Hey guys, terribly sorry for not updating in months, like I said my laptop was acting up and by the time I had gotten it fixed I kinda forgot about fan fic for a while(again,sorry)but I'm back now and my creative juices are flowing once more, so without further ado The return of Mevolent chapter 8. Thanks to Beth Shadows for proofreading.
Lord Vile and Lord Vile were shadow-walking around The Faceless Ones. It looked like a computer glitch but it was intentional, they were attempting to confuse the mad Gods of Old. So far it didn't seem to be working, but they were still at it. Giving up wasn't even crossing their minds.
Around half of the Cleavers had been sent to distract the Faceless Ones. They were went quick. The Faceless Ones dissolved their armour and dissmantled their bodies. The Viles had been shadow walking around them for about half an hour as the battle had continued, but now they were ready to strike.
One of them sent thousands of shadow spears into a Faceless One while the other ran behind it and used the shadows to create some contraption that looked like a mix between a mace and a bolas. Each head slammed into the Faaceless One. The Vile that had fired the spears shadow-walked away leaving the mace equipped Vile to deal with the Faceless One alone.
Curtis was leading a small squad of Cleavers through the forest. They were searching for Vengeous. He would be weak after the beating he recieved from Vile, therefore easy to take down. Curt held up his hand as a gesture for the Cleavers to stop walking, he couched down. He had spotted their target. Vengeous was with a group of Mevolent's soldiers , probably trying to persuade them to side with him. Curtis still had his hand up, he was about to lower it as a command telling the Cleavers to attack when Vile shadow walked out of nowhere, Curtis took a step back in surprise while the Cleavers took a step forward in defence. Curtis drew his sword and swung his arm down. Vile snached his wrist and shadow walked away.
They re-appeared elsewhere in the forest. Curtis recognised the thick tree roots that he had previosly tripped over.
"What do you want?" Curt asked.
"Take me to the fountain," Vile whispered.
"Why should I?"
Vile simply sent a shadowy tentacle into his throat.
"Take. Me. To. The . Fountain."
"Okay, okay. Now, I am genuinly curious what you're going to use it for?"
Vile stared at him.
"Okay Mister Chit-Chat, follow me. It's not far."
