That's my first story written in English! I hope you'll enjoy it!
Warning: This fanfiction isn't following the canon added by Specter of Torment. I'm just following the headcanons from Lkcsi' "S is for Shovel and K is for Knight" This is a separate piece of fiction (maybe an AU?) concerning an OC that I created. Also, go read the original fanfiction because it's great. Really.
If you've already did that, well, let's go!
Nobody expects the Bell Inquisition!
The Tower of Fate had just been unsealed. The Enchantress had already sent Specter Knight to fetch Black Knight, a fierce warrior but also an active mage full of potential. Black magic users were so few nowadays, and the addition of this small member of the Order of Shovelry would truly be something for her army. Specter Knight was also a mage when he was alive, but he was only a recessive mage, with a limited potential… Sitting at the window, she smiled. Soon, this place, and then the world, would be hers. And even if the soul of Shield Knight was still putting up a fight, it wouldn't last long. She would just exhaust her strength.
*CRASH*
The Enchantress jolted out of her thoughts when she heard the sound of the door being crushed by an immense force, only to see a bright red form enter the room, followed by the faint ringing of a bell.
"Haha! I managed to find you Enchantress!"
Slowly floating to the ground level, she observed the unexpected visitor. Entirely dressed in red,with a very large hat that hid a helmet, and a high collared shawl that hid the bottom of their face and the rest of the strange… Red robe they were wearing? The stranger lifted their weapon, the shining silver briefly blinding the Enchantress.
"And who might you be trespasser? I wasn't expecting anyone-"
"Nobody expects the Bell Inquisition! I'm going to strike you down you fiendish creature, and Pridemoor will be safe before you even begin anything!"
"Oh? And what's keeping me from mind-controlling you or make you swear your loyalty to me?"
"Because I am no knight, and trained to resist to all sorts of dark magic! With the strength of my holy silver Bellhammer, I, the Bell Inquisitor, will strike you down!"
The Inquisitor charged, waving their Bellhammer with strength towards the Enchantress. Dodging the attack, she looked at the strange person, before unleashing a barrier of fireballs and gliding around, dodging the runed bell strikes. As a one-handed weapon, it was fast and heavy enough to leave visible traces of impact on the walls. Besides, the Bell Inquisitor was certainly skilled with their relic weapon, as the sounds they produced and their techniques were able to repel her projectiles, and send soundwaves towards her.
"You're quite skilled for a mere essenceless fighter. What is it that you seek Bell Inquisitor? Fame? Glory? Power?"
"I'm searching for nothing but to cleanse the world of evil!"
The fight went on, fireballs clashing against soundwaves, and with the Inquisitor madly jumping around, trying to strike the Enchantress with their bellhammer, the sound of it echoing through the Tower.
That's when she realized that they had touched her. The tip of the bell had touched her hand, leaving a small bruise, but still, it reached her. She smiled. No one without some essence or magical power had already managed to touch her in a fair fight. But if the so-called Bell Inquisitor had managed to touch her, they proved to be a potential threat. But the potential was there.
"Get down you fiend!"
"I think that's enough playing around."
She could imagine the brows of her opponent frown behind their mask and collar. Well, she wasn't really playing around with them, but at least, they were a very entertaining opponent. That was too bad that their mind was actually trained against mental attacks, and with the runed Bellhammer around, it was even more difficult to reach them. But it didn't mattered now.
The floor collapsed under the Inquisitor's feet, and without anything to hold on, they fell to the bottom of the room.
"Argh! By the Gods that hurts!"
Shaking themselves out of their stunned state, weapon still in hand, they got up on their feet and looked around, searching for their foe. They could still fight despite the fall.
"You really are an entertaining thing… To hold your ground so long against me in a one on one loyal fight, it's truly a first."
"And it will the last time because I'll strike you down!"
"You're doing the wrong choice. But since you entertained me, I'm willing to reward you with a little something."
The Enchantress appeared quietly behind the Inquisitor, and cast a spell on them. The red fighter turned around in the nick of time and blocked the spell with their left arm, but still groaned under the pain. A fireball struck them, and threw them to the ground, panting heavily.
"You… Vile… Sorceress… I'll-"
"Is that how you thank me for my gift to you? Look at you! I granted you power, something to unlock your potential. Stay with me and pledge me allegiance, and I'll make sure that you won't have to suffer much during your… Evolution."
"What are you talking about?"
The Bell Inquisitor looked at their left hand, the burning sensation not seeming to leave. They bit back a horrified scream when they saw a beastly claw replacing their hand, with a solid silver shell forming around the wrist.
"What… WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
"I gifted you with a slow transformation curse. And I even slowed the process a bit more, so you can retain your humanity a bit longer. You have… One month and a half from now on."
"What?! I'm… I see then."
Before the Bell Inquisitor could strike, the Enchantress vanished, and a door leading out of the Tower opened. Gritting their teeth behind their very high collar, they clenched their right hand around the weapon, whispering.
"I'm going to show you… I'll free myself from your damned curse and come again to strike you down… I swear it."
And that's it for the introduction! Know that I've already written everything and that this is going to be a short story. Don't forget to leave a review, it's still important for us authors!
