The Maksymillians

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I smiled, the lovely Katerina had managed to secretly un-dagger me during Marcel's scuffle. My father showed no fear, but I could sense it. Even the maddest of men knew I was no simple task. A wicked grin grew upon my face, I bowed slightly, hand outstretched, inviting him to the dance, "Let's end this shall we?" I growled sarcastically. He blurred forwards, however I side stepped. He spun and threw a punch, I ducked under, and reached for his collar. He instinctively blocked and reach for mine, blurring me back first into the dirt. The pain rippled up my spine, but I ignored it. With a free hand I grabbed my father's broken arm, and with a swift pull, tore it from its socket. He stumbled off me and roared in agony. I watched as his left arm pushed his right back into place, the broken bone healing now almost instant. I cocked my head to the side, a sly grin across my lips, noticing the error. "Well, well," I taunted, "That is...unusual. Maybe you should yield now, before I tear your head from your body, and it does not grow, back."

He smiled and bluntly responded, "Oh don't worry Child. It's just not used to the healing process, after all, I've been daggered for over 5000 years haven't I?"

"Don't worry," I growled, "This time. It'll be more". I blurred forwards as we tackled to the ground. I plunged my hand into his heart, ensuring my nails dug deeply in as his face and eyes turned to utter agony. "Enough!" Roared a voice, I turned sharply to see Tomaz holding his dagger placed against Katerina's neck. Marcel had not recovered fully, and lay upon the ground. Incapacitated. I glared at him, "Why did you do this brother?" I sneered, "Out of all whom I trust, there was none I treated like you. There was none I thought more of then you. And here you stand, ready to kill anyone in your way."

He smiled, "This is my time Klaus," he boasted, "I'm sick of being in your shadowed, in your presence. This is my time. This is my city, and no one-"

I watched as my father blurred from beneath me to ramming the dagger Tomaz held into his neck. "No!" I roared. In a blur I rammed my hand though my father's heart. With my free hand I tore the blade my Tom's neck and drove it into the heart that I held in my palm. Then I placed the heart back into my father's body. With a blur, his neck snapped and I let it drop lifelessly to the ground. The blood spattering over me, Katerina and Tom. Tom had fallen back, his hands applying pressure to his throat. Marcelian's blur picked up Katerina and they fled. My eyes focused upon Tomaz's doomed face. His eyes in the one emotion I had never experienced. Begging for mercy and fear. His kind blue eyes looked upon, "A...a..are you going to kill me?" he trembled.

I shook my head. "No," I replied softly, "Do you really think that lowly of me?" I outstretched my hand and helped him to his feet. My grip remained as he starred into my eyes. A moment's silence, listening to our heartbeats. Then I bought him close, a brotherly hug. "I am so sorry," he whispered into my ear, "So, so sorry. It wasn't meant to be like this. I just wanted the city. I wanted to stop all this fighting between you and Marcel. I..." he trailed off, "I just wanted to rule this city, and have my family stand beside me. The best of both worlds". I hugged him even tighter. Releasing him, I brought my index finger upwards as his eyes focused on it, "Tom," I stated softly, moving my finger back and forth as I spoke, "Although you have betrayed our family. And brought our Father back to destroy us. You are free. Free of charge. Free of death. Free of persecution."

He looked at me, tears in his eyes, "Really?" he whispered.

I nodded, placing my hand with the index finger upon his shoulder.

"Just this once...yes".    

The evening sky shone about on our mansions home. Our backyard dinner shone with the lights of fireworks as they rode into the night sky. I sat upon my throne, head of the table, as my brothers and sister gathered around me. To my left sat, Marcelian, Tomaz and a revived Matthaeus. Marcelian in his formal suit, Tom his beloved casual, and Matthaeus returning to the suit he first wore in this house. A casual black t-shirt and jeans. A un-daggered Gabrielle and happy Katerina sat to my left, the homemade roast and salad stood before me. I smiled at Katerina, "That looks stunning love," I replied.

She smirked, "Shut it," she her tone joking, "Or I'll cook you next". We laughed. I stood, raising my wine glass, "To family," I began, my tone half sarcastic, all boastful, I looked to Matthaeus and Marcel, "To its wars," I looked to Tomaz, "To its betrayals and unification," I turned to the girls, "And to its silent freedom..." I paused as all raised their glasses in the air, "To borrow a trick, from an old friend..." I stated, "May the blood never cease, and the party...never end."

Our glasses chimed in unison as we cheered. I sat back into my seat, as the food began to pass around. Marcel spoke to Katerina as he placed some salad upon his plate, "So," he began, "This warlock you we're mentioning earlier."

This immediately caught my attention as Matt, Tom and Gabi spoke for other plans, "What warlock?" I questioned.

Marcel smiled at me, "Earlier," he replied, looking at me, "Katerina asked if you would fear anyone."

"And?"

"I said that I cannot speak on the matter. However, she mentioned an Ancient Warlock who her ancestors spoke of in high acclaim."

I turned to Katerina, "Well go on love," I encouraged, gesturing with my knife as Marcel passed me a piece of roast, I nodded in his direction, then turned my attention to her, "Go on."

She re-explained what she had told Marcel originally, my ears listening intently. I liked the sound of this Warlock. He was deemed as a worthy opponent. "Alright," I added at the end of her story, "Now. What was this Warlocks name?"

"Arkadios Saxon."

My ears picked up a crash as pale body flew towards us. We separated as the corpse of Mayor Elaine crashed into the table. I looked to a man who stood by two boys. They hovered above our Family home. One child was Vietnamese, dark hair and tanned skin, the other, Australian, he had fair skin, dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes. I immediately recognized these children as adopted. The man had short brown hair, and light blue eyes, almost as reflective as Tomaz. However, those same eyes seemed to conceal, more than show. "You dare attack me?" I questioned sneering, "You're asking for a quick end, mate."

"I go by many a name," the man began, as if replying to a question, "Some call me Rah, others, Enki...or even the most rare: the God Heka. But in all my years I have only had one true name...I am Arkadios Saxon." He outstretched his arms, "I have come to destroy you all."

I smiled, that wicked grin across my face. I turned to my family. The war, was far from over.