Chapter 4
The room was dark, though dry and clean. It was lit by thousands of candles along the walls, though it was still to dark to see the rest easily, though the forms were visible, as were the people who seemed to be made of darkness in a way.
"Has Eva Krauss fulfilled her end of the bargain?" said one figure, heavily armored and standing tall besides another.
The other held a case up to the first man, the first opened it to reveal a slender blade, a bastard sword, with an ancient grip but a new blade. The guard portrayed two snarling wolves heads as did the pommel.
"So Marcus," the first man whispered, "The Bitch did the job we had asked of her."
"Yes, Lucas, before I impaled her with my dagger."
"Then we now have a new beast blade to face Blazes with, and a secret weapon that even he has no clue about."
"Shall I have our guest brought in?"
"Yes, my friend," Lucas whispered softly and slowly, "Bring Opal Koboi to me at once, I have been expecting her to begin to talk now that I have a more visible magic that she."
* * * * *
Lucas smiled as he slowly swung the blade in a sparring room, the blade was perfectly formed, a weapon crafted by both hands and spells. A weapon that rivaled Excalibur and the other six beast blades made before, and now he was forming more blades in various places and scattering them secretly.
The blades had wills of their own and would seek out their masters, the Wulf, as he had named this blade, bore the powers of the wolf and would allow him to become a powerful force to take on the one who had beaten him all so long ago.
Blaze had thought him dead, but he had missed the vial that was already injecting into his bloodstream as he had walked away.
He had, at first, formed an alliance of sorts with two of the Foundations enemies and then a third, it was now time for him to begin to eliminate his rivals and usurp their positions, he would be a god and none would be able to stop him.
He felt the magic within the blade come to him as one of his servant girls was sent in, so innocent and pure. A perfect creature to sacrifice to activate the blade. The first seven had been cooled in the blood of their creatures and then a sacrifice was made to the essences of the blades, a sacrifice that required the victim to be pure.
She looked at him with terror, the white robes fluttering as she scrambled backwards, tugging on the door as he advanced upon her, blade in hand.
She screamed as he thrusted, blade tearing through her between the breasts. He lifted the weapon, watching the blood drip down the blade as the sacrifice kicked and tried to scream, struggling to live as the blade began to glow like moonlight and a whisp of wind filled the room sounding like a wolfs howl on a far off hill at the peak of the full moon. Her breathing slowed and stopped as her head lolled to the side.
Tilting the blade, she slid off with a wet plop to the stones of the floor in a slowly expanding pool of blood.
Lucas did not look the same as he was now clad in black, grey, and white armor similar to Anton's, but seeming to be made of fear and darkness. The blade had awakened.
The room was dark, though dry and clean. It was lit by thousands of candles along the walls, though it was still to dark to see the rest easily, though the forms were visible, as were the people who seemed to be made of darkness in a way.
"Has Eva Krauss fulfilled her end of the bargain?" said one figure, heavily armored and standing tall besides another.
The other held a case up to the first man, the first opened it to reveal a slender blade, a bastard sword, with an ancient grip but a new blade. The guard portrayed two snarling wolves heads as did the pommel.
"So Marcus," the first man whispered, "The Bitch did the job we had asked of her."
"Yes, Lucas, before I impaled her with my dagger."
"Then we now have a new beast blade to face Blazes with, and a secret weapon that even he has no clue about."
"Shall I have our guest brought in?"
"Yes, my friend," Lucas whispered softly and slowly, "Bring Opal Koboi to me at once, I have been expecting her to begin to talk now that I have a more visible magic that she."
* * * * *
Lucas smiled as he slowly swung the blade in a sparring room, the blade was perfectly formed, a weapon crafted by both hands and spells. A weapon that rivaled Excalibur and the other six beast blades made before, and now he was forming more blades in various places and scattering them secretly.
The blades had wills of their own and would seek out their masters, the Wulf, as he had named this blade, bore the powers of the wolf and would allow him to become a powerful force to take on the one who had beaten him all so long ago.
Blaze had thought him dead, but he had missed the vial that was already injecting into his bloodstream as he had walked away.
He had, at first, formed an alliance of sorts with two of the Foundations enemies and then a third, it was now time for him to begin to eliminate his rivals and usurp their positions, he would be a god and none would be able to stop him.
He felt the magic within the blade come to him as one of his servant girls was sent in, so innocent and pure. A perfect creature to sacrifice to activate the blade. The first seven had been cooled in the blood of their creatures and then a sacrifice was made to the essences of the blades, a sacrifice that required the victim to be pure.
She looked at him with terror, the white robes fluttering as she scrambled backwards, tugging on the door as he advanced upon her, blade in hand.
She screamed as he thrusted, blade tearing through her between the breasts. He lifted the weapon, watching the blood drip down the blade as the sacrifice kicked and tried to scream, struggling to live as the blade began to glow like moonlight and a whisp of wind filled the room sounding like a wolfs howl on a far off hill at the peak of the full moon. Her breathing slowed and stopped as her head lolled to the side.
Tilting the blade, she slid off with a wet plop to the stones of the floor in a slowly expanding pool of blood.
Lucas did not look the same as he was now clad in black, grey, and white armor similar to Anton's, but seeming to be made of fear and darkness. The blade had awakened.