a glance around. I could hear the commotion but couldn't see much of it. Obviously the army was moving in to protect the king. He must've been trying to find a way out of here. Finally he settled on requesting a portal out of here from Ryan. Angelo picked me up gently, hushing me to rest. I was afraid to let myself fall asleep because I didn't know if I'd wake up.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Ryan. Why did you have to put the portal through to here? I was home. For the first time, I didn't want to be. Devin doesn't need to see me like this. He's got enough on his plate. Luckily we were at least beneath the house in the cave. Emerald will tell Devin though. Sure enough, by the time Angelo was laying me down at the base of the tree, my angel was rushing through the entrance.

He gasped as he saw me. I could only imagine how fucked up I must look. Angelo has yet to be here so he had no real idea of where we were. He was in utter awe of Emerald's massive size. Devin rushed to my side with tears in his eyes.

"What happened?" He barked at Ange.

"They ambushed the king. Ricky was about to kill him when an archer snuck in and shot him. Chris told me to get him out of there and Ryan opened us a portal to here. Where exactly his... Here?" He asked.

"His home." Devin responded as he ran his hand over my forehead. "I'm his wife. And who exactly are you?"

"A friend." I muttered to reassure him.

He looked between the two of us once or twice. Devin sighed, just accepting that that was the best I could give him right now. "Don't speak. You're too weak." He whispered to me. Then he looked to Angelo, "You're the one Chris talked about, aren't you?"

"How'd you know?" He questioned.

"I know these things." Devin replied. He took my hand in his, speaking to Emerald, "C'mon, Baby, I need you to help Ricky. Please." His free had gently ran along her roots. She sang to him, making him briefly smile. "Thank you... We have to get this arrow out of your chest."

"I know." I murmured, "Let Ange..."

It wasn't an insult to my little woodland princess at all. I trust him with my life, obviously. The reason I said it was because Angelo was half angel. He had the ability to make a clean break in the arrow. That way they could break it in half and pull the two sides out without having to put any barbs through me. Devin, thankfully, didn't argue. He rushed back up to the house to get some medical supplies.

Moments later, he returned. Angelo wasted no time. He grabbed ahold of the arrow emerging from my chest. The break was clean, as I said, but it still hurt like a fucking bitch. I tried my best efforts to lean over so they could pull it out of my back. Devin helped me to turn over. He held onto my hand as Angelo began to pull the arrow from my back. I screamed out in pain but it thankfully didn't make him hesitate. That would've just made this worse.

Devin rushed to bandage up the wounds. They were pouring out blood. I started to feel liquid in my lungs and throat. Fucking great. I began to choke and cough. Devin pulled me to sit up as blood spilled out of my mouth.

"Shh." He soothed me, "She's going to heal you. Shhh."

He softly traced his fingertips down the side of my face. Amongst all the chaos, it helped to calm me down. I rested myself back on the roots of the giant tree. She began to sing and her crystals glowed healing colors. I could feel myself starting to gain a little more self control. Devin stood up and went off to the other side of the tree for a moment. When he returned, he offered me a crystal glass filled with the nectar of the tree. It's very healing.

I drank slowly. Mostly because every drink I take I want to choke on. As it managed to travel down my throat, I could feel the magic work. Devin rested my head down in his lap. This experience may have been traumatic but fuck was I glad to be back in his arms. I just hope the others are managing the fight by themselves.