It was a startling piece of architecture and almost all those who entered the enormous building seemed to take a moment to gaze up in wonder. It was the home of the holy, a place where those of all religions could come together and worship in peace. There was even an aura to it, one that seemed to ease the darkest of minds and to give all those who entered a sense of calm and tranquillity. No doubt that was why so many enjoyed the confines of it as the minds of men were so easily led in to darkness and temptation, victims and slaves to their own wants and desires. The church tried to teach that such vices were best left locked away in the back of people's minds, to be tightly controlled and to never be released. Only then could a person become truly free and only then would they be able to follow the path of righteousness and would one day walk the halls of the afterlife, free of their burdens and to forever be at one with the almighty and those dwell in the heavens. Oh, it was a soul stirring sentiment and an ideal that so many seemed to want to believe.
However, one such figure did not agree with that ideal and it was she that would soon point out the errors in that train of thought. She knew that what those fools actually wanted was to become a soulless and cowardly cockroach, to kneel down and bow their heads and surrender themselves to those who calm to be superior, while the bishops of the church simply grew fat and lazy, accepting any and all gifts which were given as tribute. They were just useless sacks of meat in truth but unbeknownst to them, they had another purpose. One with which they would finally actually be of use. Not to the people but to the goddess who was slowly approaching the building. She had already begun striking blows against those in the heavens but and the time had come to strike another, to rile them even further and perhaps to force their hand. What better place to do that then by hitting them where it hit the most? Their pride. The pinkette was uncertain of what the response would be but she had never been the type to worry about the unknown. With any luck, they might just send down another being for her to devour. That was the hope anyway.
She had been watching the place for an hour or so from the branches of a large tree, amusing herself by simply watching the ants as they entered the building, their miserable looking faces seeming to brighten up the moment that they felt the castle's aura. It was rather pathetic in truth and a feeling shared by her godly partner, stirring inside her mind. Valara was always in the mood for some type of excitement but whenever it concerned the holy, that feeling seemed to multiply. Her desire to bring death upon those who followed religion only grew by the day and her obsession with it had quickly been taken on by Sarisha as well. They were so well in tune with each other and what one wished, so did the other and every sensation seemed to be doubled, which just caused them to crave the perverse and more violent side of their natures even more so. It was an endless cycle, one that they hoped would never be broken. Together, they were a force of nature that few could truly deal with, a lesson that they would teach once more today.
Jumping out of the tree and landing softly on the ground, the tall pinkette made her way towards the entrance of the church, barely noticing the mortals around her that she passed at all at that point. The time for simply watching was over and she had surprised herself somewhat that she had managed to simply gaze for so long without taking any actual action. Was she perhaps getting a little soft? Pftt, the hell with that thought. Her capture by the port guards in her previous encounter had irritated her beyond belief and perhaps that was what had caused her to become more cautious. Either way, that caution was swiftly swept away as her lust began to come to the surface and her heart began to race at the thought of what she was about to do. She had not felt the sweet embrace of battle since her escape from the port jail and even though it had not been all that long, the sheer longing that the mage felt made it feel that it had been years since she had last she blood. It was truly bizarre, her partners influence no doubt but given the fact that Valara had been unable to feel for eons, it made perfect sense.
The holy aura had a somewhat different effect on Sarisha and she felt bile enter her mouth as she drew closer to the place. Annoyed, she spat out the substance, much to the chagrin of those around her but simply gave them a look which easily convinced them to keep their mouths shut. It amused her a great deal to be able to do such a thing with only a glance, a habit that she had picked up from the water goddess, a look that she had received before they had bonded. It was as though she was looking through you, not at you, able to see what is inside your head and soul with a simple glance. Sarisha had won more than once fight by simply paralysing her opponents with a glare. It was not an ability or a spell, simply a mind game that spread doubt and fear. So simple, yet effective. Although in fairness, her fights were so short that they never truly had much time to be afraid anyway. They were usually on their back and at her mercy, just the way she liked it.
"Halt!" a voice cried out, causing the group that she was walking with to stop. Standing at the top of the stairs leading in to the castle was a bishop. A portly man in white robes, holding a cross in his left hand and a cane in his right. "You, pink haired woman, leave this place and do not return. There is no place in our castle for a damned creature such as yourself. Turn around and go back the way you came this instant. Quickly, my children, come inside and be free from this heartless beast, before she lures you away from the sacred path."
A small smile crossed Sarisha's features at his words but that was the only response from her at first. She made no effort to stop the people from entering and waited until it was just her and the bishop remaining before she said anything. "Sacred path my ass," were her first words, mocking in tone, "You claim to be followers of the gods but do you honestly beleive that they will look fondly on you for hoarding the gifts that they are supposed to be for them? Oh yes, I know precisely what is happening here, it is simply a con and exploitation of the weak. The deities have no interest in the likes of you and in fact, you and all of your kind are simply parasites, nothing more."
"Blasphemy!" The bishop answered, "What would a blood loving savage such a yourself know of such things? We are well aware of your links to the banished goddess and are well prepared to defend ourselves from you. We know of your quest to destroy the heavens and will do all in our power to stop you from doing so. The divine are more than happy with our organisation and greatly appreciate our devotion. So much so that they were even willing to leave a small gift for us, should you ever make your way here. You made a grave error in killing Abeline, kin slayer and the king of the gods was most annoyed by her death. I am sure that is what you wished for though, yes? You clearly have a death wish by aligning with that blue skinned abomination."
At the moment that he had dared to insult her partner, Sarisha darted forwards and used her Torrent God's Claw ability to slash his throat, causing blood to gush out, before he crashed to the floor, his life instantly ended. The mild look of amusement that had been across her face had been replaced by one of malice. She then picked up the cross that he had been carrying and impaled his body with it, before moving towards his cane and breaking it with her foot. A simple message for anyone who would attempt to follow her in to the castle.
The castle was vast but Sarisha had a fair idea of where she was heading, thanks to Valara's knowledge and was soon motoring through the building, causing anyone she came across to either duck for cover or be on the receiving end of one of her physical strikes. A mass slaughter would perhaps come later but for now, she wanted to find the archbishop and hopefully through his death, could she attract one of the divine to face her in battle. If what the bishop had said was true then there was now a greater chance of that happening now although his story was somewhat difficult to believe. Had the heavens actually started making pacts with religious orders? It sounded absurd but perhaps had her joining with Valara had changed things among the divine. That much was possible, given the paranoia of the king.
As she continued her charge, a door burst open on her left and a pair of staff wielding mages appeared, instantly firing a barrage of holy bolts toward her. Without changing direction, she simply clapped her hands and after a moment, a scalding geyser of water erupted from beneath them, launching them up in to the air then slamming back down to the ground in heap, rolling around in pain. It was absolute pandemonium and many of the worshippers were simply screaming and running around in panic, only proving the mages point of the weaklings who followed the religion. They were simply ants, nothing more. No courage or strength.
Taking a left turn, she sprinted up the next staircase, only to have to stop as she found herself faced by a large knight, wielding a sword of holy light. He was a tall figure, standing at least two feet taller than her, the look in his eye giving off a cold and hate filled impression, much to Sarisha's surprise. To see such traits from a holy man was rather unexpected but they were at least emotions that she could understand. The look her gave her was the same look that she would no doubt give the king when she faced him. That look of hatred, enough to skewer the strongest of souls. A look which meant death to all those who faced it. Hell, to be looked at in such a way was making her feel rather excited. Sure, battle always brought out her more perverse tendencies but it was incredibly rare that one opponent could inspire such a reaction. She usually had to kill many to achieve that state of mind.
Sprinting up towards him, she surrounded her body with water and entered the fray, ducking underneath his first sword strike and starting to pummel away at his body. Her punishing blows were enough to force him backwards and up to the top of the stairs, where she could gain an even footing with him. She completed her combination with a crunching blow to his liver, a speciality of hers and then launched a powerful blow up to his head, knocking him backwards. He was made of stern stuff though and managed to rally back with a powerful horizontal swing which struck her arm, however, due to the effects of her previous spell, the damage was negated and she simply smiled at him, the lust for blood now overtaking her completely. Blocking his next strike with her hand, Sarisha managed to rip it from his hands before impaling him with it, burying it deep in to his stomach and once more causing the precious liquid of blood to gush once more. She then pulled the blade back out, before having to make a quick dodge as he somehow managed to launch a desperate lunge towards her. Unfortunately for him, it left him unable to hold his balance and the mage plunged the sword in to his back for good measure, before the guard fell down the stairs, landing with a horrible crunch, a pool of blood quickly started to expand from his body.
With her eyes blazing with lust, the goddess was looking more like her godly partner by the moment and loving every second of it. The ecstasy that came from just giving in to your emotions was the spice of life, for both the divine and mortals and there was nothing that matches the sheer joy of it. It was just so natural and why so many tried to lock it away was a mystery to her. What she was feeling was freedom, free of the rules and opinions of others, free of the bonds that morality tried to force upon her and most importantly, free from the bonds that the gods had forced upon her partner. Every moment that Valara was able to feel was another punch to the stomach for the king and that sent a dizzying joy through both Sarisha and Valara's mind, which seemed to bounce off each other and magnify. This was living.
Most of the holy men at this point were not even trying to stop her and simply joined the masses of screaming cowards that were hurtling themselves out of her way. This was too easy and even though he strength was formidable, Sarisha had expected more of a fight than this which waved a red flag in the back of her mind although it was swiftly swept away due to her insatiable blood lust. One poor fool who could not get out of the way ended up suffering from an immensely powerful punch which almost took his head off. The force of it sent him spinning and then crashing to the floor. In one way, she was probably encouraging these people to simply follow the religions of the church even further but perhaps it would instead open their eyes to the stupidity of it all. Law, order, religion, it was all simply idiocy in her opinion and one that continued to blossom in her mind every day. She followed no law and where had that got her? Exactly where she had wanted to be. She had a free reign over her acts which was more than most could say.
Her path through the rest of the castle followed a similar pattern although her progress was halted now and again by the last few bishops and knights who wished to heed her progress. It was little more than simply foreplay though and she tore through them without much resistance. The walls were littered with blood, the floors were covered with the bodies of those who had been cast down, as well as those who were just crying in the corners. The final barriers from reaching the archbishop were falling and with each kill, drew her closer to her target. The once beautiful castle was slowly becoming nothing more than a nightmare come to life. All the while, the only emotions that the pinkette were feeling were the ones that she had been feeling since the start. Elation, pleasure and the passion to push onwards.
After climbing the final staircase, she reached an enormous set of double doors and she had little doubt that her target was inside. She could hear voices from inside, which she assumed were the other heads of the religious group. It was quite fitting in truth and being able to cleave their heads from their bodies at the same time would only add to the fun. The tone of the conversation from beyond the door seemed strained and panicked. Sarisha's enhanced hearing could pick out at least half a dozen different voices although she was unaware of who exactly they were. She passed that off after a moment though as it made no real difference. The result would be the same.
She was just about to force open the doors when a sound from behind her caused her to immediately turn. A young knight was standing at the bottom of the flight of the stairs, his face bloody and his left arm in tatters. "Stop, creature," he said, gasping for breath, pointing a sword at her with a trembling right hand. "Have you not done enough damage already? You have made your point, now just leave. Spare the archbishop and leave us to rebuild. I know not what you seek but it will not be found here."
"Idiot," Sarisha answered simply, walking down the stairs and batting the sword out of his hand, "Why in the hell are you defending that fool for anyway? Your religion is bullshit and so is your blind loyalty to those old morons in that chamber. He has done nothing to deserve your respect and you do not have the strength to fight me. Just piss off."
He did not back off and stupidly tried to attack with his remaining hand which resulted in Sarisha simply stepping to the left, batting his sword away and then grabbing him by the throat, lifting him in to the air. He gasped and struggled for breath but the mage simply squeezed slightly, throttling him and causing him to suffocate. She kept him in that position until he stopped twitching and then let go of him, causing his lifeless body to roll to the bottom. Her view of mortals fell to an even lower level as she surveyed his body. How anyone could be so stupid was a mystery to her but it was no real surprise.
Shaking her head with a disbelieving smile, she then walked back up the stairs and kicked the doors open, revealing herself to the leaders of the religion. There were eight of them in all, sitting around a circular table but what attracted Sarisha's attention was a magical projection that was in the centre. The projection showed a single male figure, one that the mage was familiar with and the moment she locked eyes on to it, her emotions reached a fever pitch. Her earlier thoughts had seemed to be true as the projection was of no mortal but one of the gods. The fury that Valara felt was beyond palpable and her memories briefly flooded Sarisha's mind in order to fill in the blanks. Not only was he a god but the brother of Abeline. It was both an incredible stroke of luck and infuriating at the same time.
The projection turned its head around to Sarisha and spoke, his face becoming a mask of anger, "You dare to come here after killing my precious Aveline!? This castle is my domain, sister and you will leave, now. I look forward to ripping you limb from limb but it will be on my terms, not yours. Pray that I can salvage this situation otherwise your death will only be more painful and drawn out. I am going to drag that whore you carry inside of you back to the heavens and present her to the king. As for you, human, I am going to hang your lifeless corpse from the roof of this church, be of no doubt about that."
In answer, Sarisha rose a hand in to the air, causing a downpour of water to flood the room, causing the bishops to shriek in pain, before laying waste to the eight of them. It was a massacre to end all massacres, necks were broken, limbs were ripped off and a head or two were soon flying across the room. There was no mercy, no hesitation and not a moment of guilt. All of her emotions erupted in one brutal display, much to the disgust of the projection, unable to do anything to stop it. It last only seconds but for him, it seemed like an age, watching as his scheme fell to pieces at the hands of his most despised rival.
When it was all said and done, the rain stopped and Sarisha climbed on to the table, her legs dangling from it as she looked him in the eyes, "What you just saw is the fact of all those who live among the heavens. Abeline's death was just a tiny little peak of what will happen to the rest of you, Eyal. Now, come down here and fight me, you fucking coward. I will be waiting."
The projection switched off at that point which drew a smirk from Sarisha. She then stood up and dragged the corpse of the archbishop towards the large stain glass window at the back of the room, before hurling the body through it. The window smashed in to a million pieces and the remains ended up landing in the middle of the fleeing worshippers, much to her delight.
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However, one such figure did not agree with that ideal and it was she that would soon point out the errors in that train of thought. She knew that what those fools actually wanted was to become a soulless and cowardly cockroach, to kneel down and bow their heads and surrender themselves to those who calm to be superior, while the bishops of the church simply grew fat and lazy, accepting any and all gifts which were given as tribute. They were just useless sacks of meat in truth but unbeknownst to them, they had another purpose. One with which they would finally actually be of use. Not to the people but to the goddess who was slowly approaching the building. She had already begun striking blows against those in the heavens but and the time had come to strike another, to rile them even further and perhaps to force their hand. What better place to do that then by hitting them where it hit the most? Their pride. The pinkette was uncertain of what the response would be but she had never been the type to worry about the unknown. With any luck, they might just send down another being for her to devour. That was the hope anyway.
She had been watching the place for an hour or so from the branches of a large tree, amusing herself by simply watching the ants as they entered the building, their miserable looking faces seeming to brighten up the moment that they felt the castle's aura. It was rather pathetic in truth and a feeling shared by her godly partner, stirring inside her mind. Valara was always in the mood for some type of excitement but whenever it concerned the holy, that feeling seemed to multiply. Her desire to bring death upon those who followed religion only grew by the day and her obsession with it had quickly been taken on by Sarisha as well. They were so well in tune with each other and what one wished, so did the other and every sensation seemed to be doubled, which just caused them to crave the perverse and more violent side of their natures even more so. It was an endless cycle, one that they hoped would never be broken. Together, they were a force of nature that few could truly deal with, a lesson that they would teach once more today.
Jumping out of the tree and landing softly on the ground, the tall pinkette made her way towards the entrance of the church, barely noticing the mortals around her that she passed at all at that point. The time for simply watching was over and she had surprised herself somewhat that she had managed to simply gaze for so long without taking any actual action. Was she perhaps getting a little soft? Pftt, the hell with that thought. Her capture by the port guards in her previous encounter had irritated her beyond belief and perhaps that was what had caused her to become more cautious. Either way, that caution was swiftly swept away as her lust began to come to the surface and her heart began to race at the thought of what she was about to do. She had not felt the sweet embrace of battle since her escape from the port jail and even though it had not been all that long, the sheer longing that the mage felt made it feel that it had been years since she had last she blood. It was truly bizarre, her partners influence no doubt but given the fact that Valara had been unable to feel for eons, it made perfect sense.
The holy aura had a somewhat different effect on Sarisha and she felt bile enter her mouth as she drew closer to the place. Annoyed, she spat out the substance, much to the chagrin of those around her but simply gave them a look which easily convinced them to keep their mouths shut. It amused her a great deal to be able to do such a thing with only a glance, a habit that she had picked up from the water goddess, a look that she had received before they had bonded. It was as though she was looking through you, not at you, able to see what is inside your head and soul with a simple glance. Sarisha had won more than once fight by simply paralysing her opponents with a glare. It was not an ability or a spell, simply a mind game that spread doubt and fear. So simple, yet effective. Although in fairness, her fights were so short that they never truly had much time to be afraid anyway. They were usually on their back and at her mercy, just the way she liked it.
"Halt!" a voice cried out, causing the group that she was walking with to stop. Standing at the top of the stairs leading in to the castle was a bishop. A portly man in white robes, holding a cross in his left hand and a cane in his right. "You, pink haired woman, leave this place and do not return. There is no place in our castle for a damned creature such as yourself. Turn around and go back the way you came this instant. Quickly, my children, come inside and be free from this heartless beast, before she lures you away from the sacred path."
A small smile crossed Sarisha's features at his words but that was the only response from her at first. She made no effort to stop the people from entering and waited until it was just her and the bishop remaining before she said anything. "Sacred path my ass," were her first words, mocking in tone, "You claim to be followers of the gods but do you honestly beleive that they will look fondly on you for hoarding the gifts that they are supposed to be for them? Oh yes, I know precisely what is happening here, it is simply a con and exploitation of the weak. The deities have no interest in the likes of you and in fact, you and all of your kind are simply parasites, nothing more."
"Blasphemy!" The bishop answered, "What would a blood loving savage such a yourself know of such things? We are well aware of your links to the banished goddess and are well prepared to defend ourselves from you. We know of your quest to destroy the heavens and will do all in our power to stop you from doing so. The divine are more than happy with our organisation and greatly appreciate our devotion. So much so that they were even willing to leave a small gift for us, should you ever make your way here. You made a grave error in killing Abeline, kin slayer and the king of the gods was most annoyed by her death. I am sure that is what you wished for though, yes? You clearly have a death wish by aligning with that blue skinned abomination."
At the moment that he had dared to insult her partner, Sarisha darted forwards and used her Torrent God's Claw ability to slash his throat, causing blood to gush out, before he crashed to the floor, his life instantly ended. The mild look of amusement that had been across her face had been replaced by one of malice. She then picked up the cross that he had been carrying and impaled his body with it, before moving towards his cane and breaking it with her foot. A simple message for anyone who would attempt to follow her in to the castle.
The castle was vast but Sarisha had a fair idea of where she was heading, thanks to Valara's knowledge and was soon motoring through the building, causing anyone she came across to either duck for cover or be on the receiving end of one of her physical strikes. A mass slaughter would perhaps come later but for now, she wanted to find the archbishop and hopefully through his death, could she attract one of the divine to face her in battle. If what the bishop had said was true then there was now a greater chance of that happening now although his story was somewhat difficult to believe. Had the heavens actually started making pacts with religious orders? It sounded absurd but perhaps had her joining with Valara had changed things among the divine. That much was possible, given the paranoia of the king.
As she continued her charge, a door burst open on her left and a pair of staff wielding mages appeared, instantly firing a barrage of holy bolts toward her. Without changing direction, she simply clapped her hands and after a moment, a scalding geyser of water erupted from beneath them, launching them up in to the air then slamming back down to the ground in heap, rolling around in pain. It was absolute pandemonium and many of the worshippers were simply screaming and running around in panic, only proving the mages point of the weaklings who followed the religion. They were simply ants, nothing more. No courage or strength.
Taking a left turn, she sprinted up the next staircase, only to have to stop as she found herself faced by a large knight, wielding a sword of holy light. He was a tall figure, standing at least two feet taller than her, the look in his eye giving off a cold and hate filled impression, much to Sarisha's surprise. To see such traits from a holy man was rather unexpected but they were at least emotions that she could understand. The look her gave her was the same look that she would no doubt give the king when she faced him. That look of hatred, enough to skewer the strongest of souls. A look which meant death to all those who faced it. Hell, to be looked at in such a way was making her feel rather excited. Sure, battle always brought out her more perverse tendencies but it was incredibly rare that one opponent could inspire such a reaction. She usually had to kill many to achieve that state of mind.
Sprinting up towards him, she surrounded her body with water and entered the fray, ducking underneath his first sword strike and starting to pummel away at his body. Her punishing blows were enough to force him backwards and up to the top of the stairs, where she could gain an even footing with him. She completed her combination with a crunching blow to his liver, a speciality of hers and then launched a powerful blow up to his head, knocking him backwards. He was made of stern stuff though and managed to rally back with a powerful horizontal swing which struck her arm, however, due to the effects of her previous spell, the damage was negated and she simply smiled at him, the lust for blood now overtaking her completely. Blocking his next strike with her hand, Sarisha managed to rip it from his hands before impaling him with it, burying it deep in to his stomach and once more causing the precious liquid of blood to gush once more. She then pulled the blade back out, before having to make a quick dodge as he somehow managed to launch a desperate lunge towards her. Unfortunately for him, it left him unable to hold his balance and the mage plunged the sword in to his back for good measure, before the guard fell down the stairs, landing with a horrible crunch, a pool of blood quickly started to expand from his body.
With her eyes blazing with lust, the goddess was looking more like her godly partner by the moment and loving every second of it. The ecstasy that came from just giving in to your emotions was the spice of life, for both the divine and mortals and there was nothing that matches the sheer joy of it. It was just so natural and why so many tried to lock it away was a mystery to her. What she was feeling was freedom, free of the rules and opinions of others, free of the bonds that morality tried to force upon her and most importantly, free from the bonds that the gods had forced upon her partner. Every moment that Valara was able to feel was another punch to the stomach for the king and that sent a dizzying joy through both Sarisha and Valara's mind, which seemed to bounce off each other and magnify. This was living.
Most of the holy men at this point were not even trying to stop her and simply joined the masses of screaming cowards that were hurtling themselves out of her way. This was too easy and even though he strength was formidable, Sarisha had expected more of a fight than this which waved a red flag in the back of her mind although it was swiftly swept away due to her insatiable blood lust. One poor fool who could not get out of the way ended up suffering from an immensely powerful punch which almost took his head off. The force of it sent him spinning and then crashing to the floor. In one way, she was probably encouraging these people to simply follow the religions of the church even further but perhaps it would instead open their eyes to the stupidity of it all. Law, order, religion, it was all simply idiocy in her opinion and one that continued to blossom in her mind every day. She followed no law and where had that got her? Exactly where she had wanted to be. She had a free reign over her acts which was more than most could say.
Her path through the rest of the castle followed a similar pattern although her progress was halted now and again by the last few bishops and knights who wished to heed her progress. It was little more than simply foreplay though and she tore through them without much resistance. The walls were littered with blood, the floors were covered with the bodies of those who had been cast down, as well as those who were just crying in the corners. The final barriers from reaching the archbishop were falling and with each kill, drew her closer to her target. The once beautiful castle was slowly becoming nothing more than a nightmare come to life. All the while, the only emotions that the pinkette were feeling were the ones that she had been feeling since the start. Elation, pleasure and the passion to push onwards.
After climbing the final staircase, she reached an enormous set of double doors and she had little doubt that her target was inside. She could hear voices from inside, which she assumed were the other heads of the religious group. It was quite fitting in truth and being able to cleave their heads from their bodies at the same time would only add to the fun. The tone of the conversation from beyond the door seemed strained and panicked. Sarisha's enhanced hearing could pick out at least half a dozen different voices although she was unaware of who exactly they were. She passed that off after a moment though as it made no real difference. The result would be the same.
She was just about to force open the doors when a sound from behind her caused her to immediately turn. A young knight was standing at the bottom of the flight of the stairs, his face bloody and his left arm in tatters. "Stop, creature," he said, gasping for breath, pointing a sword at her with a trembling right hand. "Have you not done enough damage already? You have made your point, now just leave. Spare the archbishop and leave us to rebuild. I know not what you seek but it will not be found here."
"Idiot," Sarisha answered simply, walking down the stairs and batting the sword out of his hand, "Why in the hell are you defending that fool for anyway? Your religion is bullshit and so is your blind loyalty to those old morons in that chamber. He has done nothing to deserve your respect and you do not have the strength to fight me. Just piss off."
He did not back off and stupidly tried to attack with his remaining hand which resulted in Sarisha simply stepping to the left, batting his sword away and then grabbing him by the throat, lifting him in to the air. He gasped and struggled for breath but the mage simply squeezed slightly, throttling him and causing him to suffocate. She kept him in that position until he stopped twitching and then let go of him, causing his lifeless body to roll to the bottom. Her view of mortals fell to an even lower level as she surveyed his body. How anyone could be so stupid was a mystery to her but it was no real surprise.
Shaking her head with a disbelieving smile, she then walked back up the stairs and kicked the doors open, revealing herself to the leaders of the religion. There were eight of them in all, sitting around a circular table but what attracted Sarisha's attention was a magical projection that was in the centre. The projection showed a single male figure, one that the mage was familiar with and the moment she locked eyes on to it, her emotions reached a fever pitch. Her earlier thoughts had seemed to be true as the projection was of no mortal but one of the gods. The fury that Valara felt was beyond palpable and her memories briefly flooded Sarisha's mind in order to fill in the blanks. Not only was he a god but the brother of Abeline. It was both an incredible stroke of luck and infuriating at the same time.
The projection turned its head around to Sarisha and spoke, his face becoming a mask of anger, "You dare to come here after killing my precious Aveline!? This castle is my domain, sister and you will leave, now. I look forward to ripping you limb from limb but it will be on my terms, not yours. Pray that I can salvage this situation otherwise your death will only be more painful and drawn out. I am going to drag that whore you carry inside of you back to the heavens and present her to the king. As for you, human, I am going to hang your lifeless corpse from the roof of this church, be of no doubt about that."
In answer, Sarisha rose a hand in to the air, causing a downpour of water to flood the room, causing the bishops to shriek in pain, before laying waste to the eight of them. It was a massacre to end all massacres, necks were broken, limbs were ripped off and a head or two were soon flying across the room. There was no mercy, no hesitation and not a moment of guilt. All of her emotions erupted in one brutal display, much to the disgust of the projection, unable to do anything to stop it. It last only seconds but for him, it seemed like an age, watching as his scheme fell to pieces at the hands of his most despised rival.
When it was all said and done, the rain stopped and Sarisha climbed on to the table, her legs dangling from it as she looked him in the eyes, "What you just saw is the fact of all those who live among the heavens. Abeline's death was just a tiny little peak of what will happen to the rest of you, Eyal. Now, come down here and fight me, you fucking coward. I will be waiting."
The projection switched off at that point which drew a smirk from Sarisha. She then stood up and dragged the corpse of the archbishop towards the large stain glass window at the back of the room, before hurling the body through it. The window smashed in to a million pieces and the remains ended up landing in the middle of the fleeing worshippers, much to her delight.
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