Legends: The Knight of Helm (#1)

Chapter 32

Volohs smiled at the woman, trying to keep his cool. If what he read from the book was right, he needed to kill a god, and there was only one he knew, Claydrin would condone killing Oxroses. This Azera the Witch was the only woman who could actually enter the realm of Hell. Volohs made a pouty face, again thinking of his options. He had required adequate strength to take on a legion of men. And with every soul he killed, he became stronger, as if he was the abyss of human life. He turned his head and then looked back at the woman, as she feasted.

"So, sweat Azera, you tell me what you need is in Dechoneus?" Volohs finally spoke up, taking a bite out of a piece of fruit.

"Indeed my lord, I cannot open the gate way any other way. I need my book from Dechoneus and a proper gate way. I only know of one gate way with a lock I can break, that is the fire burning in Dechoneus Castle, the dessert flame." Azera replied.

"Hm, very well, I suppose I must enter into the field of battle, to show these dessert men my true power." Volohs said, with pride.

"Yea, my lord, and only then will they know of your strength." Azera replied.

It had been two weeks sense her arrival, and sense that time, Volohs had twisted her mind. She believed him the friend. Her mind was not completely built upon lies, for Volohs gave her respect those in Dechoneus had not, fearing her great magical ability with portals, she was nearly a cast away. Dechoneus was known for magic, but she practiced the dark arts, the heart of magical energy, this made her an outcast, a witch. They nearly stoned her; she was both feared and respected, but despised and infamous across her own land. This much was true; this was her reason for siding with a man who ordered her parents' death.

Volohs walked towards the lass, smiling in his noble garments. This was the sacred palace of Helm. He had secured it; even the people had given in, and acknowledged his rule. He brushed his hand against the Helmish chair and then to her shoulder. Azera's small hand reached up, meeting Volohs's hand.

"Ah my lady, will you join me in battle? Your spells and my power will make swift work of the enemy, will they not?" Volohs preached.

"Perhaps, but war is no place for a woman." She replied.

Volohs smiled, "Let's get you some fitted armor."

Lennix was angered as he starred at the tear filled woman. This was the queen of Helm? Nerus walked forward, scars across his face, with a split lip, and dirt covered skin. He hadn't had the time to clean up from war. Lennix wasn't amused.

"My lady, this is Lennix, of the Ommart. He is their commander and chief." Nerus said blatantly.

"Hello, Queen of Helm, or should I just call you a lost cause, for Volohs has taken the crown. It is surprising why you men don't give in, throw in the fight, most would have accepted their fate by now, a pity." Lennix said.

The queen knelt down on one knee looking into the ommart's creepy eyes. Placing her hand under his chin, feeling the hair from his growing facial hair, she could sense his uneasiness.

"My lady, I advise you stay a good distance from the restless spirit." Nerus spoke up.

The woman glanced at Nerus, then back at Lennix, "Oh, child of torment, will you not turn back to the light? Why do you try and kill us with your miss guided loyalties."

Lennix closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of a woman. She had long brown hair, and her eyes were a cold grey color, she was quite fair, even for her middle ages. He opened once more his mouth cracking for reply.