Rebirth

17. Repercussions

Dear Journal,
With another night filled with murder, mischief and mayhem under my belt, I've realized that it had been a while since I had indulged in my true nature. I had almost forgotten how good it felt to be bad.

              - 𝓔. 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓮
                                                    (1605)

It was a little before daybreak when Elias and Syrus arrived at the edge of the castle's moat. With the sun threatening to awaken from its nightly slumber, the wind gracing the dawn was calm as the land traded off its euphonious nocturnal banter for the tranquil of the coming morning.

The two vampires bickered as they waited for Zelda to make an appearance with the item Elias had asked her for.

"No, I will not take your ring if she is late! How could you even ask that? I'd rather die before I let you suffer that fate" Syrus argued.

Elias did not need to tell Syrus the disadvantages he had discovered since becoming the undead. He had seen it all in the dream-like vision that had been ingrained in his memory since their sire bond had formed. He knew the sun could burn them both to a crisp without protection and Elias's silver ring was enchanted to prevent that from happening.

Elias had took note of Odelina's words on her last visit and fashioned another ring from Genevieve's old necklace in addition to Emmas'. He knew that he would have to create a myrmidon so he constructed it for the day it would be needed.

"Calm down, Syrus. Do not be so selfless" Elias tried to reason with him, his black trench coat blowing in early morning wind.

After ravaging the city of Garshank, they had taken quality garments from a talented seamstress in the area. Both vampires dressed like angels of death as Syrus now donned a black, golden buttoned, embroidered military jacket while Elias wore his signature black, embroidered jacquard trench coat and black linen shirt; the pair also sporting identical tight-fitted hose and black leather boots.

The drawbridge creaked as it began to lower, revealing a perturbed looking witch behind the teeth of the portcullis. Once the gate was lifted, Zelda hurried across the bridge towards the vampires while holding a small satchel in her hand.

"Is it true?" she asked as she shoved the green satchel into Elias's chest.

Handing the ring to Syrus, Elias frowned at the silver-haired woman.

"You murdered the clergy of Loremore Cathedral and killed over 100 people attending a mass meeting in the city of Garshank?" she pressed.

"About that, I have a few words for Koren" Elias said as he ignored her question.

"Do you have any idea the severity of what you have done? Have you no sense of decency?" Zelda questioned.

"It was actually 3 shy of 300" Syrus inputted.

"What?!" Zelda asked.

"Koren and Baltazaar have been keeping very important aspects of this war to themselves. Did you know that the church was planning to overthrow him? No wonder he wanted a supernatural army. He did not have the support to get otherwise. He was in the process of losing his position as King" Elias said heatedly.

Zelda silently fumed as she glared at vampire, unable to answer his question due to their obvious awareness.

"Your silence is telling. So you did know" Elias scowled.