Wanderess

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

THE FALL OF A KINGDOM

Theodore barely had enough time to grab his own sword and swing it up in an attempt to parry Malvat's blade. The Demon blade ended up slicing a deep gouge in Theodore's stomach, splitting his clothes and skin open. The Demon simply grinned a wicked smile and pushed his weight onto the blades, shoving Theodore away as he advanced on the Angel king. The king of Solas was forced back as he held a hand to his bleeding gut, trying to decide how fatal the blow was. They sparred back and forth in circles, the room being torn up in shreds and fragments of furniture flying in every direction. Blood followed in a trail as Theodore became progressively weaker as the battle raged on. Malvat shouldn't be able to defeat him, what was happening?

The possessed power thrumming in his veins, Malvat swung his sword in a low arc, Theodore attempting to ward off the attack, slipped and received another gushing cut- this time to his thigh. His legs gave out from under him and Malvat took the opportunity to kick the Angel blade from his hand and across the room. Using his raise foot, he pushed the Angel king further to the ground. Blood staining his clothing a dark red, pooling onto the floor under him.

"Any last words, oh Great King?" Malvat snarled, his lip curling back. He raised his own sword to Theodore's neck. The cold blade prickled his skin. Theodore could feel the icy breath of death at his doorstep as the blood drained from his body and he could feel himself slipping away.

Malvat raised his blade, preparing to deliver the final blow when Theodore spat at the Demon's feet.

"My daughter will avenge me; she will come for you. You better run, you son of a bitch."

The blade made its way down and a low thump was heard as the headless body of the King of Solas slumped against the ground, the bloody dark red and like a magnet for the Demon King. Malvat simply smiled.

"I'm counting on it."

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Fayre could hardly keep her eyes open, and by the looks of Adrian- he was much in the same boat. They were both on the brink of exhaustion, not quite recalling when the last time was that they slept. The Princess felt the deep waves of sleep beginning to crash over her head and pull her under when she felt the car given a sudden jerk. The action caused her eyes to snap open intently, as if under the pretence of alertness. She deducted that Adrian had begun to fall asleep at the wheel and the car had drifted from their side of the slim built road. She felt rather than saw the car pull over and come to a stand-still on the side of the black surface that was the road. Her eyes had begun to drift shut again when Adrian killed the engine.

"We need to stop and rest, otherwise were going to be no use to anyone and we'll more than likely get ourselves killed."

Fayre was almost certain that he said something else, but she was already drifting into the arms of sleep as it beckoned her closer with a warm and inviting atmosphere. She heard the driver's door open and- wondering where Adrian could be going, she reached out a hand in that direction. Silently begging him not to leave her alone.

Despite the fact she hadn't forgiven him.

She felt him take her hand in his large, warm one and place it gently on her lap, mumbling about relieving himself a distance away from the car.

Fayre felt a tug in her stomach, she needed a bathroom- but it was too late for those thoughts now as her minds eye shut off entirely and she fell into the abyss of her mind.

Fayre smelt the smoke first, then when she opened her eyes all she could see was black.

Soot covered every surface as far as the eye could see, the ground covered in the ashes. The sky cried in the form of a dark ash, a doomed snowfall. Her legs wouldn't move at first, but after a harsh beating of each appendage, her feet slowly moved her forward.