The Cursed Guardian

Chapter 16

~ MEANWHILE ~

I can't wait for Lucas to be back. It's been days and I haven't gotten any news about the sword. The Shallows are still searching for it. And I'm still feeding my self souls. Only a highly spiritual priestess can hold the sword aside the Gryphon. An Oracle.

Why?

Because an oracle priestess gave the sword to him. To hid it's real power. That is why I've been feasting on the souls of priestesses.

Then I heard whispers in the dark. The wind blowing a creepy air in the atmosphere. The light of the candles trail off. Then I saw a refection in the mirror in front of me.

You need to find an Oracle. When you have the sword, we  will need the King's Dragon blood.

Then the reflection disappears in the dark and the wind becomes normal. It is the messenger of death.

The Golden Dragon. It is the Chancellor. At last! I can finally avenge my death. I waited for Two decades for this to happen. That day. They did not succeeded in killing me.

Yes, my mortal body was severed but my soul was saved. Saved by Death. I became the Mistress of Death. Once I'll have possession of the cursed sword, no one can kill me now. No one.

I walked out of the room and headed to my next target. The descendant of  Medusa. Before she was cursed, she's a powerful priestess. And guess what?

She is the one who gave the sword to the Gryphon. Two cursed creatures. Laughs. Both powerful in spirit.

I gather some Shallows with me. I send the others in the woods near the village for destruction. Before they will know about my real target, it will already be too late.

I entered their house and before anyone can scream, they lay on the floor lifeless. I entered the room where the strong aura is coming from. An old woman. She is spiritually powerful but not an Oracle.

I grab her by neck and hold her in the air.

"Where is the Oracle?"

She struggles for air. She tried to recite a prayer but it's useless. I already consumed enough energy to deflect their enchantment.

"Where. Is. The. Oracle?"
I asked again with every word my grip on her becomes harder.
Before I throw her on the wall. There is a hint of blood in her head when she limps down the floor.

The old woman will not last long.

"S-she is i-in a p-place," she coughs out blood and blood streaming off her eyes, "wh-where you cannot t-touch  he -her."

Huh! A place I cannot touch.

"Old hag," I grip her cheeks with knees touching the floor, "I know exactly the place you were talking. If I can't, then I have someone to get her."

Her eyes were filled with remorse and disgust as she eyed me straight to my eyes.

"Y-you!" She coughs out blood again. "An e-evil like you c-can never w-win-”

I am not totally evil like everyone sees me. The old hag had suffer too much and yet she is still breathing hard. Too pitiful. And before she ends her monologue, I sucked out her life and spiritual power.

I gave her an easy death.

Lucas, you are really becoming a handful to me, 'son'.

~ ACADEMY ~

"Did you find any clue that can lead us to the cursed sword?"

We have arrived after a week of searching in England. I returned the emblem to the Chancellor and we are here in the Council Room to discuss our mission. He said his office is out for serious matters.