The Descendants; The Return of the Unnamed

Mevolant's daughter

Valkyrie and Skulduggery hurried past the polite greetings, fully aware that their friends could be dying as they spoke through casual pleasantries. Everything was a rushed blur to Valkyrie as her thoughts could only focus on her friends. Her sister saddling up on a hellhound. Tanith and Ellion off to find Arthur Dagan and face him for the Accelerator gun. Ghastly and Vivi off to recruit possessed dolls. Saracen, Aria, Sapphire, Ophelia, and Dexter forming a dragon offense to blast people from the skies. Dexter. The thought of him made her chest ache. She forced herself to push him from her mind. She would not cave in to her cravings. His touch. The feeling of his warm lips on hers. Soft. Then rough. No. She couldn't think like this. They were in a war. Focus. She forced herself to bring her attention away from the man she had hopelessly fallen for and to the images being imprinted onto the fog around her.

The vision enlarged itself like a magnifying glass on Ellion with the god-killer dagger dancing across the throats of Faceless Ones before they could move. They'd always been slow. Valkyrie noted that it had changed from a sword in his hand to the dagger he'd been given at the meeting earlier. Ellion's singing dagger became trapped halfway through the hood of an abandoned car and a Faceless One gestured to him. Azealia appeared and was screaming his name at the moment his heart was ripped through his chest and her screams of panic became shrieks of pain and sadness. Valkyrie tried to block the wave of emotion that came with seeing her sister and the boy she'd grown fond of like this. It was still preventable. Vivi grabbed Azealia's hand and pulled her back, running away from the scene. Tanith was coming to find her nephew when she saw his body and stopped in her tracks, a Faceless One taking advantage of her immobilized state, scraping its elongated nails across her stomach and throwing her body aside, assuming she was dead.

But Tanith was still alive, although barely, and crawled away rapidly when the Faceless Ones became preoccupied ripping apart the new influx of Roarhaven mages. This image dispersed in the steam and a new one was brought forward in its position. Ghastly Bespoke came running through the fog, the Roarhaven road cracked and icy beneath his feet with the world moving around him. The scene wasn't a stranger to Valkyrie, she knew it well. Vision-Ghastly came to a stop at a lamp post and she realized she had seen something like this before, just in a different environment. Instead of ice and fog, it was crackled, dry, and flame infested. "Now don't I feel stupid." Tanith Low grimaced as she leaned with her back against the street light. Ghastly glanced down at her ruined midsection that was a mess of flesh and blood and torn fabric. Valkyrie understood how this was possible, now that Ghastly was back.

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"You can't go out there and just face him! You'll be killed!" Azealia gasped, gripping Eclipse Dawn's arm. The clatter of metal and stench of blood and magic was in the air around them, screams occasionally filling their ears. They were just behind the gate, about to be let out into the frenzy and Eclipse planned on facing Mevolant head-on. Azealia tightened her hold on Accalia's reigns as she felt the power of the beast beneath her.

"Mevolant won't hurt me. I'm his only weakness and our only chance of killing him." She admitted, anger growing across her features.

"How can you be Mevolant's weakness? I thought you were only an Elemental?" Azealia frowned in confusion.

Eclipse gritted her teeth, the answer rolling around her mouth with distaste. She hated this fact about her identity and kept it to herself at all times. "I'm Mevolant's daughter. I'm the only one he won't kill and the only one who can get close enough to do it. I'm the one who did it the first time, I can do it again." She reluctantly admitted, hatred seeping through her words.

"Then I wish you luck." Azealia let go of the woman's arm. She nodded to the guard and the gates were opened as they charged out. Azealia brought her magic into her core and felt it as it echoed into a stronger force and she gathered it as they charged further into the masses and released it outwards in a silent explosion that caused all the molecules of the Faceless Ones' physical forms around her scattering to the wind. She prepared her magic for more blasts as Accalia's strong jaws locked onto the heads of the host bodies and tore them away from the torsos. Her teeth ripped the possessed shells to bloody shreds and Azealia grinned at the feeling of the strong muscles rippling beneath the warm fur of her pet. This was exhilarating.