Prelude - The Final Wish
"The only love you will ever know...
Is the impetuous lust that you will have, to hate me.
The only willpower that you shall endow, is the ardent desire to kill me.
Don't seek me... Hunt me.
Our erratic paths will inevitably cross like the silver blades of sworn rivals dueling upon a vast field of white lilies, befitting to their graves.
And when our blades kiss, the clash of our steel will spark into my soul, which has already tasted the lives of thousand. My blade shall kiss ur throat and the night shall be intimate like our cursed afflicted bond.
Hate me... It will be all you will have to live for..."
"Those were the last words left by him. They forever haunt me like restless spirits who plague my spiteful reality of an abyssal torment. It was 3 years ago since I stared into those leering eyes, cold as the artic chills of the devils breath. I was crying helpessly, weak into his sick game. He took my family, my friends... my soul. He was once my reason of being, but now i've lost all reasoning. I am but an avenger wandering the eternal, throughout this world without end, which will soon be but a beacon to your next life and a tombstone for your pathetic corpse.
I've struggled, i've killed, i've survived... Just for him. Im coming for him... But really i'm doing it for me. This promise... This vendetta, is the last bond we shall ever share. His blade may have harvested by the thousands... But this blade of mine has tasted the blood of a million. Its only shame is that his putrid blood is the last my blade will ever taste.
Izael, I've lived by your words, and now its time you will die by them." - Amelia
A feral brown hooded coat thick and tough as a mason's stone. Dark venom cargo pants embodied in curvy sexy legs that can kill with its hypnotic motion. black panther boots which crunches in the snow. the bottom of the boots bares sharp jagged edges ready to prowl as quick as a sheathed weapon. Finally accompanied by sleepless eyes, who've said their final prayers to sleep. Surrounding this concocted arsenal of a femme fatale assassin, is but a white tundra of snow. The night is dark & malevolent with only the crescent moon in the sky being barely able to provide a source of energy into the blizzarding barrens of a freezing hell.
"He sure chose an suitable place to die." Amelia whispered to herself. The trail of footsteps fade by the heartbeat. It's as if she is followed by the very God of Death who will hide the traces of the fabled battle to be upheld.
Amelia continues to treck through the white valley of black skies for 8 hours. The pinnacle of a mountain starts to peak in the distance. Muscles tightens her cheeks, bearing a smile, something she hasn't ever done ever since before the 3 years of her dark withdrawal. She scoped from the distance, a dark figure with a long black coat. Amelia immediately unsheathes her blade, The Abigas steel, gifted from the great general of hell, Eligos. Her grip tightens, her walk changes, and her hood comes down. For a brash moment, the world stood still, and there they were; the two greater evils: Vengeance & Wrath. Face to face, were the north and south. They are now but opposite rays that bent through time and come to meet again.
"Hair long & untamed like the gustful winds. A scar across the face, which like my hatred, will never go away. Eyes as red as the horned beast that you are. & a face that will be never be forgotten" Amelia roared. She immediately got in stance.
"Your words have always charmed me Amelia. Its your actions that dissapoint me. Are you really different than the squirming poor excuse of a human being you were then?" said the dark enigma known as Izael. Concealing his weapons and his intentions is a large black coat stitched from a rough hide leather that seem strong enough to withstand bullet piercings. He opens his coats and reveals an arsenal of 8 swords. He pulls out two, the Barbas Blade & the Solomon Sabre.
"Amelia, you are nothing but a weighted vessel for your tired soul to burden. Let me release your pain... And you don't have to pain yourself with this frivolous oath of yours. You're not a killer..." before Izael was able to finish his sentence, Amelia had already thrown a giant twisted dagger into his chest. She swiftly strides towards Izael with a quick X shaped two strike hit, she disarms him from his two swords and then thrusts the sword into his heart. Izael slowly bleeds from his mouth. Tries to grab the sword, but Amelia side swipes Izael to the floor, she rolls towards the two swords and plunges them into his lower torso. Amelia still maintains focus, and whilst on one knee, grabs another knife she had hidden in her ankles and forces it down his throat. "Thanks, but I can release my own pain." Amelia says while trying to catch her breath.
A voice whispers behind her ears "The flaws of a vengeful soul, is that they are so determined towards their goal they lose sight of whats real" she turns around and is immediately met with a kick to the face. "The Barbas blade is forged with radiant light that induce hallucinations, you were nowhere near touching me" Izael is seen standing unharmed & with both blades wielded. "let the real fight begin Amelia" boasted Izael. "you're right... Sometimes people can tend to lose sight on what is real." said Amelia as she reached her arms towards The Abigas Steel and the sword ignites and explodes into shards towards Izael. "I knew it was a mirage once my dagger hit you. It's meant to explode on heavy impact. I knew you would put such a petty trick on me! So i just waited for you to strike and break the spell.
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