Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrifice ❯ Slipping ( Chapter 65 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: MellyN

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Sacrifice

By: Melissa Norvell

Chapter 65: Slipping

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"We'll take out a vast majority if this works," Tsurugi told the long-haired girl below him. Undine looked up at him and informed him that there would be a fewer amount left, plus Baratone. "Too bad we can't get rid of them all."

Of course, Tsurugi knew that it would be too easy to do something like that.

"We'd kill our team mates if we did that," Undine replied. The risks were too great. They would have to specify their attack to only hit the enemy or go into regions where their allies were not present.

"Well, are you ready?" The blonde angel asked with a smile.

Undine nodded in response.

The angel started up his attack by throwing by arms out in front of him with his first and last fingers extended. He closed his heavenly blue eyes and said the phrase, 'Tornadic Winds' as he summoned his attack to come fourth. Winds began to flow from his extended hands and form into harsh gales. Undine was right behind him with her tidal wave attack. The female throw her arms out to either side as a large stream of water rushed around her and headed up towards the direction of the wind. As the two combined, the water was pulled up through the wind, forming a small typhoon.

The large attack shot into the air and moved across the land swiftly, taking out a massive number of Catholics. Both of the creators controlled the attack so that it would not go near the areas that their team mates resided in. Across the battle field, Baratone heard the whirling of the air, thunderous noises and the screaming of his men. The long-haired priest turned swiftly and his eyes widened upon the sight of the typhoon.

"What?" He asked faintly as he stared at the monstrosity of a storm in horror as the typhoon savagely ripped up his army, sweeping hundreds of men into the funnel. It was something that could not be stopped with his own magic and definitely something that would become a large hindrance to his army if it continued along it's path of destruction.

"What will you do now, sir? Now that you have no men to protect you?" Lord Bass asked from a short distance away. The black-clad priest swiftly turned, his long, tresses following his head movement as he did and saw the winged canine, looking to him in question.

With his enemy so close, he could not help but to find opportunity in the moment. "This! Celestial Light!" The priest shoved forth his golden cross and it released a burst of golden light, flinging the demon lord backwards.

Fife gently lifted Keiji's torso, checking his body over for injuries and looking at the boy's face with concern. "Are you alright?" When it came to his feelings for the other boy, it was anything but a lie.

The green-haired martyr was about to respond when a soldier came from behind and raised his sword to the vampire in an attempt to stab him in the back. Keiji called out his name and a smile crept onto the prince's face.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Fife said playfully before the soldier was stopped in his tracks by a rock spire that had come through the ground and pierced his chest. The soldier's form went limp as he dangled, suspended by only the spire. The vampire then turned back to his donor and asked if he was alright a second time. Keiji placed a hand along the laceration on his chest. He could feel the blood surfacing, staining his hand red. The touch was short-lived as the prince gently took his hand away and began to run his tongue across the cut, causing a slight sting.

"Can't let that blood go to waste, Keiji-kun," Fife told him lowly, his voice even sounded a little sexual. That caused the green-haired boy to blush slightly at both the contact and the context of his sentence.

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Hiroshima flapped his powerful wings and managed to blow some of his enemies away. He had been fighting for a while and he was beginning to run low on blood. The angel had not seen Azmy in sight either. Hiroshima wondered where she could have gone to and also, why she had not been nearby. 'Damn it, where is that girl?' The angel wondered as he began to get half-lidded.

"Damn...I need blood..."

Suddenly, a soldier jumped on his back in an attempt to wrestle him to the ground. Hiroshima struggled a bit but he finally managed to get the soldier off by flipping him over his shoulder. His movement had slowed down and it seemed as if it took all of his strength to pitch him as far as he did.

"I'm so tired..." The angel's breath was slightly heavy as he struggled to keep his eyes open. 'I've never felt so drained like this. I hate it...I hate how this regulates my power...'

Azmy took a loose helmet that she had found and slammed it into the back of a soldier's neck, causing him to go down. Another man nearby saw the girl and attempted to slice her in half but she skillfully and gracefully jumped up, then jumped off of his head, shoving his helmet down into his eyes. That height difference caused her to sight the angel from across the battle field. It turned out that they weren't far away from each other.

The girl smiled, happy to have found him. 'I see him!' She called out his name, running towards him as fast as she could. The girl jumped a few times, quickening up her pace as she finally landed by his side at the third jump.

"It's about time," Hiroshima replied with a crooked smile, happy to see her.

Azmy quickly went to work. She unraveled her wrist, where she had been bitten before and held it out for her master. "Here!" She said all in one breath. Soon after, she felt the angel's long fangs sink into her skin as he gently sucked the blood from her body.

Slate blue eyes looked to the gray skies as she frowned to herself. 'Sometimes, I wish you would just drain me dry...'

It seemed like just as she was lost in thought, Hiroshima had finished and told her that he was ready to go. He shot out in front of her as he preformed his Crimson Slash, the powerful whip-like blade of red energy swept through the army, chopping up many of the soldiers that stood in his way.

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"Mistress, I hear that the legend now resides in Sumeria," Zangief reported as he walked into the darkened room.

"Yes, and slight altercations have been made to where the legend wears down sooner," Soel studied that battle before her that was projected onto the wall. "He has become a vampire and relies on the blood of another to sustain his life."

"With his current curse, will this weaken him further?" The cyborg angel asked.

"It will make him easier to capture. Once I get him captured, I can release the curses and spells that bind him. It would benefit him to come with us."

"Ceres hasn't shown up yet," Eclipse informed from her position, resting against the wall with her arms folded over her large chest and one leg over the other casually.

"It's just as well. I told her not to come back until she has finished her job," Soel replied. This was Ceres' last chance. If she dared to show her face with another failure, then Soel would deal with her herself. This plan was not one to tolerate failure in any way and Ceres owed her far too much to fail her now.

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Fife managed to help Keiji up after filling himself up on the leaking blood. He turned to his donor and asked him if he was sure that he wanted to go back into battle.

"It's just a cut. I'll try not to lose any more blood for you," Keiji smiled and winked. Fife actually looked a little confused by the gesture and blinked.

A soldier charged Keiji from behind as he tried to end his life but he was blasted away by Zangetsu's water blast attack. The ex-Nighthawk Ninja stood to the side of the two males and asked if they were both alright. Keiji thanked him for his help.

Treble flew through the skies, chopping up any soldier that got in his way. He would not attack someone unless they attacked him. A few of them tried to jump at him and attack him but they were quickly taken care of. His blue eyes scanned through the masses on the ground as he searched for any sign of Baratone. "This is bothersome. I don't see Baratone anywhere."

Two swords clashed as Baratone and Bass were engaged in a sword fight. The two of them pushed on each other's swords but neither would give in and let the other overpower them.

"It's just you and me, chap," Bass stared into the priest's eyes.

"You won't stand in my way," Baratone replied with blazing determination.

"We'll see about that!" The winged canine shot back and charged forward, trying to cut the priest in half, but the man jumped out of the way. Bass then pointed his sword up and called out the phrase, "dancing light" as a beam of white light shot from the tip of the blade.

"What?" Baratone exclaimed as his form was bathed in white light. He looked down only to be instantly blasted. The force of the attack shot him into the air as he yelled out.

"Now things will get interesting," Bass flew into the air and drew back his fist. It landed in the priest's stomach, knocking his glasses off and causing him to caught up a bit of blood. Baratone then brought his fist up and swung around, landing a hit in on the right side of his face. The winged canine was blind in that eye, so he did not see it coming. This caused Bass to release Baratone as he held the side of his face in pain.

The Catholic priest free fell for a good three minutes, his uniform and long, black hair fluttered around him as he descended to the ground. He then clasped his hands together in prayer. "Gentle Winds, please place me in a safe location." Baratone said as winds began to swirl around him, slowing his fall and gently laying him on the ground.

'That bloody wanker...' An angry Lord Bass through as he looked below him, holding his cheek with a blue gloved hand. 'How did he know that I was blind in my right eye?'

"Winds of Torment! Vanquish this evil!" Baratone called out, holding his golden cross, which caused the winds to violently swirl around his form, gaining in speed. He then sent them at the airborne demon.

"What the bloody hell?" Bass flew away from the winds. He tried with all of his might to outrun then but he was eventually sucked into them. The winged canine struggled against the harsh winds as they sliced up his body, causing cyclone cuts (1) on his skin and clothes. "Cyclone cuts." The demon stated the obvious. He knew he had to get out of his predicament before the cyclone cuts killed him.

"Arsenal Battery!" Treble called out as his arsenal of swords rained down from the skies, killing several soldiers on their way down.

"What an interesting attack!" Tsurugi commented as he watched from his position in the sky.

"He's very skilled," Undine watched the weaponry fall.

"I expect no less from Lord Treble. He is the wise man of Sumeria." If anyone knew how to survive, it would be Lord Treble.

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Baratone dodged the swords as they fell down on him. As he was dodging, one of the swords shot across, barely missing his chest, however, when he dodged backwards from the previous swords, his necklace flew into the air and the next sword snagged it, cutting it from his neck. His golden cross fell on the ground.

"No!" The priest called out, trying to dive for it but the cross was kicked across the ground by a heeled, black, leather shoe with a buckle. He looked up at the offender that had kicked his magical item across the ground.

"Damn you!" He cursed.

It was Ko.

"You don't need that, pal!" The white-haired girl replied as she tried to stab him but he was too quick and rolled across the ground, dodging her strike as the blade dug into the ground. He rolled across the ground and popped up, then he tried to punch her in the face but received a harsh surprise. Chichiri had managed to reach his face first.

"Chichiri!" Ko shouted in surprise. She didn't even see him coming and wondered where he had come from.

"No need to thank me," the blonde rubbed his hand.

"I could have handled it. I'm not weak. Now, I'm going to show him my true potential. No holding back," the white-haired female closed her eyes and spoke strongly. She could no longer avoid it. Ko knew that she had to let her secret be known. The tall woman swung her sword over her shoulder and held onto the hilt.

"Ko, I thought you didn't know how to fight." Or at least, that was what she had told him anyway.

The girl turned her head away from the blonde. "I lied. I've been fighting for a while."

This was news to Chichiri. "What?"

"I stopped because of my past and I wanted to avoid this situation all together but I can't anymore," Ko then opened her eyes and got into the striking position. "I have to face my past head on."

"Is everyone here hiding something from me?" Chichiri asked. First it was Hiroshima, then Fife and now Ko. Who else had secrets that he didn't know about? So much for honesty!

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"Why don't you use your ninja powers?" Hiroshima looked to his donor.

"I'm just a gunner. I never tried to be a ninja," Azmy replied sadly.

"Why?" The blood practically ran in her veins. Hiroshima couldn't understand why she wouldn't want to develop that power that had been flowing through her for generations. She had a lot of talent just fighting and he could see that. It was a shame to let it all go to waste.

"I'm not good enough," the girl shot two soldiers that ran up behind the angel. "Got you," the girl held her gun close to her chest with the barrel pointed towards the heavens.

"Where is everyone?" Hiroshima glanced behind him to see the fallen soldiers.

"I don't know. I don't see them anywhere, do you?" The short-haired girl looked around.

"I see Tsurugi and one of the winged canines but that's all," from his position, Hiroshima could see his mate and Lord Bass but no one else could be pointed out in the masses of moving armies.

"Maybe we're too far away," Azmy replied.

"This must be all of Baklava's army. They aren't messing around this time, they mean to end it all," the legend could tell that the soldiers had improved since they had last faught. They were harder to beat and there was twice as many. Baratone had been preparing long and hard since they had arrived at the castle. This would be no easy task. The vampires and Catholics were fighting with everything they had. He could only hope that they made it through this war successfully.

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"What are you going to do, King Vasca?" Zephynthos approached his king. There was only a few of them inside of the castle - all to protect their king and even they knew that they could no longer hide while the vampires, Prince Fife, Vasca's friends- old and new, and the Catholics killed each other off.

"I can no longer track them without my mirror. We'll just have to hope for the best," Vasca worried for the other's safety and more importantly, his son's life. The vampire trusted Hiroshima and Tsurugi. He knew of their abilities and hoped that they would deliver his son back to him safely.

"Why did you not allow us to accompany them in war?" Zuri asked. They were some of the strongest beings in Sumeria. She didn't see the point in staying behind. The harpy thought that Vasca should also be out there; as he was in the last war but she knew that it was also important that he stay inside so that he did not get killed off.

"I need you all to protect me and this castle," Vasca's words were low and defeated. Despite wanting to protect his son, he knew that it was more important to stay inside of the castle, where he would be safe.

"Right, I'll make those Catholics sorry that they ever came here." Zephynthos was shining a knife that he had pulled from the strap on his leg.

"I pray for their success...I hope that Treble and Bass will protect him well," Vasca replied. Lord Bass was his most loyal and dedicated servant. He knew that his son was in good hands with him.

"Well, they are the finest in Sumeria and they know everything," Mikunai pointed out. The two of them were older them most any vampire, reaching into their 700's age wise.

"Yes, but last time we fought Baratone, Lord Bass was blinded in his right eye when he was trying to protect me," Vasca glanced at the ground sadly. He felt guilty for the accident and knew that Bass had a disadvantage in fighting when it came to his right side because of it.

"But he wasn't bitter about it," Constantine told him as memories flooded both of their senses of that fateful day.

Constantine had come across Lord Bass, walking down the hallway. The blonde vampire could see that he was wearing an eye patch, despite his large, blue and black Roman helmet. She stopped and decided to question him on the matter.

'You're wearing an eye patch. What happened?' She asked.

'It's nothing. I was simply doing my job!' The British-speaking demon seemed happy, as if being wounded on the job was a great honor, and it was. 'I saved the king and that's all you should know.'

'You're hurt,' the blonde sympathized.

'It isn't his fault. Please don't blame him,' Bass dismissed sadly. He knew that the king had been pained by his injury, even though he had told him many times not to be bothered with it. It was upsetting to both he and the king. 'This is my burden alone to bear.'

"That's what he said to me," Constantine explained the events that ran through her head.

"I don't want to see it happen again," Vasca replied lowly.

"You're just like Fife," Helix pointed out. He had only known the prince for a short time but he had noticed many similarities between the two.

"Hm?" The dark-haired vampire glanced at the white-haired man, wondering how they resembled each other simply by sentence alone.

"Just as you wish to protect Lord Bass, he wishes to protect his friends as well."

"This will not be the same situation, however," Shizume replied darkly.

"What do you mean?" Mikunai asked.

"In this war, one of them will die."

...To Be Continued

NOTES

1. Cyclone Cut- In a manga, when winds are able to cut flesh and clothes, they are called cyclone cuts.