End of a Hunt
Malek pierced his glaive through the vampire, its hardened hide had no hope to the blessed steel nor his own strength. From pectoral to shoulder blade, the Sarafan Lord twisted and worked through as the creature hissed and screamed in the sweet agony. Its claws swung but couldnāt reach its killer, whose cool steel-grey eyes glared unblinking.Ā
āMay the One God provide the mercy that you had no found in this life.ā He prayed, ripping his weapon back with the hot sizzling of cursed blood through a wound that refused to reknit as it would by a lesser blade. The walking corpse vomited the blackened vigor that it stole from three unfortunate victims the night before, unaware of the holy man hunting it down through the Termogant Forest.
No man would dare enter these woods but he.Ā
Shocked eyes stared at Malek, whether in disbelief that death was still a possibility in its perceived immortality or it would still be prayed to in its heinous existence. Either way, its blood was poisoned and functions were slowed from fighting as fiercely. A heart as the warrior-priest swept his weapon in one sharp, simplistic arc. Its head sent flying and body jerking like a insect, swinging and walking in lost coordination.Ā
Malek stepped to the side, watching it before impaling the vampireās corpse through its squirting back-wound and pierced the black heart. A screech through severed vocals and ether, the beastās body stiffened as if in rigorous mortis. All of its will gone.Ā
A hymn of prayer as he caressed his heftās length, its sacred glyphs glowing and released the holy light through the blade. The body burning inside out to a flash of sudden embers.Ā
āPaladin!ā A voice called out, beckoning Malek to glance over in militant swiftness. One of this fellow priests approached by horseback, the paladinās own barded mare following with.Ā āAh, thank you, Justina. I feared she ran too far in when the vampire attacked us.āĀ
āNay, my Paladin. She had came onto us, managed to save Lance and Wales.āĀ
Malek whirled his glaive to the side, feeling the crumbling skull crushing under his boot as he approached the two. Palm cupping the mareās cheek,Ā āOnce more, you provide us strength, Lady Mary.ā The proud horse nickered, a beautiful gift from Lady Ceres, Guardianess of Nature. The very same woman who sent him onto the vampire forĀ ācorrupting her beautiful landā.Ā
The sins these monsters commit on the people and Nosgoth herself was appeal. The only tear he shall shed for them is the evil that roused them all from their rightful judgement. One day, that winged devil high in the mountains will have his due...
One day.

















