Chapter 8: Mortality

Lucifer's eyes explored the darkness of the corridor, the ladder of his salvation mere feet away. Percieving no signs of life he made his way forward, his hands extending to the wood ladder leading to his quarters above. He climbed silently, his suitcase dangling, secured around his arm. Relieved upon reaching the top he let out a sigh as he brought himself to his feet.

" Well executed entry Lucifer," an almost proud voice spoke from behind the startled Lucifer.

" Vohn...," Lucifer began, trying to regain his composure.

A hand raised in the darkness of the room, visible only in the faint moonlight creeping in through a stone window of the castle.

" Say nothing Lucifer. You've done no more than I expected," Vohn walked to the window, which presented a view overlooking the castles draw bridge.

Lucifer lowered his head, mouth pulled tightly together as if to restain his words.

" This is how I wanted it to end, how I envisioned it," wide globes of danger reflected in the moonlight," tommorow it is all over, in one sweep Advent Blade's ambition shall be made absolute,"

Hands extended to either side of the window, an image of resolute divinity reaching out before Lucifer.

" Sleep well Lucifer, for tommorow our spirits future will be dictated. To continue forth endlessly, or be consigned to naught, as those we have crossed,"

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The aura of the sun could be seen behind them, though stars still shone clear. Josef, Vvvin, Mark, Zelos and Krevos stood silently, the armies of Varrock and Falador at their back. The men were solemn and alert, despite the miles travelled in the night.

" What of the west?" Josef inquired quietly.

" No word, our messanger has not returned, however we should not require their aid"

" We are many yes, but within the confines of the castle we are at their mercy sir,"

" Perhaps then... We could send Krevos under the pretense of peace?"

Josef pondered silently. Looking at the bulky figure that was Krevos, wielding his battered maul.

" I'll go," Krevos muttered," granted under the circumstances it's probally not the wisest of decisions. But we still do need to confirm Advent Blade is harbored here,"

Krevos extended his hand to Mark, who was readying a white cloth. Krevos hastily fastended the cloth to his weapon.

" Station two archers behind trees on either side of the bridge, it is dark they cannot be seen. In the event Advent Blade is here it's not outlandish to assume they'll take the oppurtunity to kill me. Also, do not forget," Krevos' face twisted," We are dealing with a criminal organization, not a country. What war rules are broken will not tarnish us, for atleast one party involved shall be eliminated here,"

Upon his words two soldier stepped forth, readying their bows. With a look to the stars, and a deep inhale Krevos put one foot in front of the other. Each step felt more real than the last, each breath sweeter. It was mere minutes that Krevos spent walking towards the distant door, but that is sufficient time to recount a life so redundant and political as his. His fingers primitively grasped his weapon, eyes searching the skys even as he strode. But he was already there, alone, before the looming door. It was time.

" I general Krevos, request council with he who commands this castle!" Krevos raised his maul and rattled it against the door.

Krevos' heart pounded within his chest. Surely it did so because of some eminent danger, surely it would burst at any moment.

The great door began to creak open Krevos straightened himself, defiantly gazing at the void within the opening door.

" Yes?" a soft voice spoke.

All fear was alleviated, for before Krevos stood a fairly short man clad in the armor of the black knight's.

" The black knights have no dealings with Varrock Krevos," the knight said crossly.

" Ah, but you see sir. We were informed that an organization, Advent Blade, resided here," Krevos was casual.

" Well, clearly you can see that is not the case, where did you hear such an absurd thing?"

Thinking of how the honest response would reflect varrocks intelligence Krevos considered his options.

" A scout from varrock noticed one of the organization's members in the vicinity of your castle, I apologize for intruding on such foolish grounds," Krevos bowed and turned away. As he raised himself back up his eyes shot open.

He had made a mistake. It was over. He recognized the man's voice a second too late.

The dagger was lodged in his throat, too far in already to recoil. A hand grasped Krevos' left shoulder, holding him in place, though he did not struggle. Krevos' maul smashed to the ground, his hand limply flopping to his side.

" Rethu..," Blood slipped past his lips as he spoke, straining to turn his head to meet his assailants eyes. But to no avail.

Krevos slouched forward, his eyelid's closing on the quiet and beautiful nightime scene, sun creeping up in the distance.

Wish I could see it rise... Once more.

His head sailed to the heavens, his blood embracing the sun.