Okay, I best explain why there isn't a chapter YET. And we're in the middle of the week! I've been a tad on the depressive side, and when I'm upset. Well..I lose interest in the many things I enjoy. But my mood has been on a slight change for the better and hopefully I get back on the seat tomorrow.
The warm sun melts the damages left behind by the battle. Marcello exits the kingdom and draws in a huge breath. He exhales, letting out the air he drew in. He begins his walk to the Wolfsbane's house. He passes by people on their knees. These people could not believe what had shattered over the whole of their lives. Marcello was emotionless passing by them.
Everybody in the city knew of Marcello as the helpful type. A young boy runs next to Marcello and pulls on his sleeve. Marcello paused, and looked below at the boy. The boy had a sad mask upon his face, you can see the fear in his eyes. "Mister.." the boy cried. "Can you help us?"
Marcello didn't say a word, he continued to stare blankly at the boy. Slightly frightened, the boy lets go of Marcello and took a step back. Marcello continued to look at the boy. The boy's father ran over to his son and glances at Marcello. "You can help, right? Our house is gone! And we've got-" the man begged.
Marcello noticed that the man had a sword sheathed. So he drew his Saradomin Sword. He points it towards the throat of the man. He and his son's eyes widen. "Wh-what are you doing!?" cried the man.
"Give me the sword or die in-front of your son." quickly replying Marcello. The man's hands shook and he grabbed onto the handle of his sword. He pulls it and extends it out to Marcello. The Assassin Hunter snatches the sword out of the man's hand and kicks him to the ground. The man crawls away from Marcello and the boy flees in terror.
Marcello sheathes his blade, but right before he was about to let go of his blade's handle, he hears a familiar voice. "You've seem to become the very thing you hate." the voice stated.
Marcello turned around and saw Joshua with his back against a wall of the General store. His arms were crossed and his wounds had almost completely healed. A gleam of hatred glows in Marcello's eyes when he glanced upon Joshua's face. Marcello drew his blade and charged at Joshua.
When he swings his blade at Joshua, the snow white haired man jumps into the air and lands behind Marcello. The Assassin Hunter spins back only to get a hard punch right in the face. His back thuds against the stone path and his head whiplashes violently. Joshua crossed his arms and gazed down upon Marcello.
His facial expression was a stern look. His eyes pitiless, cold. He puts his hands in his pockets and kicks Marcello right in the gut while he was on the ground. Joshua continues to stomp down upon the downed Marcello. He laid his boot down on Marcello's head only.
After twenty stomps to the head, Joshua's boot finally returns right by his other. Joshua looks down upon the pain stricken Marcello with his cold eyes. His face blank, with no expression. "Think of this not as punishment, but atonement." the snow white haired man whispered to Marcello.
Marcello grit his teeth and glared up at Joshua. "Go to hell.." he mumbled back.
Joshua shrugs his shoulders and turns his back. "Perhaps you can find a hidden lesson from your crimes." Joshua looks back at Marcello. "But this will not be the end of your atonement, Marcello Saif-Al-Din. There is only one place a killer of the innocent can rightfully die at."
Marcello got to his feet. Blood dripped from his mouth, and a cut was opened up from the beginning of his scalp. A stream of red covered the middle of his face. "Yeah, and that's where you'll die."
The young man shook his head side-to-side. "What kind of demon has diseased your mind, Marcello?" After that, Joshua fades away like a ghost. Marcello dusts his Green-coloured Audience clothes and sighs. He sheathes his blade and glances upon into the sky.
Thickening cumulonimbus clouds began to take shape all around the city. A dip of rain splashes on Marcello's left cheek. The raindrop goes down like a tear. It began to pour from the heavens above. Marcello continued to stare up as the rain collides with his face. The blood on his face is purged away.
He lowers his head and looks at the ground. His hat acted like an umbrella, shielding him from the water. He gazes into a puddle and saw his reflection. He saw himself as his demon counterpart. His glowing red eyes pierced from the water. A evil smirk cloaked his face. The eyes of his counterpart were crying blood.
His clothes were stained in blood, and he had greater demon like wings growing from his back. Marcello closed his eyes and places his hands in his pockets. He draws breath in and releases this captured wisp of air. He continues his path to the Wolfbanes' house.
At the Raven Reapers castle in Falador. The mysterious leader of the Raven Reaper, Raven, creeps into a room. He places his hand upon the doorknob and cracks it open. He peeks inside and sees what he wanted to see. Nyx was alive?
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He opens the door fully and greets Nyx with a soft giggle. "You're awake. Very good." he said to the female Albali.
Nyx was sitting on her bed which was covered in blood. Her heart was smothered by bandages, that goes for her arms too. "But the question is, how?" she replied.
Raven puts his arms behind his back. "It is an ability I have been blessed with my entire life."
Nyx smiled. "Ah! So that's how you saved me on that bloody island!"
Raven nodded his head. "Indeed." he turns his back and looks back at her. "Please feel better. We shall be making an attack on Meiyerditch to gain the Orb of Darkness tomorrow. Rest well."
Nyx's smile transforms into a wicked smile full of evil. "That just means I've got a chance at seeking my revenge. Haha, we'll see if that cutie will see it coming." Raven walks out of the room and closes the door behind him.
Back at Varrock, Vezyfher was at a bar, flirting with the ladies of course when Sarah approached him. "Hello Vezyfher." she greeted.
Vezyfher glances up at Sarah. She had a smile on her face. He was lifted off his bar stool and gazed upon Sarah. "And what may I do for you today?" he asked.
"I was hoping to ask you if-"
"Leave this city." interrupted another voice, finishing her question. Marcello stepped over to the two in a fast paced sort of motion.
"Marcello..?" Sarah slightly raised her voice.
Vezyfher raised an eyebrow. "So, I help you and your little friends, and this is my pay? Marcello, you're so cold."
"Save your nonsense for later. Leave."
"But what if you need me for the big mission?"
Marcello's fists clenched. "What mission?"
"Oh, you know. Forsaken Lands, dangerous monsters, eerie darkness, Raven Reapers. Ya know, that sort of thing."
Sarah and Marcello look at each other. They had no clue what it was he was speaking about. Sarah glances back at Vezyfher. "What mission? We were never informed of a mission like that."
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"Oh, no? Perhaps little Marcello could tell you, unless he's still too embarrassed after he got beat up."
Sarah had anger in her eyes. "What!?" her head turns to Marcello. "By who?!"
"Joshua." he replied.
"..!.."
"He said I seemed to become the very thing I hate."
Vezyfher shrugs his shoulders. "Regardless, I'm not an Assassin Hunter. So, that's not my cup of tea."
"You could still come!"
Vezyfher sighed. "Okay, okay. Only because the pretty girl is asking."
Sarah smiled. "Thank you for your assistance."
"No problem." The three walk out the door. Back at Falador, Abaddon was sitting upon his throne, his scythe in his right hand. His left hand was locked into a fist and against his chin like he was bored. Suddenly from the door bursts a Raven Reaper. He bows before Abaddon.
"My lord," he greeted," they are here."
"Very good." replied the Angel of Death. "Allow them in."
Two men walk into the throne room. One: A man wearing rune armour, instead of a helmet, it was a hood that matched the rune armour's color. The other: Lakos. They stood before Abaddon.
A large unopened chest was right beside Abaddon, he opened it up, revealing shining sea of wealth. "I am quite certain you two know what this is." he said to the two. "This is eight-hundred-million gold coins. Helping my army take hold of the Orb of Darkness will give you this money. Four-hundred-million gold coins for both of you. Agreed?"
Lakos smirked. "No probs." he replied. "A worthy amount of money for some good work."
"Let's be quick with it." replied the other man.
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After a day passes, the Assassin Hunter group were on the path to Morytania, along the path to the Odd Old Man's hut. Sarah knelled down on the ground and looks at a withered flower, it was pitch black. When the wind swiftly ran passed Sarah, the flower reduced to black powder. All the grass was dead, no green to bring it to life.
A crack of thunder pops into the air above them. When the group glances before them, the church that was once at this location was unseen. A thick wall of darkness blankets that entire area. All they were able to see was the sky, and even that was hard to see.
Across this visible area was pitch black bones, skulls, hilts with the actual blade, helmets, armour, spears with the head, and a black liquid which appeared to be blood. Everybody's eyes were widened. "What..the hell?" mumbled Marcello.
"So.." mumbled Darien. "..This is the Forsaken Lands.."
The End of Chapter 16
Next Chapter,
Chapter 17: Enter the Darkness
Thank you for reading, I appreciate it.
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Jeez; twenty stomps to the face... I don't know if that's style, or if Joshau just had a really, REALLY sticky piece of gum on his shoe and was trying to get it off... on Marcello's face
And somehow I have a hard time imagining Raven softy giggling... Even creepier is the fact that he's staring at a much younger girl (at least appearance-wise... I think
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And a Morytanian homecoming... That should be interesting
Okay so Sendor gets a big fancy homecoming because he's Drakan's son; if there's anyone left to praise him that is...
Lilith is hunted down with pitchforks and flaming torches because she was exiled...
Lakos is going to be talked down to by both of the above and who knows what kind of wolfy friends will be left to help/strangle him...
And all three will be turned into level 30s by crossing the Salve
Alrous, you've got some new friends on the way...
P.S
r Lakos could become a badass and freeze the entire salve before he crosses... then break the ice when the Vampyres do! Werewolves ftw!
P.S.S: "Werewolves ftw!" does not in any way mean I'm on Team Jacob. Or Edward. Is there a team Swamp-Thing?