We all began as something else

by Lady Underworld

Do not comment on this story if it is not positive. I wrote this when I was a teenager so of course it's not my best. I don't need a full critique. If you bad mouth this, I will report you as being abusive. My title is a coincidence. I do not copy others.

5. Chapter 5

Liam tried to get up, but once again, he was beat back down by an arm slamming into his back. He spit his blood out onto the black marbled ground and reached for his dagger which was two feet from him.

"So sad you were wounded when you came here." The Lord Marshall smirked. Liam had fought and killed all the way up to the Lord Marshall, driven by hate. All thought was gone from him. All he wanted to do was rip the Lord Marshall's throat out. But he was stronger than Liam had expected and he was already wounded and tired from his fights from earlier.

"Get up, Furian." The Lord Marshall grabbed Liam by the throat and raised him off the ground. "It so happens that you killed a very important person today. He was my right hand, you know."

"Then kill me and have your revenge. You've taken everything else from me."

The Lord Marshall looked as if he was pondering whether to do that or something else. "I don't take revenge. In my faith, you keep what you kill." He released Liam, leaving him sputtering for breath on the ground. "I'm a fair man. If you convert and replace my Purifier, I will spare her."

The massive doors opened to allow two Necromongers through, carrying Aeon on a stretcher. "She will be healed and left alone only if you cooperate." The Lord Marshall said. Aeon was still alive, but the color was gone from her face, she had lost a lot of blood. "Aeon," His thoughts returned to him and so did the memories of the sacrifice his wife made to protect him. "Release her and I will do whatever you wish." He whispered weakly. He got to his feet painfully, his eyes never leaving his wife's body. "But please let me touch her one last time." His voice came out as barely a whisper.

The Lord Marshall waved a hand and the two Necromongers set Aeon down on a platform. Liam heard his dagger clang as it fell to the ground. He touched her face, it was cold, but there was still life behind it. He leaned down to her ear. "I love you, never forget that." He kissed her lips sadly and caressed her cheek. "I'm sorry." He turned to his new lord and went down on one knee. "My life is yours, please save her and set her free."