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"Dante! Dante! Get up, this is urgent!" Zephiel said, shaking Dante roughly. "What!?" Dante moaned sliding to a stand off of his bed. "What is it?" "No time, get dressed. Now." Zephiel swept past him, heading towards the window. "Damn... Dante! Get dressed!" "Fine," He said, in question. But seeing Zephiel like this made him afraid. Five minutes later, the two swept down to the library. Everyone was waiting, and were gathered around the usual table. Everyone was talking, the voices ranging from whispers to shouts. "Will somebody tell me what is going on here?" Dante said, loud enough to stop all of the other's from their conversations. "Sir," Raven said, kneeling, "Malechai and his daughter are leading an army against us." she said. "They are no more than a day away from the keep, I leanred from an enemy scout that they are punishing us for Jareth's failure at Jonden." Dante pounded his hand onto the table, sending one glass full of thick blood pouring over. "Clean that up and get me a map of the area. NOW!" An hour later, the orders had been said and everyone filed out of the castle on horseback. Dante could hear the footsteps of the opponent, but he could not yet see them. "Your tactical prowess impresses me, Dante." Zephiel said. "Using this technique is what Malechai will least expect, and--" "That is why I am using it, Zephiel. You need to get with the third troop." Dante said sternly. "Yes, sir." Zephiel responded, taken back by his sudden appointment. While Zephiel sped away to meet with Raven and Glen, Dante rearranged the cavaliers and mages into groups equal in power. "You know your orders, move out!" he said, a thin layer of sweat forming on his brow. He raised a hand in signal, and let it drop. At that moment, he charged his horse ahead. An hour later, he met the opponent's army and was allowed entry in order to speak with Malechai. "What is your reasoning, child?" Malechai grunted, the three-Dante, Malechai and his daughter- sat in a small tent with candles illuminating their faces alone. "I demand that you cease this attack." Dante said, his hard tone unwavering. Malechai laughed openly. "Perhaps you have something to back this claim, Young one?" Dante's hand was like lightning as he lept up to the man, gripping his neck and twisting. "I can kill you right now, you worm. My father was arrogant and treated me lightly, but I was only a halfbreed then. With the blood of the Father flowing in my veins, I am more than a match for your entire army. I am your superior in every way, leave this place or die." He threw Malechai onto the dirt floor, wiping hi hand off on his cape.Malechai choked on his own words while Dante gave him a glaring look of hatred. "I will give you one hour to sound the retreat, or I will destroy you myself. You are acting like a child, and you have underestimated my force." "I will not back down from you, youngling." Malechai broke out. "I will desroy you, and crush your father's castle to the ground!!" Dante smiled. "So be it." He swept the guards aside the entrance away with a single hand, and mounted his horse. Raising his voice, he shouted "Your master will be your downfall, you worthless maggots!! Flee now while your legs can carry you, for Malechai has sealed your fate!" With that, he sped from their camp. Once he was outside of the range of archers, Dante let loose an ear-piering whistle, the second sign. Three large balls of fire shot from high in the surrounding mountains, catching tents and enemies aflame as they hit the camp. The cavaliers charged from both sides, ripping down the mountain with ghostly speed. Raven, Glen, Zephiel, and another who Dante could not recognize charged past him with equal speed, even with Glen on foot. "Who is that!?" Dante shouted, but nobody cared to answer him. He growled and spurred his horse into action. By the time Dante got to the camp, all of the tents were widely open and aflame. He tried to pinpoint Malechai and his daughter, but there was too much interference. But, to Dante's suprise, Malechai found him at that very moment. A flaming arrow impaled his steed's crown, and Dante could barely catch himself as the beast took an unexpected tumble into the dirt. When Dante landed, his sword was already drawn. "You will die tonight, young one!" Malechai screeched, leaping at him. His sword bursted into flames, an enchantment that could prove deadly. But Dante was stronger than his oponent, and what he had threatened before was the full truth. Dante shot forward, taking off Malechai's feet with a single swing. The vampire tumbled to the dirty ground, leaving himself open for another slash that took his swordarm. Now swordless, Malechai tried to wriggle his way out of Dante's reach in desperation. "Please!! I beg of you, Dante, Please!!" "I warned you, creature." Dante murmered. "I am more powerful than any vampire alive today. You should have seen this ahead of time..." He plunged his blade far into the man's skull. "I will see you in hell." Dante had changed. For the better or worse was unknown, but he was truly the most powerful vampire alive at that time. Soon enough, the last of Malechai's army was tracked down and destroyed. Dante approached the point where the Order had agreed to meet, and he sorted his way through to the person who he could not identify. "You?" He said, "Why have you sided with...?" "My father," Malechai's daughter said with a grin, "Was a pompous fool. I take more after my mother." "What is your name?" "Katalina Charlotte." she said, and walked away briskly. "Don't worry, Dante." Zephiel said. "She's safe. In fact, it's thanks to her that Malechai didn't catch us in our beds. We owe her our thanks." "Yeah... I guess she can stay." Dante seemed to still be in question, but Katalina no longer had a leader to betray for. "Katalina!" He shouted after her, running to catch up.
Jareth Black · Fri Jan 13, 2006 @ 11:38pm · 1 Comments |
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