Rain of Sorrow

[Azrael Emony]

The rain fell hard against the stone of all the ruins, tapping in an erythematic beat. The falling water wasn’t a bother, but peaceful and soothing. The rain was nice and cool and the time of day was around midnight. A dark caped figure sat on a tall pillar resembling a lot like a gargoyle. It was looking at something in its hands.

Wet rain slid down over Azrael’s masked face as he looked at the old picture that had bin drawn so long ago. The picture was old and tattered; water droplets were here and there from the soft rain. On it was a colored woman with a beautiful white dress. The dress didn’t seem that expensive, just simple, comfortable. The Overlord looked at the picture of the woman with sorrowed eyes.

[glow=red,2,300]“Remo….”[/glow]

There was a sad story behind this small tattered picture. This woman was once his wife before she was murdered. Azrael wasn’t always known as a brutal overlord, long ago he was once a slave owned by a family with the name Slanders. Azrael was forced into slavery because of the color of his skin and he was a hard working laborer. Azrael didn’t always belong to the Slanders, for he grew up as a free man and had a beautiful wife with the name Remo. They loved one another dearly and owned a small log cabin, it wasn’t much, but it was their home. He drew this picture of her the night that men in arms smashed into their home taking both of them captive. The man was forced to watch his wife rapped and killed. The image still scars him today of the frightful night. He remembered how he hung his head in sorrow as they shipped him off to be sold for slavery, which is how he came to these lands. Azrael was purchased by the Slander family and worked for them there. The story went on from there…

Azrael’s eyes didn’t leave the picture as he gently charessed it with his thumb. The rain continued to fall down on him, but he didn’t care. There was no need for shelter, he was fine just where he was, on top of this large pillar where he could look over most of the land. [/color]
(the image of his wife)[/b]

[Kellan]

Midnight. "Midnight." Kellan whispered to herself, repeating her own thoughts. She was walking in the rain, a green cloak about her form, hood pulled up over her head to shield her from the rain, or perhaps to hide her face from onlookers. Not that anyone was out this late. Or were they? The stones under Kellan's feet crunched as she moved along the dirt road. She wasn't sure where she was headed yet. She just felt she had to move.

Kellan looked up as she neared the ruins where she had absorbed the rest of her power. Her fingers tingled at the mere thought of it. That young woman... she had looked so familiar. Kellan's cerulean eyes passed over the debris soaked with rain. Her eyes then landed upon a figure. She peered at him from a distance, then moved closer. As she caught scent of him she froze, her whole body becoming rigid and cold. Her eyes widened only to narrow a moment later. What was he doing here?! How did he get in?!

It couldn't be. Yet her senses never failed her. She crept closer silently. The grinding of stones under her feet stopping before she came within earshot. She cut off any unnecessary breaths she was taking before. Even the rustle of her cloak fell dead against everything around her. The closer she came the more obvious it was that this was him. The Dark Overlord who took everything from her. He slaughtered her clan and her friends. He slaughtered the man she loved in cold blood. Kellan could even remember him blinking an eye as he did it.

Kellan suddenly could wait no longer and pounced on him, dragging him to the ground with her. Mud was forming now in puddles and she rolled into them, through them as she fell away from him. She quickly got up though, despite the slick terrain, and drew a short blade. "How did you get in here?" She asked him in a hiss. She jabbed the short sword at him, not actually trying to stab him yet, but put him on his guard. "I suppose it doesn't really matter. You won't be staying long."

She moved forward, toward him. Her blue eyes slowly darkening to an emerald green that was close to black. Not that it could be seen beneath her hood. Her slender figure twisted and she moved around behind him with ease. "How dare you come here... You will not take this home from me too you pig." She had secretly slipped a dagger from her belt and now threw it at him with an inconspicuous flick of her wrist.

[Azrael Emony]

Azrael just thought off all the memories that him and Remo had. Why did this earth do this to him, why did it have to take her, the girl of his dreams? Why did she have to be murdered in the most awful way so that he would forever suffer in pain? That is why he brought the pain back, spitting it in their face. He destroyed everything, taking all the magic with it. There wasn’t a thing to live for but destroy everything else for what it had done to him. Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps, but didn’t move his head, just merely looked at it with his eyes. The figure looked to be a woman; you could tell just by the way it was walking. When it came closer, he slowly looked at it. Wait a second….

[glow=red,2,300]“Isn’t that….?”[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]“Uff!”[/glow]

Before Azrael had much time to think things over, he was tackled right off the pillar and fell hard splashing into the thick mud. His picture was swiped from his hand during the fall and floated off onto the stone floor. All he wanted was the picture back, but the girl would get off of him. Gripping her shoulders she eventually rolled off of him and he was free. By the time the Overlord was on his feet the girl was already standing ready.

The Overlords glowing green eyes narrowed at the girl and he opened his mouth to speak. [glow=red,2,300]“It is you..” [/glow]

"How did you get in here?" She hissed at him. Before Azrael even had time to answer, she sent a jab at him and he was forced to arch his back to dodge the attack from hitting him in the face. During this whole time, his feet had not moved from where it stood. She circled him and he just stood there. He looked over his shoulder as she asked "How dare you come here... You will not take this home from me too you pig."

When Kellan threw a dagger at him, he turned in what seemed like a flash and rattling chains shot up catching the dagger right in place. It was aimed for his heart, but his chains had once again saved him. The chain brought the dagger down to his side and the Overlord just shook his head, she just would not let him speak.

[glow=red,2,300]“Now that I have your attention.” [/glow]He said calmly in his deep evil tone, [glow=red,2,300]“You shouldn’t be so tense and jump to conclusions, love. For I yet have not committed one crime[/glow]

[Kellan]

No, Kellan didn't want him speaking. He caught her dagger and figured he had her attention. She gave it to him for a brief time. A very brief time. Then another dagger was out and another. She sent a handful flying before she could bat an eyelash.

"You might not have commited a crime yet, but you can't honestly think I would believe you if you said you weren't here to do so. The last place left with magic on Symare. The only place standing between you and world domination. You aren't here on vacation." Kellan growled and lunged at him, slashing with her short sword and bringing her fist in for a hit to his face.

"You took my first home, you won't have this one! You'll never have this one!" Kellan had given up crying long ago, but if she hadn't she would probably be tearing up right now. The rain picked up and the wind thrashed wildly for a moment, blowing her hood from her face to reveal that her chesnut hair had turned black and her lovely face was set with anger.

She would not give her home up to him again. She would fight. And even if she couldn't keep the home for herself she would give her life to protect it for others who lost their last homes. She would give her life to keep Dreygen safe and a refuge for all the magic left.

[Azrael Emony]

The overlord couldn’t keep himself from laughing; this all was a game to him, just something for entertainment. He truly didn’t care if Kellan did defeat him or kicked him from this land. He would find a way back, he always finds a way back. Out of nowhere five daggers went flying at him, each one aimed for a fatal spot.

Azrael quickly shifted around and his three free chains caught three of the daggers. There were two left. Quickly as he could, Azrael turned his body and one just nipped the side of his face, giving him a small scrape along the cheek. The other on the other hand slammed right into his shoulder and he jumped back with a hiss. Grasping the dagger he slowly pulled it out and gushing blood spat out and soaked in his suit. Kellan charged at him and punched him hard across the jaw, that was when he had enough of it. His eyes narrowed even deeper and his red cape snapped up from behind him, wrapping them over Kellan’s wrist so she couldn’t attack. Lifting her high into the air he spoke. [glow=red,2,300]“I continue to grow stronger my vampire friend and soon this world will be mine…”[/glow]

The daggers started to spin and the chains thingyed back like a scorpion’s tail before sending all the daggers right into Kellan’s body, which would hurt for sure and be very painful. [glow=red,2,300]“My powers grew since the last time you seen me..”[/glow] His cape, which was wrapped around her wrist, became very intense, so tight that it would draw blood from her. The cloth started to drain the life right out of her, sucking in her blood as she does to her pray. He was draining the energy and magic right out of her. He could feel the new magic flowing within his veins and it made him shudder and close his eyes. Opening them, he smiled under his mask.

With his good arm, that wasn’t wounded by a dagger, slowly unsheathed his claymore and slammed it right into the woman’s stomach. Holding it there for a few seconds, he examined her face; for sure it would bring him pressure. Pulling out all the daggers from her body he just held her up by the claymore before giving it a good swing. The momentum would push her from the blade and she would go crashing hard into a stone wall.

All the chains placed the bloody daggers in new spots for the keeping as he walked off into the night. The wind started to blow and his picture floated off and landed beside Kellan, gently scratching at her face. This was not the end, for this battle has just begun.

You could hear the echoing laughter of the evil overlord as his voice was fading away[/color][/b]

[Kellan]

Kellan watched as her daggers hit her mark, well one at least. She was not prepared for his cape though. It wrapped around her tightly and she couldn't break free. Her own daggers came soaring back at her, stabbing into her body. She would normally have just pushed them out and healed, but it seemed he wasn't done yet.

Why waste energy by healing multiple times when she could just wait until the end and heal at once? He spoke of having grown more powerful and his cape dug tighter into her skin, drawing blood and magic from her. He didn't get much and nothing important. She was stronger than to allow him that. He brought his claymore up against her and she cringed unnoticably.

When he threw her back she skidded to a stop before she hit the wall. The daggers were removed only to be replaced in new wounds. He walked off and she stood there, her body pushing the daggers out of it's own accord. Her wounds healed in a small flash of teal light. The man's laugh echoed in her ears and she glared into the night. "You're not the only one whose power has strengthened. You will fall by my hand."

Something floated bside her and she snatched it quickly without looking at it. When she finally glanced down she saw the picture. Her hand became alight with teal flames, but she didn't burn it. She dried it. Looking down she noticed it had to be the man's wife. How he could have ever been married... He killed her lover - anyone who knew love could never do that. She pocketed the picture and headed off herself, vowing revenge once again.

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