Chapter Twentyone

                                    

                                          

No one.
They could not recognize their love. What has been made out of her. No, what she always was. 
Fear was too weak to describe the effect her presence had on the Tantibus. Terror barely matched their ripped open eyes as they attempted to flee. 
Before anyone could realize her moving, bodies were torn and cut into slices of meat that collapsed onto the cold stone. The one that broke her arm earlier dropping first. 
Laughter of the most evil, ghastly nature and success echoed through the hall. Octavius had a egomaniacal look in his eyes and he slowly clapped as he approached her. "My deaconess of Destruction!" Her eyes tore open more, dozens and dozens staring into him. The blackness of her orbs was grazed by golden streaks and only now one could realize how constricted her pupils were. "Be my tool, my infamous butcherer, for I am the one who has wakened you!"
Octavius felt the weight of her gaze only as he got caught in it. She stood unmoving for several moments as a trail of ashes brushed over the floor. There was no emotion to see, nor feel from her as she watched what used to be flesh breeze past her legs. 
She walked several slow steps into the shadow and bend down, her wide eyes moving over the dust before she picked up one of the countless black robes that no longer had an owner. Only in the absence of the sun she appeared to have her normal body back. Shaking off some of the ashes she slipped into the cloth and bound it around her waist neatly, turning away from the master. 
"Diacon of Destruction! Obey my command!" Her eyes set on Octavius again, nothing in her orbs. "I am the one to awaken you, you are my servant!"
"I am a servant to no one." Her voice was as cold as could be as she stepped over torn corpses. 
"Obey my orders! Kill them, kill those in the back!" He pointed his finger and grunted. „Kill those from the Nowhere!" 
For just a second she shot the group a glance from the corner of her eye. "I obey to no one."
The confidence Octavius used to have was gone and he clenched his fists, grunting angrily as she continued to leave. "My servants," he spoke with a raspy tone before roaring out, "she is a failure, an imperfection! The prophecy has abandoned us." He earned shouts of approval and smirked before pointing at her. "End her!"
Screams errupted all around them, they stared as they watched masses charge at her; masses that became rapidly growing piles of corpses. Nolen wanted to sprint towards her as well, but Wrem blocked his way, wrapping her arms around his torso. 
"It's too late, Nolen. It's just like Maddox said, she," her voice broke off as she gritted her teeth, "she remembers. She wants nothing but death to us anymore."
"She's right." Erros put a hand on Nolen's shoulder. "There is nothing left to do."
Nolen's body tensed as a guttural scream left his lungs and it took every ounce of self control he had to not loose himself within his storm of emotions. 
"We still have us," she whispered, "we have to get out while we do." He gritted his teeth and grunted harshly as she softly pulled at him, signaling him to move.
They had to move. All knew it. And so they began to make their way over all the rubble, past the danger of the sun. Miles tried to fight his feelings off, bracing his muscles as he tilted his head away as they began walking. 
Fellon choked his best friend's name out, raising his hand as his fingers slid over his chest. "Please... don't leave her."
Miles' features became torn and he squeezed his best friend as a palm found his shoulder. Glancing to the side he noticed Erros standing at his side with a defeated look in his eyes that stared on the ground.