Blood in White Chapel

Chapter Nine point One

His wrist flicked, and the blade in his right hand pointed at her, an omnipresent orange illumination, followed by a radiance of purple behind him. The blade in his left hand rested the dull edge against his forearm with the blade pointing towards the air.

His eyes lost focus where the illusion of her presence shimmered before she emerged again, within his guard and inches from his face. Her dirty blonde curls bounced as she seemed to spring back into existence.

"There is only one way for this to end, Myron..."

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Myron had barely a moment to register the pain in his left shoulder, hecould feel the cool vital seep down his flesh. He had yanked theArtino in the direction of her outstretched arm. A loud growl echoedthe cathedral main hall as she ripped her elongated talons from themeat.

Herefused to give her a moment and lunged forward, Sorens taking thelead. Myron struck his swords out as if a cornered viper, trying tolay a bite into whatever it could sink it's fangs into. A laughechoed through the stone walls and it looked like she was floating.Her foot would barely touch the floor before she moved backwardsagain, light as a feather.

"Maywhatever god is out there and listening..."

Thebrunet muttered as he thrust towards her again, spinning on the ballof his foot in a sloppy pirouette both blades stretched out in herdirection. It almost sounded like metal on metal as his blessedblades connected with her talons. Her fingers almost intertwined withthe blades and prevented an almost fatal strike.

"DAMNYOU TO HELL, ROMILLY."

Thesound of vehement coated his every word as he wrenched the bladeback. She laughed again as she ducked backwards again, preforming agraceful back flip. The blonde found herself back at the altar, shetapped her talons against the marble.

"Oh,Myron..."

Shewhispered in a low, sultry voice. It almost mimicked a purr in herthroat.

"Thisis your last chance..."

Shecalled out to the brunet, her arm reaching towards him. Myron bitback a growl as he stared down those scarlet hues once more. He felthis feet moving beneath him, but he was not in conscious control oftheir destination. His fingers curled around the hilts of the Artinoand the Sorens one last time.

"Youcan began your forgiveness at the feet of Apollo..."

Thelight from the Artino grew brighter.

"andinto the bosom of Artemis..."

Purpleenchanted fiercely from the Sorens. That was when a glimmer caughtthe corner of Myron's sight. A smug grin fell across his lips.

"Beforeyou COWER IN FRONT OF HADES HIMSELF!"

Myronroared unexpected, startling the pureblooded vampire. A smile came toRomilly's lips and she lifted a hand to laugh again at the brunet'santics before she felt a sharp pain through the back of her skull.She gagged and choked as she tried to gather what had just befallenher. Scarlet eyes looked down, a long metal point protruded from hermouth. Those same eyes widened as she recognized the silvery glow.

Tearsbegan to well in her eyes, the crimson fluid painted her checksbefore she was able to register the pain through her heart.

Myrontook his moment and stuck. He had spied Einar in the balcony and whenthe Nord had launched the spear, he knew. At that moment, it wasover. Rushing Romilly, he clasped the two blades together. It was asif they were made for each other. Falling perfectly together in thegroove carved in the hilts.

Thebrunet drove the two swords into the creature of the night's chest asthe Getesia plummeted through flesh and bone.

Agargled scream echoed through the blood that rivered from her neckand heart. The blond stumbled backwards, falling over the stairs andher back slammed into the altar. Her limbs began to flail in aterrifying manor as her skin started blistering and charring at thepoints of contact.

Myronwatched with satisfied blue hues as she turned into smoldering ash.The brunet fell to his knees in relief as he heard foot stepsapproach from behind. A gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder, areassuring squeeze followed.

"Velldone, Brother."

Myronlaughed at the Nord's words, he laughed and laughed as tears dampenedhis face.

"It's..."

Hesighed as he gathered his breath, a few coughs caught his throat.

"Jobcomplete."

Myronmuttered mostly to himself.

"Mayyou now finally rest in peace, my sweet Millicent."