Chapter 11
Sighing as I sat perched upon a church roof. I was looking around down upon people hustling and bustling around this time of year. Snow fell lightly as I brushed off my shoulders of my trench coat. Crouching to get a better view as I ran a hand through my short locks of hair. I had cut it recently. My thoughts wandering off. We had one day left to find Lord Calloway or we would loose him completely. I wasn’t giving up, I didn’t care what I needed to do to find him. Even if I had to sacrifice myself to take his place. Hearing a few noises from below me in the church, I slowly stood to my full height, staying amongst the shadows as I made my way inside, to the attic of the church. Moving amongst the junk that was stored up there, I found an open small window that led down to the main hall of the church, where services and such were kept.
Moving close to the window as I peeked down to see the priest giving the Christmas Eve service. Letting my Navy Blue eyes scan the joint, amongst the few who had made it to the mass. I caught something amongst the darkness that I didn’t want to see, but gave a glimmer of hope to me at the moment. I made my way very quietly down to the second tier of the church. Keeping to the shadows as the priest finished up services and exited the room. Slowly the church cleared out as I kept my eyes out on what caught my attention. Narrowing them as I caught a dweller sitting amongst the mortals. How can that be? But something familiar about the dweller, it was throwing me off at the moment.
Once I knew it was clear, I made my way down to the first floor, without being detected. Lurking amongst the shadows as the dweller stayed seated the whole time, then the doors of the church opened. I slid more into the shadows as I watched whoever it was coming in. Slowly someone stumbled into view, I closed my eyes as my heart leapt with in my chest. It was Lord Calloway, he was covered in tattered black blankets, being led into the church by dying darkness dwellers. The one I was trying to approach slowly stood up and walked over, leading the Lord down to the front of the church. Pushing him to his knees, making him kneel before the alter.
Slowly opening my eyes as I watched, I felt my blood boil as I could take these guys, get the Lord back in time before he was too weak to continue his fight. The dwellers surrounded him as one took out a blade from within his tattered inner coat. The glimmering of the blade, caught my attention, from the lit candles of the church light. The legendary blade that took souls and kept them gathered within the blade itself. According to legend that’s how the blade worked and thrived. I knew I had to think fast and make a decision.
Slowly stepping into the light as I made myself known, “Touch one hair on his head. You’re going to regret it.” All ten dwellers turned and looked to me, the one with the blade screeched loudly as he took a few steps away from Lord Calloway. Taking a few steps forward, I was armed, but didn’t let them know it.
“You are NOT getting his soul. You all know the rules. You can not take someone’s soul within these walls, unless the victim is WILLING to give it up in full.” Narrowing my darkening navy blue eyes as I walked up. The rest of the dwellers, slowly backed away as I growled, my demon wings were showing as I hissed, “Now.. BACK OFF!” The dwellers jumped as my voice bellowed, ending up scattering as the lead dweller, I would assume is, dropped the blade as they scurried off.
Folding my wings behind me as I slowly approached. Stepping up as I knelt down, placing a hand upon his shoulder. I felt him jump as I removed one of the blankets from his head. He was a mess, they’ve beaten him within an inch of his life. Slowly he fell to his side upon the floor, coughing heavley. I moved around, as I saw as to why. Moving his tattered shirt, they had tried to sacrifice him. A wound sat upon his chest, where his soul would of been taken, it was not fresh. It must of been done before they decided to try it here, until I stepped up. I removed my buttoned down shirt from my body, leaving me in a red tank top, placing my shirt upon the wound. Groaning in pain as he moved, “Leave... me...” He groaned out. I moved a few strands of his hair out of his face, speaking softly. “It’s me sire.. You’re safe.. They’re gone..” He coughed heavley, as I looked him over. They had done everything they could think of to try and weaken him so they could get what they wanted.
They had broken some of his bones, which were his ribs, left forearm and both hands. Looking to his wrists, rope burns encircled both wrists, under the rope that kept his hands bound together. Grabbing a blade from within my boot, cutting the rope, tossing it away. “Elias.. Leave me here...” I looked to him, “No.. I’m not leaving you sire... I’m taking you home. You’ll be fine... I promise... Don’t give up..” Slowly opening his left eye to barely a slit, he looked to me. I gasped as I saw the color of his eye was almost gone, nothing but blackness. Closing my eyes, feeling somewhat defeated. “They’ve...taken almost... all of me...” He gently and tried to explain. Running a hand through my hair as he closed his eye once again. “It’s not all gone sire, it can be restored.” “I’m beyond repair, Elias. Do not disobey me, leave me.....” Slowly I moved my hands closing his shirt over mine to keep the wound from becoming worse. “I’m not leaving you sire. I am with you till the end, this is NOT you’re demise. Not while I live and breath.”
Next thing I knew it pain ran through both my shoulders, yelling in pain as I leaned my head back. Screeching was heard as a Dying Darkness Dweller had jammed two knives into my shoulders, one in each. Lowering my head as my blood flowed from the wounds. I growled as I fell onto Lord Calloway, draping myself over his body. They would have to move my dead weight before moving him. Which I highly doubt they could, stupid skinny punks. I heard a grunt as I laid there, next thing I knew I was being moved gently. “Don’t...” I gasped as Sir Layfield and Sir Batista came into my view. Sighing gently as I was placed upon my knees near the Lord.
“Just us Master Eli. We’ve been following you.” Sir Batista explained as some other members of the group were taking care of business. “Is that?...” Sir Layfield questioned as I nodded my head. “It is Sir Layfield. They haven’t completed the task in taking his entire soul yet. But it’s pretty close.” Sir Layfield narrowed his eyes as he saw the blade laying upon the ground, “With that?” He questioned while pointing to the legendary blade laying upon the floor. Sighing as I groaned in pain as I moved, “Yes they weren’t going to play by the rules set within this type of environment. They were going to finish it here without Lord Calloway giving it up willingly.” “Everybody knows he wouldn’t.” Sir Batista added. “What do we do now?” Sir Layfield asked, once again another question.
Looking to the Lord laying there barely alive as I looked to both Sir Batista and Layfield. “If we can get him up somewhere safe within this church I’ll handle the rest. But it has to be within this church, only thing protecting the rights to his soul now.” Layfield and Batista both nodded as I slowly got to my feet, stumbling some. Falling into someone’s arms as I heard a sigh from above, “They got you good Master.” “I know JD, but the Lord is more important right now.” Getting helped to my feet as JD guided me into the back of the church, I would have to speak to someone about hiding out here for awhile. I have made friends here so I was hoping they would help me.
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