Fire Child Part 33

Zendrius roared before charging straight at Persephone.  Alyza instinctively backed away, but the Dannar just crossed her arms and watched her son advance with clear amusement. 

Just when Alyza were about to voice her concern, Azain intercepted the enraged being in a blur of movement.  Zendrius lashed out, but the fallen angel dodged the blow with ease before delivering one of his own.  It sent the newly reborn child staggering backward before he charged again.  Azain sighed before sidestepping then grabbing Zendrius’ right arm, the fallen angel tapped into his opponent’s momentum and executed an excellent over shoulder throw.  The moment Zendrius struck the ground Azain unleashed an incantation and glowing emerald chains appeared out of thin air and bound the frenzied young Dannar to the soil.

  “Wow,” said Alyza truly astonished.

  “I hope you did not believe that Azain had fought you seriously during your training.  I chose him because he is the best at restraint; I feared that the others might kill you by accident,” said Persephone surprised at the girl’s remark.

  Azain noticed that the emerald chains began to crack underneath their victim’s strength and quickly weaved a few extra signs; increasing their strength tenfold.  “He is stronger than I thought, with the proper training he would be hard to deal with.”

“And that is exactly what he will get, but first we need to visit my brother.  He will not calm until he has had the nectar of Eve,” said Persephone, ignoring her son’s screams of frustration.

“He will be hard to move but –” said Azain when sanguine flames erupted from behind him.

The nearest members of the Living Blade responded instantly and within seconds Zendrius’ flames where contained with him in an azure energy bubble.

  That’s when Alyza noticed that despite her fears during the battle that they would be overwhelmed, she couldn’t see a single injured member of the Living Blade, much less a casualty.  There were only a few durandals who had been hurt, but their injuries were already mostly healed.  

  “We should hurry, the next threat to show itself might not be so easy to deal with,” said Azain as he regarded Arcachne’s steaming corpse.

  “Indeed, prepare my son for transport.  Come Alyza,” said Persephone as she half dragged the girl to the litter.

Michael watched as his subordinates searched the rumble of Outpost 31.  Central had despatched them after Duke Tolstoy failed to report in for two consecutive weeks.  He had prayed throughout their entire journey, that it was all just due to some technical malfunction in the outpost’s communication equipment and that they’ll find everyone safe and sound.  But he also knew that the Lord would often not grant the prayers of men of war; for most had a deep burning hatred in their hearts for their enemies, and as he stared on at the ruined outpost, he felt his chest aflame.