| | Of Seraphs and Apparitions Chapter 19-For Whom the Crow Caws Death followed in the wind, and Carmen was the first to break the eerie silence that had befallen the three of them. Even Zane had not cawed since Amon had come back, his body trembling with a rage that wasn't satiated. "Amon...what's...what's wrong?" She asked, her concern was evident. Amon kept walking however, and felt the deathly touch in the air. "Nothing." He replied darkly, and kept his pace, and even increased it. Carmen winced, and inside, a part of her heart broke off as if a warhammer had struck her skull. She looked away for a moment, and held back the tears. Amon...had been nice, had comforted her, and now? Now he was different. Now he was colder, less inviting, and perhaps she'd even go as far to say that he was less caring. So she followed, and kept on her guard. Granted, Amon could obviously take care of himself, however even with his ability to not feel pain, and heal, it was still easy to kick the ever living life out of him. So, she kept ready, just in case. Amon moved silently, his eyes staying focused as they shimmered that obsidian color. He was focused on Farouse. He was focused on the man that had caught him upside the head, and caused him to stagger...the man who killed his little sister and brother. He would make him pay. He took the only thing he treasured in life. He didn't care about what was once his life...he cared about the lives taken from his family. His body began to tremble with rage as he walked, and he knew he was getting close. Only another fifteen miles. Only fifteen miles stood in his way. Then, when he reached Farouse, he'd tear the bastard's stomach open, and spill his intestines upon the ground...and then he'd hang him by his large intestine. XXX Farouse stood about in the temple of the dead. His minions walked in a coma like state, mindless, completely obediant as they should be. Farouse had short, dark blue hair, and green eyes. He was wearing a bone lace tunic, and bone lace boots and gloves. In his hand was a staff with an angel's skull on it. His minions were decaying, and moaned as if in agony. They were dead after all, and he had become the most powerful necromancer known to the underworld. That was thanks to Master Lucifer of course. He looked about, and noticed a shadow move along the wall. His heart nearly stopped. His breathing became shallow gasps. He stiffened, and stopped in place as the shadow laughed darkly. "My dear Farouse, have I startled you? My sincerest appologies." The shadowed figure chuckled, and that chuckle sent chills through Farouse. He was sick and depraved, but the figure...he'd seen worse. "Farouse, he comes for us...and our Lord will not have failure on your part. We killed him. He came back to life...and in order to save ourself, we had to make a deal in order to survive his wrath, and now we have the power. You and I are the last of our group. Do not fail me Farouse. If you fail, before your soul returns to the underworld for judgement, I'll do far worse than the last level of Hell can do. You can count on it." The shadow disappeared, and Farouse was left stunned. He couldn't believe it. He was the last before his leader...he wouldn't allow that. So, he went back to work, and summoned more corpses, this time, he summoned his blood golems, and his bone fiends, made entirely of bone, and little flesh. He concentrated, summong flesh golems as well, the brutes the size of two grown men in height, and weighing as much as a ton of rocks. The creatures moved out, lurking in the shadows, their presence disguised by the deathly chill in the air, and the deathly wind. XXX Raziel looked at Yuri, having talked to her through the night. "I will not abandon my position as the leader of the Death Choir. Why? So some bag of bones can take my place?" He scoffed at the thought. Yuri shook her head. "And what happens when you go back down there, not having killed them Choir Boy? Damos will either make a fool of you, or he and the other Leaders of nthe Nine Circles will tear your soul apart." She stated. She honestly didn't want that happening. "And if I don't, I look like a coward like Ttej! I will not be made a fool of!" He shouted. "Choir Boy....you--" She was cut off as Raziel growled. "Just stay away from me Oracle. You're not apart of my life anymore...we couldn't have what we did. YOU made sure of that." With that, his black feathered wings exploded from his back, and he took off. Tears stung the royal purple haired Oracle...and she weeped softly. XXX Amon and Carmen closed the distance. And finally, they were near the edge of town after a night's rest and such. He looked above. Zane cawed, and to Carmen and Amon, it was an ominous symbol. "For whom does the crow caw, Farouse? It crows for you. I'm coming." He said darkly, and moved out once more. [To Be continued....] |
