A Dance with Darkness and Light: Re-Origination

17: Redrum, Come And Get Some!

"How is that...where is he?" A young familiar voice asked which was then followed by an ominous chuckle.

"Who...who is there? SHOW YOURSELF!!" The young man hollered, but his voice already indicated that a tinge of fear rose in him.

"Three old men, the woman from the tavern and a prince. Haha, I wonder, where is my horse?" Surged a voice - clearly full of ridicule - seemingly enveloping them.

The pupils of the young man that spoke before contracted, "They wore black clothes and a mask. How could he know?" He thought to himself. After centering himself he took off the mask and threw it to the side.

"Well little brother, come on out, and face your dea..." The clanging sound of a sword that hit the ground could be heard, followed by the gurgling sound from one of the old men. The prince, Aurelius to be exact, looked toward his partner in crime in confusion. Only to see him fall to his knees a second later and then face first on the ground. From the silence, it was clear that he was already dead. Aurelius took a step back in shock.

A moment later the head of the other man came flying toward him, the female assassin from the tavern shrieked in shock. The reason wasn't that one of her elders fell within seconds. But because of the horror she felt when the sanguine fluid sprayed out the elder's neck, and showered her in his blood.

"Two dead men, a whore and an idiot prince." Bazuul once more said. The woman fell to her knees and begged for mercy at once. "Mercy? If things would have been different, would you have shown me mercy? What a pity, such a beauty, but your heart has long been rotten to the core." Bazuul mocked.

She realized that begging wouldn't save her and stood up to retaliate, but before she could fully stand she felt pain in her chest. She traced her chest with her hand but only found a hole where her heart once was. Just as her elder before, she fell to the ground, lying there lifeless. Bazuul subsequently came out of the shadows and showed himself, looking intensively at his elder brother. Aurelius almost let the water go between his legs, he never saw something like the resurgence his little brother just displayed. He came out of the shadows with his sword in hand, as if the darkness were flames that slowly diminished on the surface of his body.

The feeling his little brother gave off was unfathomable to him.

"My prince, I will take care of him. You should take some distance." The third man said.

At once he turned around to run, fear had overtaken his rational thinking. Because, as far as he knew, his cultivation was far higher than the one of his little brother.

Bazuul chuckled again and used [Flash Steps] to give chase. Meanwhile, Aurelius reached the end of the alley and turned around the corner, but he only found his little brother standing right in front of him, blocking his path. Bazuul looked at him with his head slightly tilted and a mocking expression of ridicule on his face. He threw something indiscernible in the night toward Aurelius, but as it landed at his feet, Aurelius realized it was the head of the third man.

"RUDIGER!!!" Aurelius exclaimed. Rudiger Kern, had not only been a confidant of his for years, but also a friend. Always present when needed and completely willing to get his hands dirty. Not only that, he was also Aurelius' money machine. Minister of Finance in the western-city, Minster Kern. Yes, in fact, and unbeknownst to him, Bazuul had just killed one of the conspirators that had poisoned him.

Bazuul put his sword back into its sheath and said with faked worry in his eyes.

"What is it brother, you look scared, is...is that...what is that between your legs brother? It looks wet and sticky!" He questioned whilst chuckling.