Inspiration: Re_birthday, TNT, Bullet with Butterfly Wings, and The Hunter.
“Before you can enter and meet my child, you must go through the trial of purity.” The man spoke, folding his arm behind his back as he guided Charlotte through the gates.
“Trial of Purity?” Charlotte tilted her head to the left.
“It will purge you of all negativity and allow you the freedom of happiness.” He spoke matter-of-fact.
“I see. When will it begin?” She stared up at the gargoyle that guarded the gates.
“Now.” With that, he disappeared.
She found herself surrounded by darkness, eyes unable to see anything or make out any shape. She felt chains fall upon her shoulders and arms and her ankles grow shackled.
“What is this?” She called out, to nothing in particular.
His voice called out in the distance, “You must release the chains that keep you here. Forgive your past and prepare for your future.”
Memories began echoing through her head, the murder of her fiance, the loss of her child, every mistake that lead to those points. She shook her head and let out an agonized cry.
“Focus. Do not let them haunt you.” The voice commanded.
“I- I can’t.. I’m a murderer. I will live with that for eternity.” She weeped.
The memory of having killed innocents in the name of the Twilight Cult. Running the blade through her lover’s heart when she could handle it no more. Her child ripped from her arms as repentance.
“You’re a good witch.” She heard Grant’s voice echo in her head.
“I’m not.” She shook her head, “I’m a terrible human being.”
“You’ve done good.” Vaul’s memory spoke.
The smiles and thoughts of those in her order trying to condol her but to little avail. She began feeling the weight of the chains crushing her soul as she fell to her knees.
“You can’t torture yourself forever, child.” The man’s voice rang out.
She grit her teeth, “No.. I can’t..” She remembered the orders Vaul gave her.
“Live to live, not to regret.” Her master had told her.
“F-Fine..” She took a breath, and soon the chains lifted but did not fade completely.
“I suppose that is better than most.” The man’s voice called out as the chains and darkness vanish.
Charlotte’s eyes had to squint against the light of the room, looking around at the canopy bed covered in white silk. She sat up and rubbed her head before she heard an infant’s cry in the corner of the room. Pushing back the curtains she saw the man and child standing there.
“Welcome home.” He spoke.
Back in present time…
“...And Charlotte isn’t only my family…” Aayan looked up at the ceiling barely holding onto his sword.
“She is no longer your family.” He shook his head, “I must deal with this new nuisance. My ghouls will handle you.”
He disappeared into shadows as more ghouls came out of the pool he left behind.
Aayan smiled. “Oh...please…” Aayan used his sword as a form of cane. “This isn’t my first rodeo.” Aayan began a whispered chant. He closed his eyes as time seemed to almost slow, but it was his imagination. “Kahriahgosa...Thoringdir...Two dragons that have been by my side for years...come forth...AND RETURN ME TO SOLACE!” Aayan began to glow with runes. Dozens of them were plastered around his body. “I have been storing magic in me for over Five years...and now I think I want to release it….” Aayan clutches his sword and swings it down towards the paralyzed ghouls, his sword’s red tint flinging off and making a form...a ghostly one but then physical! A stormdrake appears in front of Aayan and begins to unleash a terrible lighting breath upon the ghouls. The Blue Earring on his ear, shattered, and from a portal, a smaller drake, but a blue drake missing her rear leg appeared and fluttered shooting off a storm of crystalline ice. Aayan’s form began to flow mana, each rune acting like a vent of stored power. He looked to his runeblade, returned to its old form, that looked as if it leaked a cold sad energy from the blade. “Welcome back Solace...your enchantment….will be key here. Aayan turned around in the hallway and began to go after Charlotte’s last location, hand on the wall, leaving a streak of crimson blood.
Outside the fortress, the man appeared in a dramatic flurry of shadows and bats to peer at the human that was breaking his spell barrier. On the other side he saw a man in white gold robes, with a pointy hat on the top of his head that concealed his face. Two of the guards had their spears ready to attack the man when the barrier went down, however as this wait happened one of the guards shaked their head and seemed to lose their balance for a moment.
The other guard didn’t lose his attention due to this and stayed waiting, leaving him vulnerable as the first guard, his eyes now glowing a golden yellow charged forward and stabbed the man in the head with the spear, it seemed that his lost his minds for mere moments, and those moments were enough for him to execute his former comrade. As soon as he was controlled, it ended. The Light controlling him destroyed his body in an instant and caused the guard to turn to ash. The barrier lowered, leaving the man and the san’layn alone. “I expected more from your guards, and even more from your barrier.”
The San’layn watched his guards with pity before looking at the newcomer. “You must be one of that human order. What a shame, I expected a bit more courtesy.” He quipped before holding a blade towards Grant and sending out a beam of shadow and blood magic. His eyes widened at the result, the moment his magic connected to Grant he was able to sense what type of blood he had, golden, light infused blood that could easily burn unholy entities, entities like him.
His blade cracked and broke as light magic from his blood seemed to react violently towards the spell and repel back at the sword, the power of the repulse even managed to get to the San’layn’s hand, causing him to hiss out as the light cracked his skin for a few brief moments before the blade simply exploded from the amount of magic being shot back into it, causing metal to scatter all over the place and cut the vampire’s robes deeply. Grant on the other hand didn’t seem affected at all by the spell sent forward to him, merely amusing the San’layn by adjusting his pointy hat.
“I’m afraid I didn’t have my morning cup of tea.” Spoke out Grant, humming softly as he eyed the damage the counter-attack did, “Honestly, I expected a little bit more from someone as old as you. Hm, but I suppose my saying rings true. A hundred years, a thousand years, even ten thousand years. You darkcasters are always as stupid as you are arrogant. You may as well slit your own throat now with the broken sword and save me the effort.”
Regaining his composure, the man narrowed his eyes, “Perhaps I shall, though perhaps not the throat.” With that he cut his palm before dropping the broken blade and digging his nails into his blood, letting it pool on the ground before they hardened and shot out as spikes with necrotic tips before raising ghouls of the guards to leap at the strange Light Man.
Within a split moment the San’layn felt his eyes be blinded as a holy nova of light magic eradicated all the ghouls into ash within the contact of the magic. The San’layn eventually regained his sight, only to find the ashes of all the ghouls he summoned to be send straight to his eyes, causing him to grunt out in surprise before he was blinded by the ash. He then felt a punch enchanted by the light slam onto his face, his hissed once more as his flesh was burnt by the punch, the force of it knocking him straight onto the ground.
As he tried to get back up he felt the foot of the priest on his neck and pressing down on him. The priest was dangerously close to crushing his throat, but for some unknown reason the priest raised his foot and instead kicked the San’layn in the chest. “Get back up, you think yourself of great power, prove it. All you’ve done so far is prove to me how much a sniveling weak minded fool you are.”
He let out a cough, “The Hoard will get you for this.” He sunk into the ground, a puddle of glooping shadows before it opened a portal. Ravenous and frenzied San’layn came pouring out of the portal to attack the man as the main San’layn vanished.
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