The Black Saint is My StalkerCh111 - He saw glimmers of a past long forgotten

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The door swung open. Cold air greeted Aoibhinn. B13 looked just as she had left it; barren, dark and brimming with untapped potential. 4H6pTa

Aoibhinn sighed and looked upon the glowing lines of magic that rested beyond the thick tempered glass. Her reflection stared back at her, disappointment evident in those shining emerald eyes. All these fools needed to do was reverse the foundational formula of this silly Edelstein Barrier and then just think of the ensuing possibilities.

Black roots webbed the floor and crawled up the windows. A cold, indifferent stare clouded her dainty visage. To think that mankind’s peak ingenuity would mesh with peak idiocy and cowardice. This Pillar was nothing but proof of humanity’s incompetence in the witch princess’s eyes.

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Footsteps interrupted her thoughts. Aoibhinn’s glance shifted, catching the tall black shadow that reflected in the glass. “Despite arriving ahead of me, you are late, Husband.”

“…” Graham removed the mask that hid his expression. She could see right through his veil of apathy and saw the anguish that he secretly shouldered within. For some reason, it only made her irate, knowing that he suffered because of her. “Aoibhinn, my love. What must I do to convince you to stop?” 7dOfDw

“…” Displeasure was clear on her face. Rather than his words, Aoibhinn hated even more the fact that she wasn’t surprised. “Then I suppose you must part my head from my shoulders.”

“I…see.”

Aoibhinn ignored her wayward husband and held her druid’s staff to the grass. With an incantation on her lips, black roots crept up from the ground, gathering at the indicated point.

Something in the air shifted. An ethereal spearhead thrust her way. Aoibhinn did not dodge, but her black roots shot up to catch the offending weapon. A thunderous crackling sound erupted, spearhead piercing cursed wood.

Aoibhinn’s expression turned dark, her mood soured. But she still refused to turn around, only chanting with greater vigor. Black veins drew lines on her skin, drawing into her life force to fuel her power.

Graham, undaunted by her retaliation, cut through her roots with ease. But the roots grew in staggering numbers; the air saturating with her oppressive strengths.

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The Saint of Eternity was no powerless whelp. He too had bountiful might to draw upon. A divine halo appeared above his head, glowing brightly with heavenly potency.

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All the while, Aoibhinn continued to chant; forming that black bulbous mass on the window. It pulsed and grew, bubbling with grotesque splendor.

A talisman flew to her feet. Aoibhinn, so enraptured in her spellwork and her misguided husband that she did not notice until magic began to buzz beside her heel.

Lightning sizzled and the witch princess startled, knocked off balance when the new threat approached. She fell back, more roots summoned to protect her from the onslaught. But only more talismans came; a flying sword danced through the air weaving between the roots erected to swat it aside. 5qAfGd

Aoibhinn snarled, her heart flared with unbridled rage. She scrambled to her feet, voice roaring as she slammed the butt of the druid staff to the ground. A protective shield of blacked wood shot out from the floor, just in time to catch the blade that sought her life.

“I’d put that down if I were you,” the voice, youthful and gratingly modern, came from behind her. The telltale simmer of miasma could be scented in air, and it made her bristle. Aoibhinn craned her neck, glancing at this new foe that dared to attack her from behind.

It was that young half-demon, dark eyes, and a pretty little face. So this little demon really did seduce her husband, planting idiocy into that thick skull of his. Something boiled in her blood; hatred so visceral that it was nigh incomprehensible. This little demon was completely incompatible with her very existence.

But Han Li did not quake at her murderous gaze, meeting it without fear. His eyes trailed down to the druid staff she had clenched in her claws, making his intentions clear. PA234f

Aoibhinn smiled. “Die, worthless scum.”

She twisting quickly, her druid staff angled toward his chin. But Han Li was fast, catching the weapon with his palm. Her mana sizzled against his skin, but the little demon was undaunted by the stinging burn. His eyes glowed red.

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“Sorry but, right back at you!” he hissed at her, stepping in to catch a lower point of the staff with his other hand, wrestling her for control.

Rage roared from her belly and into her chest. She saw red, the flare of demonic wrath throbbing in her chest as the black veins across her body deepened, drawing out even more power, even more of her soul. 54lX2K

Black roots snaked around Han Li’s ankles as spearheads of wood threatened to pierce his body. Talismans danced around him, discharging surges of electricity to ward off their encroach. He stepped around what he could, with the added weight dragging his movements. There was only so much he could do; black roots drew cuts along his body; arms, legs, and even his stomach and face. One piece even pierced straight through his forearm. But Han Li disregarded the pain and maintained his ground.

“Anytime now!” Han Li shouted.

It was then that Aoibhinn realized that a path had been paved; her black roots laid in charred ruin, splinters of wood littering the floor. The perpetrator stood with a solemn gaze, eyes dark, lips pulled taut. And he was as always, so utterly striking in appearance. The little lamb that she had plucked from the enemy battlefield had grown up so well.

For a fleeting moment, Aoibhinn felt warmth in her heart. 8oSCIi

But it was instantly eclipsed by the inexplicable wrath simmered to a boiling point. Her face twisted from the madness that infested her heart and soul. “Very well Dimitris! Cut me down if you so dare! After I fed, raised and loved you with my own two hands!”

Graham clenched his hand around Rhongomyniad. Now was not the time for hesitation. And though he could quickly pluck out his gun and shoot, Graham did not dare. He did not dare end Aoibhinn in such a way so he raised his spear and sprung forth and—

His heart was in his throat.

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Aoibhinn looked at him, the moment suspended. In the depth of her beautiful emerald eyes, he saw glimmers of a past long forgotten.

He couldn’t— 

To her—

Madness drew black veins upon her skin; a demonic power; Andraste’s soul melded into her own. eMuO1I

The pointed spearhead embedded itself in the glass.

Han Li stumbled back, shocked and startled from the blow. He did not even realize that he had successfully ripped the druid’s staff from Aoibhinn’s hands.

Strands of strawberry blond hair fell to the ground. Aoibhinn had but a cut on her creamy cheek. His form, hunched over hers, shielding her from the outside world. She smiled, for the first time, it was warm and gentle. “My love, you could never turn against me, now can you? Why make it difficult for yourself, hm?”

The expression he wore was one of anguish, eyes glassy and brows furrowed. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. JPeRrf

Silly man. But if she would just tear out his heart and devour it whole, then he would never leave her, ever again.

She reached up, a gentle touch fell upon his cheek. “Shh, beloved, don’t look so sad. I’ll be here with you, for all of eternity.” On her tippy toes, her lips grazed his, her hand reaching up over his chest.

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“Wake, the fuck, up! And get a grip of yourself!” Han Li shouted. Weian cut him loose from the grips of black roots around his ankles. And with the druid staff armed and ready he used it like a baseball bat, swinging it wide.

Graham flinched away from Aoibhinn, but he also caught the offending weapon that came down upon them. “Han Li—“ hCJzcs

In contrast to the surprise on his countenance, Aoibhinn met him with rage. Black was starting to seep into her green pupils and Han Li could scent the telling stench of Andraste’s scent.

“Begone!” she shrieked, “You have no business between us husband and wife!”

The druid staff began to resonate with her corrupted soul. A strange, unfamiliar magic enveloped him. Han Li felt his soul being dragged; torn asunder. The anguish ate right through flesh and burrowed itself into the marrow of his bones. He couldn’t even feel the root that tore right through his chest.

The scream that wretched from his lips was inhuman. pQ SGs

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