We were on the way back to the safe house when I found time to speak with my sister, "Where's Tyler?" I asked with apprehension in my voice. I feared he was dead. I may not have known him for long, only speaking to him until we split into two groups a week ago, but he seemed like a model SpellSword. Considerate, kind, honourable but dangerous. "I sent him out to get Ryan, then he'll bring Ryan to us and Tyler will go get help. We're out of our depth here, that's obvious" she said the last part in a disappointed tone, no doubt she wanted to handle it with just me and her like usual, but even I could tell we were out of our depth.
[The following is three days after arriving in Midnas, there had been small skirmishes but nothing else of interest had happened]
At my sister's request, I left our 'safe zone' to investigate the corpses we left when the Vampire intervened, she had held off sending me there because she worried that it would hurt me. I found the area, there were signs of the bodies being dragged away, their yellowish blood soaking the snow. Some of their insides were left behind... I followed. I didn't want to, but I followed nonetheless. Rounding corners I thought were ambushes, through close alleys and the occasional open space. Until I found it. A space wider than the rest, in the ruins of a large house, burnt down, was a shrine. An altar. Decorating the area were the corpses of those I slayed, but that monstrous creature that began to form lay on a slab of carved stone, intricately carved with Magic infused letters from a language that carved itself out of my mind every time I tried to memorise it. I had gotten closer to reading it when a voice interrupted my investigation.
"A sacrifice for the life of this child!" "A remedy by death!" "Kill The Butcher!" A multitude of voices calling for my death came from around me, these had their masks hanging from their belts. Ten Cultists, each with one of those easily broken blades. "For the True God!" called one of the voices, he brought up his dagger and stabbed himself in the stomach, yellowed blood sprayed out of his wound as he drew his dagger. A smile on his face, a look of... Ecstasy? I shivered, focusing on them and placing the runes at the back of my mind.
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The white-spotted Raven watched us. They all began to chant, and the one that stabbed himself rose into the air, laughing. "Go to Hell," I said as I raised my hand toward the floating man, Lightning sparking around my body, the hair of some of the cultists rising with electrical power, then a bright arc of light struck the man, and he exploded. His bloated remains dotting the area. "NO!" one of the cultists screamed, she dropped to the ground, as if mourning her child. I walked over to her, drawing my sword, she stared up at me in shock and fear, her eyes begged for mercy so I split her skull in two. The others watched with fear, exclaiming and cursing me. "For the True God..." spoke one of them as I moved to the next cultist, I turned to him, only to watch his head burst. As if spurred by the events the skulls of the remaining people erupted.
"Are you pleased with yourself, Butcher?" A voice from behind me. I snapped around. A tall slender man dressed in black robes decorated in purple, wearing a white mask with a painted eye in blackened blood in the centre of his forehead. "You have halted the beautiful birth of his child, twice. They now sit here, awaiting your death to complete their birth. So I ask you again, 'Are you pleased with yourself?'" His voice rang in my head like a bell, his hands were interlocked with each other. "Mark my words, Butcher. You will pay for this." Then he vanished. The only signs he was here were his footprints and the air that clapped, filling the space he had occupied. I withdrew an Elven Caster - [A caster is a stone created by Elves that allows for long-distance communication, the only requirement to talk to someone is that you be in a ten-mile radius of each other.] - and tuned to speak to my sister. "Rina, I have a problem you could help with..."