The brothers gaped at the angel fiercely with their hands fisted below their belly. Angel foe asked Kristinov to talk outside. "Who are you?!" Aerline yelled while the mage block her with his arm from getting closer to them but the angel served not heard her. Kristinov only nods unhurriedly and then the angel let him take off outside with no utterance as well.
"What do you want from me this time?" Kristinov asked as both of them strode out of the tower. The winds went silent, the several mages gazed at them after they all heard the crash from their great brother's tower - marveling at what actually happened. "You want me dead?" Kristinov turned his head beside the Angel. Kristinov was the target of all angels, he slaughtered a few but they regained consciousness. "I am delivering you a blessing"
The angel said and then he stab Kristinov with his spear abruptly, the wings spread on broad, and eventually began to push him hard with his wings flapped strongly with all of his strength to push Kristinov to the house. The strong wind pushes them forth as they move backward fast and smash themselves into the woods hard - making Kristinov's back head bleed slightly. The angel takes out his spear that impaled into his below abdomen shortly. The angel settles his hand on each ends of his spear and then thrust it against his neck to smother him with no forgiveness. Kristinov kicked him onto the belly to shove him in reverse so he can move aside to flee or to strike at least. As the angel has pushed behind, Kristinov punched him onto his jaw using his knuckles with his mood that he is tired of this assassination. The angel flaps his wings onward to push himself back to get his spear on the ground. Kristinov stroke his neck shortly and therefore he bends fast to dodge the strike from the angel's spear aiming into his head.
"I do not want a battle, Fenock, you shall retreat!" The angel yelled and thus he grabbed his spear again after he move beside Kristinov and then front to take his spear that impaled into the wood. Kristinov was exuding few drops of blood, staining his vesture and hands but his glaive was not with his aspect. The angel landed down on the ground to swing his spear's blade to slice on the flesh skin with the power from the great heaven that is forged back in centuries before all the mages. The sorcerers only watched the horror. Kristinov shifted his body from side to side as the angel strive to stab him. He flaps his wings once again to shove him back while stretching his arms, clenching the holder of his spear tightly, and endeavoring into his head. The pace of every flap of the pastel wings pushes Kristinov like a hurricane that tries to knock him down and push afar furthermore. The angel release his grip on the spear and the weapon prevailed heading straight to Kristinov's head. It was fast, the spear's edge cutting the gust and moving it aside to run hastily onward at Kristinov. He raise his head and then saw what it was coming - a blade nigh to his sight. Fulgent glint strike onto his iris and then he raises his forearm before the blade penetrate his eyes to his flesh. The blade barely punctured his eyes, but the forearms bled and he take it off - looking like he does not feel any pain from his body that is been stabbed twice. Kristinov was clasping the spear, suddenly it felt fervid and then he drop it off him from the great heat that he felt from the spear - believing only Angels can touch the great weapons.
The angel like it possesses immorality to ambush him with his long dove's feathers hue horn directly into him. Kristinov moves aside from the sudden attack and then the angel swings his horns. He dodges it hence snatching his horns to shove along to him so he can knock him. Unfortunately, the wings flapped again to push Kristinov. He loses his grip from the strong wind that created by the angel's wings.
Kristinov ran fast and strongly and then in the end he jerked the angel's hand to pull him. Kristinov kicks the calf to break as well as crouches the Angel so he can strike at him easily. He punches him twice while his hand are around the neck of the Angel even though he flapped his wings - Kristinov can bare the wind undertakes to push him away from the opportunity to halt the Angel. The Angels slides his hands between Kristinov's forearms to flee. He pushes it to the side as he enters the gap and then bumps his head to Kristinov's so he can be knocked out slightly. Kristinov shoves his body on reverse unhurriedly - trying to focus but the blurs strikes his sights.
The Angel takes his spear while Kristinov was moving back and forth like he was wasted. He raises his head and then glimpses at the angel that he will strike again with his remarkable spear. The spear went through the invisible breeze, it was fast this time - now he can see clearly. Kristinov grabbed the spear, the motion that made him shove back while holding the spear with a heat that he cannot take but he will hold as long as he will try to strike back with the spear. The angel was shocked to see him holding the spear neither mortal nor immortal can touch the great weapon, the vapor coming out of his grip and then he pulls to intend into the wings. The angel flapped his wings to reflect the spear back to Kristinov, at the moment he threw the spear. The sharp blade of the verge weapon pierced into the wings before he flapped his wings. The Angel groaned as he fell fast with a blood dripping below the feathers. On the ground where they battle became ichor. The angel tried to take his blade but he cannot reach it but barely he will - swiveling his body around merely to fetch his own spear. Kristinov strolled while the angel was busy getting the spear and as he reach upon the angel he pulled his hair to grab the horns. At last, he grabbed the horns and pull them vertically.
A splash of blood as he takes out the horns as well as the spear that impaled into the wings but he did was horizontal. "Stop!," the angel whimpered and yelled while touching his broken horn - begging to let him go. "I am done killing everyone and everything I made was just a mistake!" Kristinov confessed. He went around to stroll with injury and left the angel bleeding. The mages saw their perfervid battle, they saw were tremendous and treacherous at the same time. Kristinov walks like he was fractured in the legs - making him look like a penguin. The Angel slowly stands while Kristinov walk sans looking behind. He twirled while he was crouching to slip Kristinov with his leg after grabbing the spear. Kristinov bangs his head on the ground and then he saw the Angel above him, pushing the stick of his spear onto the neck again. This time he got stronger and his hair got, even more, messier than the last moment they fought. They yell at one another from pain, their wounds bled increasingly. The wings flap to get some force to push the spear while below it was Kristinov's hand trying to push him away even though the wrist was bending slightly deeper.
The tension, the warmness, and both of them grinning their teeth from wrath. Kristinov kicks the Angel's bottom with his knee and then strikes with a punch. The spear fell but stood nigh them. They race to get the spear fast. But the Angel got it first, Kristinov dodged as the angel swing it soon and therefore again but Kristinov kept dodging it from side to side. The angel switched his position, stabbing what he will do now but he can't flap his wings to illude - luck runs away from him. Kristinov stepped forth fast like an ambush and then he was hit by a wing that is not yet been stabbed. The swing of the spear, he pushed every time. The moment he blow with his spear, although Kristinov snatch the spear nigh the blade and then he stab the neck of the Angel fast like a fulguration you tried to catch with your eyes. The Angel fell some tears and blood below the blade behind him. A strike of lightning appear from the sky and appeared abruptly. Kristinov was been pushed by the gust and lighting with no thunder nor mist occurring from the clear sky. Kristinov knows those Angels attempt to kill him will be awakened - those massacres he has done make them wanted to slay him but they did not know he changed but soon or later they will.
He panted, his hearing went high and his sight of his reality became blurry. The villagers only watch him suffer above the ground. Slowly trying to stand even though the pain was still with him. Aerline slid where Kristinov lay while her eyes began bawling and a scream of concern. Her kirtle got dirty again as she kneeled, the brothers came as well but Jhàrold was inside of the tower protecting the survivors. The brothers helped Kristinov to get up to take in the tower to get healed by Aerline. "Can you do it?" Jhàrold asked Aerline as they eventually reached inside of the tower, laying Kristinov on the ground while his hand are on top of her shoulder to stop her from worrying. She nodded and the others watch her as she heal.
Kristinov's eyes are still closed, breathing slowly and his hand is gradually losing its warmth. She does not want to lose another friend - Kristinov was now a better person, and she does not want to lose someone that helped her. "Is one of her kind" Jhàrold whispered while the power wreathes around Kristinov's body unhurriedly. The brother asked, "What? I cry your mercy". "Remember the woman with wings like an angel that fought as well to take the great wolf down?" He said. "Ye?" The mage nodded slowly while the brow raised while the other is not. "She is one of the angels that wanted him dead" he explained or he just believes that may be the truth. "Why?" Aerline got in on their conversation with bother while she is still gazing at Kristinov - waiting for him to wake up. "I do not know that" Jhàrold answered. The power was still crawling above him. She was sweating, the mages and Jhàrold blocking her space - they wanted to see him aroused as well.
"I have seen him battling an angel before," the elder brother mage said while patting his brother's back if he still remembers the day they met Kristinov. He nodded while sucking his lips. "Maybe he fought many of them, he is always tired I believe" Aerline whispered and the moment she was frightened and the memories of dolour she make an effort to adapt to recover him fast.
They all nodded. "Is Sir Fenock alright?" The woman asked with a gloom on her face - one of the survivors they save. Her hair is pure brown like Jhàrold's, her eyes match the depths of the earth beneath and her rosy cheeks slightly turn pale. "He will be" Jhàrold answered after he gazes at the woman up and down with a slight smile.
"That backstabber noble will pay" The demon with long horns and plum skin said while pounding his fist on the palm. Four are left by her side. They are getting small, the darkness is slowly fading away as Fenock kept killing one of Talina's allies. Upon the enormous floor they talk with an ichor circle beneath them. "We are not gonna hide from him again!" The woman with long silk hair that has a deep accent screams on top of her breath. They all stared at her, breaking the noise apart, and except for the buzz sound they always heed from the violet man with wings like wasps. "Cool in, I will try Talina, he will come, let him"
The violet man said in a calm voice. The man in the shadows at the corner, growled as an agreement. "The other place we conquer disappeared like nothing happened, how can we manage that?" The woman asked while raising her both hands with a bewilder face.
"Nothing is important upon that one, do not let Kristinov take us all down, he is the great mischievous I know, make him change Talina, I recall you can do that easily" The demon with long horns said in a raspy voice went back again. "I should have not given him the dark spells" Talina creased her forehead with heat and wrath within it. The woman kneading her hair with uncertainty, the man is still in the shadows and the violet man stands stilly while listening to his Queen. "You can be an idiot and not, my Queen, it comes to pass any moment" the woman whispered, her accent sound circumvallate the place and all of them heeded clarion.
"How very nice of you, you shall do it now, Talina before he comes than them" the demon suggested to the Queen a strategy to stop Kristinov at once.
They have never seen Kristinov wreck the orb, not obeying the orders and he alter a lot this period from the moment he met the dreadful vulnerable girl they say. "My Bone, give me the book prithee" Talina opens her hand, spreading her fingers away from her palm while smiling - not smile nor excitement but resentment. The butler that she is been with before Kristinov was imprecated by her gloom. The book he passed was a heavy book that it is filled with spells that primarily Kristinov often use for battling. The book is black as a twilight, calligraphy from the eld age and it is covered with vines and bones that are big as her hand. She turned the pages slowly, the sound of the paper created silence and her allies were waiting for her to speak. "I will summon my ogres and orcs, if he dares to come" the man in the shadows with deep tone that echoes from the darkness to light. "That stands terrific my love," Talina said with pleasure while heading downward, searching for something - they plan to make their world go ghastly again like the past years.
"After this moon, we shall linger for the crimson arise" the woman with da eep accent spoke up without Talina's word yet plan. "Every place he goes, he planted his own seed instead of ours" she asserted once more. "He will reach to Estonia I assume, that is where you will start your ritual, there is plenty of woman and children dwell there, My Queen" therefore she adds again while this time Talina gawked at her with surprise and gave herself an idea. "The sword that my men forged, he will wield it on the disastrous interpretation" the man in the shadows speaks up as well ere the Queen. Talina closed the book, the thump as the two sides of the book clapped against one another and thus her one forearm fondled the book to hold up while speaking. "He wants me" The Queen at last spoke but none of her allies understand why Kristinov wants Talina to become lifeless even though she gave rise to him as an everlasting man so he can live in peace. "Without the orb, I shall be the bait and let him go furthermore here," The violet man said while swinging his forearms back and forth.
"You will know when the sky turned into a dusk after the moon fulfilled its appearance, the incarnadine luna will arise, to this ritual, I shall need a pregnant woman to summon the children of Lilith, and therefore a vestal youth, we will use it as a sacrifice to fed her children within the blood of a pure child, another is the fairies we need their skin and their powers to turn into grey to put upon the blaze and lastly our blood and our incantation as the crimson appeared, we shall prepare all that I said before it came out overhead the twilight" Talina let out her plan if Kristinov and his companions will engage to Estonia. They all agreed. "Do not let my Fenock reach to Flannel" Talina summoned the woman while the man in the shadows will charge to Jhàrold's abode to find a pure child and a pregnant woman. "My darling of the shade, you can do whatever you want as you reach to his old friend's home" she glowed while her eyes are enclosed - saying she was delighted with this plan. "I will" he replied. "He does not know yet what mercy means" Talina whispered in the end with a chuckle eventually.
The nightfall's light poured below the clouds as it pushed away aside. Several stars coruscate the darkness - some are dim and some are luminous. The evening sound began to spread everywhere. In the tower, all the survivors are sleeping as well as the brothers peacefully. Jhàrold is outside, shielding the tower - whatever happens he stands there. Aerline is sitting beside Kristinov, she saw many blue, scars and a few recent wounds. The power has completed its duty, he needs rest but Aerline could not slumber because of him. She caresses his chest and forehead while her hair are resting on the left side of her shoulder. "Pray thee be all good" she whispered.
The moment her eyes started to feel drowsy, her heart became dreary and her surrounding come to be slightly blurry. She rub her eyes and tried to sleep beside Kristinov even though her heart tells her not to. Aerline gets out of the end of the bed where Kristinov nonetheless resting. "Do not leave me" Kristinov suddenly grabbed her hand tightly as the moment she rise her body to take off to drink water. "Sir Fenock, you are at last awoken" she smiled and lay her hand above hers meanwhile her wrist was still seized with his bare hand. "I want you to stay" Kristinov whispered and let his hand off her wrist slowly. The touch she felt from him softly - was bringing in her cheeks become rosiness. She nodded. "I beg you for forgiveness, I want you" He whispered, his voice was still deep but it was fading. Within her essence was curiosity and she felt cozy around him - she will stay as long he is comfortable.