World of Vesfalya: A battle of Deusa Hemera and Angelus Mortis
I was taken a back at the sight of Ljosalfars and the execritus fighting against Angelus Mortis’ orcs and trolls. I breathed deeply, holding tight onto my sceptre.
“Jogue fora os traidores.” I whispered the spell to myself as my sceptre turns black from snow white, turning the traitors who comes in my way into stone. As I slowly walk up to my castrum, my seraphs met me at the gates and surrounded me while I was walking to my throne. The canons, swords and screams of my people are not what my kingdom should be filled. I worry for my people, they should not be in any harm for they did not do any harm to others.
My ancestor, Oerba didn’t locked herself away from people to see them suffering like this. And I, Duesa Hemera shall fulfil her wills for Vesfalya, especially Luxilium. But I always knew to myself that this was bound to happen. That Angelus and I were meant to battle just like our ancestors. Although, I never wanted that happen, I always shrugged off the thought out of my head and treated him like the other rulers. Fate has never failed me, really. Angelus shall take after his ancestor, Djinn who is the Bringer of Balance and Free Will shall be cast out from Vesfalya. That, I cannot allow.
From the first day I became I aware of where I stand, what my purpose is and who am I to my people, I always told myself to obey and follow Oerba’s image. I have always been kind to my people and has always done what is best for them for that is what they deserve. My five Seraphs, who has also been with me from the very start, never failed to protect me and this kingdom from harm. Grannus is associated with spas, the sun, and healing injuries and wounds through thermal and mineral springs. Vulcan has an advantage in any fire work, he is capable of producing fire that would also come out of volcanoes and with one touch, anyone and anything would turn into ash. Zephyrus, a seraph who can predict the season though wind and also has the capability of summoning the winds as an attack. Yeduri has the power of talking to wild animals and also has the command for them to unite and attack. Lastly, Argus is in charge of the shield around my castrum, that is why nothing can ever break down or even shake this convent.
I have always been told that Oerba, my ancestor shut herself out to give people their free will and that is a sacrifice a queen always must be willing to do for their people. For ljosalfars and even the people of Vesfalya, I have always been willing.
“Grannus e Vulcan, ajude-os agora.” (Grannus and Vulcan, help them now.) I spoke as I was watching the bloody battle from the top of my castrum. I shall face Angelus alone because he is way stronger than his creatures and I know his target is me. “Yeduri, reunir as criaturas para atacar.” (Yeduri, gather the animals for attack.) The three seraphs nodded and flew out of the castrum to fulfil their duties. So I did wha I had to do as well, teleporting from the top of the castrum to the grounds of Luxilium where it has become a battlefield. I stood and pressed my hands together and to every orc and troll I look at, it will burn instantly.
“Electrificar aquales que significam mal.” (Electrify those who mean harm.) The words commanded through my brain was obeyed by my sceptre, electrifying hundreds of these creatures. As I was burning the orcs, a familiar breeze came rushing through my skin. Anger, greed and resentful aura surrounding him just by sensing him from my peripheral vision. So I take my eyes off his creatures, holding onto my sceptre that stood next to me and turned to face Angelus who stopped walking just a few steps away from me. Behind him followed thousands more of his orcs, trolls with dragons even this time. From my lips a smile drew as we both finally looked into each other’s eyes.
“Angelus.” I greeted, eyeing him from head to toe. His expression of wanting to tear me apart and collect my blood did not bring an ounce of fear to my soul.
“Hemera.” He greeted back with a sarcastic tone and a sarcastic smile. I let out a deep sigh.
“I believe we have something to discuss about.” I said, my eyes wandering around to the battle that has come to my kingdom.
“You can stop this now if you surrender.” He offered as my smile grew wider at his silly suggestion.
“This can only be stopped if you stop it yourself.” I responded, tightening my grip to my sceptre.
“Vesfalya won’t last long with free will. It only destroys balance and order from this world.” He exclaimed.
“Vesfalya was perfectly at peace until you let your greed be the one to control your being.” I immediately said, feeling a bit impatient from this conversation. Knowing that the longer this battle takes, the more my people will suffer and eventually die.
“Enough talking!” He yelled and took out his sword, pointing at me. I didn’t budge instead I closed my eyes and breathed heavily before turning my sceptre into a sword and pointing it at him as well.
“I don’t want it to be this way, Angelus.” I talked once more for consideration but it seems like his mind is really set to having a revolution.
“This? This is for Vesfalya. Attack!!!” He screamed and the creatures behind him started running towards me and attacking me with their axes, but with glad I know how to protect myself and definitely know how to win a sword fight. Angelus was only watching, waiting for my defeat so he could collect my blood and revive my ancestor, Oerba. His intention is to bring back Oerba so all other ancestors would also come back to destroy free will and regain balance into Vesfalya.
“This isn’t for Vesfalya’s sake! This is for your own!” I jumped and cut off the head of one of his dragons, landing perfectly on my own feet. I let out a sigh and turned my attention to Angelus who had an amused expression that I simply want to slap off his face.
“Stop this or you will leave me no choice.” I warned, my sword turning back into a sceptre.
“Or what? You actually think your empty threats will affect me, Hemera?” I rolled my eyes at his words.
“You don’t deserve to be a leader of Vesfalya.” I muttered as my sceptre electrocuted his body but he didn’t even budge. My eyes widened in disbelief.
“Nothing in your power will defeat me so don’t even try!” He drew his sword, almost hitting my chest but I quickly turned around, hitting my arm instead. The sharp pain caused me to feel unease, feeling a certain urge in me that should never be let out. It will be too dangerous for my kingdom. I am the Divine Light, the Deusa of Luxilium and what’s important is the safety of my people and for Oerba’s sacrifices to be not put to waste.
I pressed my hands together, closed my eyes and prayed. The sun shined brightly, thousands of orcs burning into ashes. I felt Argus’ shield around me but this won’t last long. I opened my eyes and saw Angelus trying to get his sword through the shield.
“Queime e sofra.” I muttered under my breath but my spell seemed useless to him. He should be rotting in his own flesh but nothing is working. I am really getting frustrated! I can’t seem to find out the reason why my powers aren’t working when it comes to this monster. Argus’ shield wore off as I stood up, the wound on my arm almost being unrecognizable. There is one thing I haven’t done and that one thing is what I promise not ever to do.
“Angelus, stop this nonsense! Bringing them back won’t do no good for Vesfalya. There will only be more deaths and wars!” I said, even if my words seemed like nothing to him.
“Balance is what will make Vesfalya better and I don’t need you to understand that.” I closed my eyes and held my sceptre tightly upon his response. I had enough of this and I can no longer watch my people suffer like this. My sceptre turned into an axe, fighting head to head with Angelus. Upon battling, a child running away from an orc stumbled and landed on Angelus’ feet.
“Spare her!” I yelled as my eyes followed his hand that grabbed her by her neck.
“I will if you surrender, Deusa Hemera.” His hostile tone made me feel that unwanted urge inside me, making my fists turn white. “Hey kid, this is the one who leads your kingdom. Deusa that can’t sacrifice herself for her own people!” He laughed upon seeing the child’s tears roll down her cheeks. But before I could even draw my axe into attacking his arm, he twisted her neck that resulted to her death.
“No!” I screamed, falling into my knees. For a moment I questioned myself I deserved to be leading this kingdom but that urge got control of most of my being that made me stood up and close my eyes. His laughs and the battle right behind me grew faint, as if everything became silent for a moment before I opened my eyes again.
“Foda você morre agora.” I whispered while my hand slowly reaches for the sky, the sun shined brighter but instead of burning light, rays of burning thunder struck upon Angelus Mortis and his creatures that caused them to be torn apart with their bloods everywhere except for him. He froze and fell to the ground, his arms and legs twitching from a strong shock. A black gem fell and rolled on the ground from the back of his head, cracking and it tore into half. That must have been the reason why my abilities weren’t working upon him. My breathing got a bit unusual and felt everything spinning. Zephyrus carried me back to my castrum and on our way back, my mind felt at ease upon the sounds of wind and trees swaying. As he sat me back on to my throne, Grannus started healing my injuries and in a few moments I finally felt better and back to normal.
That is a spell one ahjumma told me not to use. It is against my ancestor and my abilities itself and if worse comes to worse, it can be the cause of my kingdom’s end. Finally, my seraphs entered the castrum with Angelus’ body in their arms and his hands secured by cuffs. Yeduri pushed him that made him fall on to his knees in front of me and his head bowed down.
“They will come back, whether you like it or not.” He mumbled with a laugh, almost sounding too desperate.
“As long as I live, this kingdom and Vesfalya won’t witness that.” I responded.
“Pelle et volvere se in illum sal, et processus repetit.” I commanded my seraphs as they all nodded and took Angelus in to the deepest part of Luxilium where he will be skinned, rolled into a room of salt and that will be repeated until his life comes to an end.
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