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He couldn't believe he let it happen, how could he do that? Through his curses to himself, Daevarro somehow managed to get to his feet, clenching the letter in his hand. The creation of his strength was born from a struggle thats suffering felt like it lasted lifetimes. He realized that he couldn't look back, just like Anabel told him to. He summoned a ball of flames in his hand, allowing him to see in this darkness.

He then fled away, rushing as fast as he could get away from it all. The sobs were no more, Anabel was able to confirm. She knew that he had ran off, realizing that he can't stop now. She threw the rug back over the trapdoor, pausing her hand over the magic lock once she did. She closed her eyes as the fire's strength grew in intensity.

Still the tears were very fresh on her face, she had summoned a form of strength that lurked deep within her soul. She tapped into it, allowing her to remain calm even as she sensed death draw near. Closer and closer, she heard the footsteps and shouts of the king and knights who looked for her and Daevarro.

Even so, she remained composed in the face of her now inevitable end. She sat there on one knee, her hands then began to come together. She folded her hands, placing them right up against her face. "O drág Essa, vern ala Jeen zérquil Álmou," she began to pray in a language not known in this world. The footsteps began to grow in intensity, meaning that they were right on top of her. "Ist alásat eztadjat ezt Cazu nu flah caza Avaend. Ist anfeen Ihe... anfes zigyán üban áljin solsa Palatomin eef Ihr Kéz zu za Lamok."
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The door into the room then opened, revealing the king and his knights just behind him. Anabel heard this happening, but she didn't let it faze her. "Eef Ihr folyan Julasit áljin a Quil, anfes vezetó Dim mi ran elol ubon Dim áljin vern Dim gegena da vesahr dat ven ödan delvior Dis felyansole." she continued. "Ist hálámun de'fa ve Ihr soleztadjat, Palaselblosessa. Ostadeen... áljin dance Ihe..."

"How fitting that you speak in that disgusting tongue," said Balor, stepping closer to Anabel. "Now, speak... in a normal tongue. Where have you hid the boy?"

Anabel did not say so much as a word to Balor, she continued to keep her head down and hide her face in her folded hands. Balor became quickly frustrated, stepping in front of Anabel. He grabbed onto the collar of her shirt, pulling her up to his face. "Where is the boy!?" he angrily shouted.

She would still not say anything to him. She just stared at him, her silence enough to completely infuriate the king. With him reaching his boiling point, his teeth fastened together. A blade then ran her through, spearing out of Anabel's stomach and out the other way. She sat there with a breathless expression, her eyes widened. Her clothes ran red with her own blood, staining them.

The king then pulled his blade out of her, allowing her to drop onto the ground. She fell onto her back, gazing up at the ceiling as it burned. Her blood began to surround her, staining the purple rug red. The king glanced upon the rug that seemed so out of place. He quickly grabbed onto the rug and pulled it away, revealing a trapdoor.

His eyebrow rose, thrusting his mightful boot down upon it. But even with his strength, the door would not move a single bit. The king paused with a, "Hmm" as he looked curiously at the door. He dropped down onto his knees, turning his eyes onto a lock at the lower-center of the door. He clenched the lock in his hands and saw a magic seal bound to it.
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The king then gazed over at Anabel. "Smart girl," he mumbled.

"What are your orders, my lord?" asked one of the knights.

Balor looked over at his knights. "Find the boy," he ordered, stepping over Anabel. "He couldn't have gotten far."

"Yes sir!" acknowledged the knights as the king walked out of the room. The king and his guards then began to leave the burning building, leaving death in their wake. As blood flowed from her mouth, Anabel smiled at her final moment. Knowing all she had done, believing all that she did. She was happy with how things turned out... her only regret was that she couldn't prevent Daevarro from surviving another tragedy all alone.

Daevarro wandered in the endless shade, staggering around like a man who had just spun a thousand times. He held walls to keep him from falling and never rising again. It was a long, cave-like pathway before him. As he stumbled about, he could no longer hold himself. He stopped and turned his back against the wall. He then very sluggishly began sliding down towards the ground.

His expression was grief-stricken, deprived of all hope. "Why did I let it happen again...?" he questioned himself in thought. "Why...?" He sat there in question for what seemed like forever... repeating the same question over and over and over... But still, no answer would be brought to him.

He was embattled, conflicted with himself on why he should keep moving. It was self-abuse, a persona of himself constantly punching him down as he tried to get to his feet. Daevarro lost all will to get up on his feet, his legs broken from all the pain that he had endured. But then from out of nowhere, he felt a strange push of motivation bring him to a rise.
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This angst, this complete and utter hopelessness he felt couldn't stop him. Regardless of all the questions and curses to himself he may bring, he knew that truly he had to keep going. He pressed forward, rising to his feet and marching on... His walk slow, weak albeit very strong, he continued on down the darkness...

No... he didn't want to end here. Not like this. He soldiered on, shouldering the burdens of grief and sorrow that weighed him down like a heavy coat. He shattered the ball and chain that were locked to his ankles, bursting onward. He felt almost in the company of others, others who kept screaming for him to keep on moving forward. Was he all alone? Maybe not.

He kept on running down the long, wet pathway before him. The thick, almost tropical air wasn't enough to kick down his spirits, the young man had a emotional drive in his heart. Through his tears and the speck of light in his hand, he continued into the heart of darkness. He wouldn't let anything stop him, not even the lashing sound of his own voice.

It took him about twenty minutes of pure running, pure fighting amongst himself. But finally, he saw the end of this tunnel that was like the pathway down the road of self-destruction. But the young man was strong enough to pull himself together, mending this fractured looking glass. At the end of this tunnel, a burning light.

He found himself in a room identical to the room he had left... the room where he would see Anabel for the last time. No... he couldn't make himself think of that right now. He stopped there, a box shaped room with stalagmite spearing out at random locations. He looked forward, his hazel eyes scrolling up the twin of the ladder that was the cornerstone of a grim fate.
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He clenched his right hand, extinguishing the flame he had built. His pale skinned left hand reached up, grasping tightly onto the wooden ladder. He then pulled himself up, getting a foothold on it. Slowly but surely, he willed himself up the vertical stairway. At the summit, he pushed his right hand towards the trapdoor above his head.

The jaws opened up from him, he came out from the mouth of Erebus to finally see the light of day. He found himself in a room, its walls made of wood. It was a very small room, one that stored barrels of ale and wine. The similarities were uncanny, the young man believed. His ears then heard a familiar sound, the flooding of voices.

A door was there before him, which he very slowly approached. His hand held onto the doorknob, twisting it to reveal the way. He cracked the door open, peeking into the next room. Indeed, he knew that the place was familiar. He was at the Bemused Buzzard...

Daevarro then just casually came out of the room, slowly closing the door behind him. Nobody batted an eye, they continued on their conversations like nothing had happened. Daevarro walked through the crowd, walking by the bar as he did. He gunned for the exit, wanting to get to Lumbridge as quickly as he could.

As he walked by the bar, there was one person who kept their eye on him. Yes, the man that was looking curiously upon Daevarro the last time he was here, Calvin. The young man cut through the crowd, he seemed very distressed as he snaked his way around. As he passed this one person, Calvin's hand quickly grabbed Daevarro's right arm. "Where you goin', shady?" questioned the man.

Calvin forced the young man to sit down beside him, putting him on the left stool. Daevarro quickly spun his head over to Calvin, sweat dripped from his forehead. He felt as though he slyly snuck around until he was spotted by a bright light and was captured. "Wh-what?" Daevarro spoke tautly. "W-who are you? What do you want!?"
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"Name's Calvin," he calmly introduced himself. "And if ya think you're gonna get outta Governanti on your own, you're crazy." That name was familiar, Daevarro realized. Daevarro pondered, looking away from the lazy assassin. He thought back upon why the ring of the name would send him to a pause. Then it hit him. That's right... Anabel had mentioned a man by the name of Calvin before. It was when she was telling him about her family... the Desert Assassins, if he recalled correctly.

"Then there's Calvin, who was kinda like our father. He's a bit of a dork, but just like our queen... he is a very kind person." Daevarro painfully recollected. He then confidently looked back at the blonde-haired man. "Ex-excuse me," he said. "but did you know a girl by the name of Anabel, by chance?"

Calvin raised his right eyebrow. "Eh? Is this your way of trustin' me?" Calvin responded, interested. He pulled his hand off of Daevarro. "'Course I did, she was a pretty good girl. Mind her crazy brother, a tool ta revenge. But yeah, I knew 'er."

Daevarro knew that he had to trust him... it was the only way. His eyes then fell down, saddened by the situation placed around him. He then turned in his chair, being as if he actually were to sit at the bar. He folded his hands together and placed them on top of the bar table in front of him. "...The Governanti Resistance was attacked," the dark-robed young man sorrowfully stated.

"Yeah, so I've heard." the assassin replied. "It's pretty hard ta ignore the big thinga smoke in the sky."

Daevarro took a moment, not being able to utter the thing he wanted to say. The memories of their tearful goodbye, the memories of everything bloomed like a tree in the spring in his head. "...I'm the only survivor," Daevarro finally admitted, his folded hands tightened greatly as he spoke.
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Calvin was taking a sip of his drink in that moment, that very same blueish-purple concoction. He then drank more than he should when he heard Daevarro's statement, almost a choking amount. He then quickly pulled down the cocktail glass, his eyes widened as an expression of shock ruptured onto his face. "You serious?!" Calvin's voice jolted, but then his eyes fell down. He became saddened just like Daevarro. "That's... a real shame. Anabel was sucha sweet girl. I'm sorry ta hear that... real sorry."

Daevarro didn't want to say anymore, his face looking down as his emotions got the better of him once more. Calvin quickly rekindled the flames, burning down the walls that kept him from the hills of his assurance. He grabbed onto the young man's right shoulder, giving him a glint of confidence. "Look," Calvin said, taking Daevarro's eyes off of the table. "You need ta get ta the Lumbridge Resistance, you'll be safe there. I'm gonna get ya outta town, so just follow my lead, got it?"

Daevarro shook his head, agreeing with Calvin's conditions. The assassin stood up onto his feet and began walking towards the exit. Daevarro followed just behind him, the two swerving around all the gods who chatted about their days. As the two approached the exit, Daevarro's ears were able to catch the tolls of a bell.

Fitting, he realized. The bell that sounded an alarm to any and all that criminals were about. It was a heavy sound, the bell's shout occurred at a selected time. It cried out to the people every five seconds. It sounded like an alert... or maybe it was a telltale victory shout. Though people were able to wander about, guards were on an intense watch.
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While in the heart of the crowd, Calvin saw someone at the exit. There was a knight of loyalty, his arms crossed and his body solid and unmoving. Calvin quickly began to take off his gray leather jacket, revealing his white frilled shirt underneath. He then handed his jacket to Daevarro. "Wear it," he told the young man. "they're prolly lookin' for a kid with a religious attire. 'Least this way, you're less suspicious."

Understanding this to be true, Daevarro began putting Calvin's jacket on. "All right," he politely returned. "Thank you."

Calvin then pointed towards the ground. "Stay 'ere," he ordered, turning towards the knight. He then pulled his right hand up to his neck, going underneath the collar of his shirt and pulling out something. His necklace, a horseshoe tied to a chain. Clenching it in his hand, he then put it to his lips and kissed it.

He then looked back at Daevarro, wearing a rather relaxed face. "Wish me luck," the assassin said, smirking. He turned back, tucking his charm underneath his shirt. As he walked forward, he made sure he looked the part. He slid his hands down the top of his head, styling back his hair. Once he was done, he bolted forward. He approached the knight who gave him a curious look.

Calvin came up to the knight, who put up his defenses. He threw his right hand out in front of the assassin, denying him access. "No one's allowed out of here without reason," the knight was swift to state.

"I need to get through, please!" Calvin quickly demanded, sounding panicked. "I-it's my wife!"

"And what's wrong with her?"

"S-she's..." he stuttered, playing a very convincing role. "...S-she's in labor! She's about to have my son!"

"O-oh...!" the knight quickly jolted, but then that nervousness melted away. "Wait... hold a moment. How could you learn of that? You've been here the whole time."
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"Oh, c'mon, mate!" Calvin angrily said, frustrated with the knight. He then looked back, gazing at Daevarro with a pointed finger. "My friend, Petros, just told me! ...C'mere!"

Daevarro then slowly stepped forward, taking it one step at a time. The knight's eyebrow rose, looking upon the young man. "I didn't see you come in." he stated.

Daevarro gulped, swallowing his taut nerves down. Calvin still retained his calm demeanor, but he had to stay angry in order to play the act. "...He came in from the back entrance." Calvin replied, giving the knight a lie. Although, technically it actually carried some truth.

The knight then shuffled his head, in question. "There's a back way into here?" he asked, then shrugged his shoulders. "Eh... I guess I'm not too familiar with this cesspool." He seemed convinced, turning to his left to allow Daevarro and Calvin exit. "Go on! Go be a father!"

Calvin then jumped excitedly. "Thank you!" he happily thanked, then the two bolted. Calvin smiled as they ran, pulling his fist up to about shoulder height and pumping it. "...Yes!" Calvin and Daevarro walked into the body of the gods moving about upon this now evening. The burning sky was no longer there, it was now darkness... a pitch black night with the glittering of stars upon them.

The two blended well with the crowd, even with Daevarro's outlandish outfit. It was very tense, the two didn't even speak a word to each other. Daevarro was able to see the earnest look on Calvin's face, he seemed fazed by the news Daevarro brought to him. Regardless, the dark-robed young man mimicked everything Calvin did.

They watched as group of knights clad in black steel pass them by, they poked their glowing eyes into the crowds beside them. They stared, but they did not detect him or Calvin. The two took it slowly, taking care not to unnecessarily ignite a response. It was until they left the market district where they no longer would blend with a crowd.
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They were left exposed, their camouflage vanished. They departed their masquerade and quickly hid in an alleyway, Calvin peering his head around the corner to make sure no guards were in sight. He was unfazed by a horrific stench, a smell that burned the very hairs of Daevarro's nose. The young man looked down, seeing the hand of a corpse beneath his left foot.

His hazel eyes then frightfully scrolled to the left, seeing a unearthed cemetery of bodies of all forms. The carcasses were tossed aside like trash, thrown down this alleyway to just be forgotten. There were corpses up to their knees, packed up and piled like a pile of leaves. Their bodily fluids mixed with their own blood, creating a stomach-turning fusion.

But these liquids had all but dried up, save the fluids from the few corpses that had just recently been tossed here. Just like the one that Daevarro had just stepped upon. The rancid smell of rotting flesh was overwhelming, completely overpowering. The stench made Daevarro's stomach turn upside down, almost bringing him to the point of getting sick.

Daevarro's eyes stared terrified, he wondered... what kind of world is this? Who would leave a person's body to rot away like common garbage? Why?

"Horrible, ain't it?" asked that voice, breaking the chains that tied Daevarro in thought. The dark-robed young man turned to Calvin, who was looking down at the very sight he was. His eyes lacking emotion, they were as cold as the night. Calvin then closed his eyes and sighed. "Ya wonder if those gods even have a soul at all."

Calvin then turned his back, while Daevarro just kept on staring. He didn't know what to make of it, wondering the very thing that Calvin had just brought up. "I know you ain't used ta this," he continued. "but we gotta get goin'." Daevarro turned to Calvin, corresponding with a shake of his head. The two then continued to flee, rushing off as fast as they could.
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