There were many legends about how the Assassins power worked.
So whispered that the Assassin required a persons na and face, then determined the cause of death. A stroke, accident, murder they believed the Assassin could kill anyone, anywhere, with the correct knowledge. Others believed Assassins put a marker on their target, a compulsion that when triggered sent the victim to the afterlife.
From what I could tell, the truth was much simpler.
If the Assassin touched their target, they died. The end.
My magical sight had witnessed it all. rsies hand brushed against the werewolfs back, and his essenceall of what made the beastman what he wasflickered out like an extinguished candle. It was as if soone had pulled a lever to halt a mills turn. It simply stopped.
I should have known a demon would target the cathedral, rsie muttered before observing closer. Are you hard, Robin?
Nothing more than scratches, but thanks. Unlike Colmar, I still had my head on my shoulders. Your assignnt?
Taken care of, rsie replied. No demons.
Florences plan beca clear to . Since the north watchtower was still releasing its poison, I suspected most of the Knots demons had actually been deployed there. Florence anticipated us sending the Knight to deal with the first active pyre; with our strongest pinned down halfway across the city, she could release the gas in another location with less resistance.
The woman was clever, I had to give her that.
rsies eyes squinted as she struggled to see through the smoke and noticed Colmars remains. The Alchemist
Should be fine, I replied. I hoped so, at least.
rsie gave a strange look. Anybody else would have doubted my words, but she trusted . Maybe more than I trusted her.
However, the bloodthirsty, furious look she sent Chastel upon noticing himfollowed by one of the creepiest smiles I had ever seenfroze the blood in my veins. She had recognized him even in his demon form. She had probably seen his claws tear apart her family and retainers many years ago.
Rescuing Alaire is our priority, I reminded rsie. Chastel still held her hostage, her arms twisted and broken. Florence had explicitly ordered her fiendish pet to keep Alaire alive, but as Soraseo said, demons lied.
You take care of her, rsie replied, her smile unblemished. Ill distract Chastel.
Or kill him, her tone implied.
We charged onward at the sa ti, perfectly synchronized. We knew each other too well. Still, Florence saw us coming, with flas swirling in her hands in turn.
Strange, rsie muttered to herself. Its the first ti were fighting together.
I would rather dance, I quipped back.
Were still dancing, Robin, rsie replied, two throwing knives flashing from under her sleeves. The dance of blades.
Florence raised her hands to unleash blasts of fire at us, but rsie threw her knives first: one at the apothecarys eye, the other at Chastels face. One of the demons hands caught the projectile with lightning-fast reflexes. His mistress, however, did not possess the sa agility. rsies knife hit her masks glass goggle and shattered it. Florence let out a snarl of pain, her previously fiery hands moving to cover her mask.
Astonishingly, Chastels head snapped in his mistress direction with what could pass for concern. That was all rsie and I needed to strike. My fiery dagger cut through Chastels hands like butter. The monster shed no blood, nor did I feel much resistance. It was as if he had neither flesh nor bones under his skin.
In any case, it forced him to drop Alaire. I grabbed her before she could hit the ground and swiftly retreated a few steps back.
"Alaire?! Alaire, are you well?!" When I received no response and checked her pulse, I realized Alaire had passed out. The pain from having her arms broken, not to ntion the smoke and gas, had caused her to faint.
anwhile, rsie engaged Chastel in lee. She dodged a quick strike aid for her hand, grabbed the demon's arm with both hands
And nothing happened.
Chastel did not drop dead, nor did my magical sight notice any change in his essence. rsie blinked in bewildernt before jumping back before Chastel could counterattack.
Im afraid I have no soul to take, dear Assassin, Chastel apologized, his tone utterly insincere. As I said: no cheating.
It didnt take long to figure out how the Assassins power worked. rsies touch magically severed the bond between an individuals body and their soul. The latter moved on to the Soulforge for reincarnation while the forr dropped dead, a husk emptied of all life and essence.
However, becoming a demon involved selling ones soul to the Devil of Greed and letting their evil fill the void. There was no soul to send to the Soulforge since another already laid claim to it.
In a way, the person was already gone. The demon was simply a reanimated corpse, the rotting echo of a departed fool. All the goodif the likes of Sforza and Chastel ever held that in their hearthad left this world, and only their sins lingered behind.
Good, rsie replied coldly. New knives flashed out of her sleeves, one for each hand. I wanted to take my ti with you.
Is that so? Chastel asked mirthfully. I guess that makes two of us then.
He once again turned invisible and vanished from sight.
rsie didn't appear surprised. She closed her eyes and bent slightly. I watched her roll to the side right before marks of laceration appeared on the spot where she stood.
She has rehearsed this fight for half of her life, I realized while leaving Alaire behind a pile of rubble, away from the flas and fighting. rsie had seen Chastel in action before and learned her lesson.
Unfortunately, she wasn't facing one opponent. Florence removed the dagger stuck in her mask, her shattered glass goggle revealed red blood dripping on her exposed, hateful eye.
I closed the gap between us before she could assist Chastel, my dagger so hot it hurt to wield it. She dodged a lethal blow, but my blade still carved a line across her chest. I cut through leather before feeling the resistance of tal underneath.
Why would a demon wear armor?
As I dodged a burst of yellow flas, I realized that at no point did Florence transform into a monster. The fact she felt the need to wear equipnt to protect herself from her own chemicals in close quarters could only an one thing.
"You're no demon," I whispered, confirming my earlier suspicions. "You're a werewolf. The kind that can pass for a human."
I heard Florence shrug behind her mask. "Does it matter?"
A great deal, yes. I wonder why a demon would follow a re mortal.
I heard Chastel laugh behind . There is nothing re about Milady.
I turned my head to see empty air behind . I still stepped to the right on instinct, a reaction that saved my life. Invisible claws lashed at the tal plate covering my chest and penetrated deep enough to reach the clothes underneath.
Dont you see the beauty of her soul? Chastel asked , his grin briefly becoming visible amidst the smoke. The frightful rage born of sorrow? It fascinates .
Florence appeared to flinch for a brief instant, before attempting to flank the Assassin with a burst of flas. rsie acted quicker and threw another knife at her. Florence saw it coming this ti and the two ladies swiftly started exchanging projectiles.
I cannot muster the strength to hate anyone Chastel continued to ramble. I kept backing off, sensing his approach but unable to ascertain his position. Co to think of it, I do not care much for anything. But Milady
Keep rambling, I thought while focusing on Chastels voice. It will be the end of you.
I heard a chuckle to my left. She inspires to do my very best.
I sensed claws surging through the air. I swung my dagger in their rough direction, my blade cutting through sothing I couldnt pierce. Phantom fingers closed on my arms armored protection, tearing off steel and leather alike. Another visible claw grazed my cheek deep enough to draw blood. Chastel might have gutted had he been any closer.
rsie wasnt having any more luck. Florence had summoned a wall of fla around herself to keep the Assassin at bay, and though her apothecary equipnt had taken hits, none of them threatened her combat effectiveness.
Those flas wont protect you forever, rsie taunted Florence. She paced around the fire, trying to find an opening.
I do not fear a thief, Florence replied with contempt. She waved her hands, manipulating the essence in the air the way only an experienced witchcrafter could. You vassal heroes should never have existed.
To rsies astonishnt, Florences essence caused the wall of fire to advance toward her foe. It was quite the feat of witchcrafting; I could hardly channel the poison from the berserk gas into my dagger, but Florence managed to alter an elental force of nature without the help of runestones or a heros mark. Only those who had undergone the Second Awakening and extensive training could achieve a similar feat.
My ex-lover deftly backflippedrsie had always been quite flexiblecloser to . Before we knew it, we were fighting back-to-back, flanked from both sides by an invisible demon and a wall of fire.
Theyre tough, rsie conceded. Any suggestions, Robin?
Lets take out one and then the other, I replied. It would be so much easier once one of them bit the dust. Florence is no demon, so your power should work on her. It will lure Chastel to you.
rsie nodded in confirmation. We separated to avoid a fireball thrown at us and imdiately moved on to attack Florence by flanking her from two sides. We ran around her wall of fire, forcing Florence to split her attention.
rsie stopped midway through her course to throw a knife at empty air. It appeared Chastel had chosen to focus on her over after deeming the Assassin a greater danger to his mistress. Worse, it appeared Florence shared her associates opinion.
Your mark is not ant for battle, Robin, Florence chastised while channeling fire through her gas masks filter. What do you hope to accomplish here?
I admit Im more comfortable counting coins than dueling an experienced mage like yourself, I confessed while closing the gap between us. Still, what kind of hero sits around while his city threatens to burn?
Florence welcod with a blast of searing flas. Yet no matter how much she tried to mimic a dragon, she lacked their power. I had no issues running circles around her, waiting for her to need to catch her breath.
Your class is fake, Robin, Florence ranted, each word carrying berserk fire. A counterfeit. A pale imitation of the Goddess true gift; shackled and restrained. Do you truly believe the likes of the Alchemist and the Artisan exist to support you, Robin? Quite the contrary. Their classes dilute yours.
While I focused on the fight first and foremost, I did listen to her words. The mory I had glimpsed through my mark flashed back into my mind: that of people turned to gold at a tyrants rcy. That would be a gross abuse of the Alchemists power, twisted and wrong.
Now it is up to us to continue the holy work, Florence declared. She finally stopped to catch her breath, offering an opening. To purify this sinful world in the na of its true inheritors.
Is that what it is all about? I pointed my dagger at her mask. Youll tear apart this kingdom so your followers and the northern beastn can take it for themselves?"
They deserve this land more than its current inhabitants for certain, Florence replied with contempt, while struggling to dodge my dagger stabs. Since her chest was protected, I started aiming for the neck. What did humans do with this kingdom other than stain it with blood? Greed, cupidity, and bigotry are the order of the day in Archfrost.
She joined her hands and widened them into a wall of fla. I had no choice but to take a step back and run around it to avoid being charbroiled. I glanced towards rsie and found that neither of us made any progress. rsie threw knives at thin air and moved away to avoid invisible blows. Her hearing had to be incredibly sharp to sense Chastels blows coming through this chaos.
"Have we t before, dear Assassin? Chastel's voice echoed around the plaza. You seem to have co prepared."
I noticed rsies hands tightening their grip on her weapons. Does the na Salvadoreen an anything to you?
Ah, yes, yes, you an that party in Goldport? Such a posh gathering, the guests were so magnificently dressed. Chastels shape briefly beca visible through the smoke. While his camouflage was perfect, he remained a physical creature displacing dust in his wake. Especially the lord of the house. I loved his leathered boots so much I bought another set for myself.
The taunt no, scratch that. I knew taunts, breathed them even. This wasnt a taunt, or even an act of malice. I could tell that from Chastels nonchalant tone. The monster had slaughtered so many innocents they had all started to blur together.
The one detail Chastel rembered from massacring rsies entire family was how he liked her fathers boots.
Obviously, rsie didnt take it well. She suddenly traced a thin line along her arm with a snarl, drawing blood, before throwing the knife at Chastel. The demon caught it in midair before it could hit his head off course and stained his own fingers with rsies blood. The stain floated in the air, marking the demons position.
Oh, I see, Chastel noted. His attempts to rub the fluid off his hand only caused it to spread further. The traces were faint, but enough to help rsie identify her foes current location. Clever, clever.
I would have congratulated rsie on her quick thinking if I wasnt too busy avoiding bursts of fire aid at my head. What Florence lacked in aim and combat training, she more than made up for in power and fury. She lit up braziers and seared the cobblestones around us with utter disregard for her own safety. Her gloves had long turned to ash, revealing hands stained with burns.
You think serving Belgoroth will bring you anything but pain, Florence?! I managed to get close enough for a swing at her throat, ripping out the leather protecting it and leaving her neck exposed. Not deep enough to slash the flesh below though. I saw him when the Blight manifested. Hes fury incarnate. Hell kill and kill, until there's no one left to kill.
Good, Florence replied coldly.
Her response caught off-guard, which nearly cost my life. Florences fiery left hand lunged for my face, intent on lting my skull. I barely managed to stab her palm before it could reach , the sheer heat causing my gloves to catch fire. Her other hand imdiately tried to unleash a burst of flas in close quarters, but I managed to grab her arm and force it up, causing her fireball to go flying above our heads.
Yet Florence kept pushing , trying to get her hands close enough to my head to land a killing blow. I was stronger than her, but it was hard to maintain a grip when her uniform was half ablaze! My skin burned beneath my gloves.
All Lord Belgoroth does is strip away the lie, Florence hissed with maddened eyes. Youre a bright child, Robin. Youve seen the real face of humanity, the savagery festering under the slum-infested cities and pretty castles!
Yes, I have I gritted my teeth while trying to push her back. I channeled whatever essence I could into my dagger. Its why Im cutting it out rather than letting it fester like you do!
Your efforts are for naught, Robin! You may be able to sell and buy anything, but you will never change human nature! I saw flas build up within Florences filter. Curses, she intended to breathe fire in my face. You were ant to help us, not fight
Florence froze, her head snapped to the side. She had sensed a presence closing in.
Colmars headless corpse had silently risen behind her.
There was no bone to support his apothecary apparatus, no blood pumping out of his severed neck, no flesh underneath the leather and steel. Only dust and a gaping emptiness previously hidden from the world.
Its one thing to expect it, I thought, only half-surprised, and another to see it.
What Florence managed to say before Colmars hands slamd against her apothecary outfit. My friends magic traveled through her clothes, turning leather into cold stone. I removed my searing dagger from her hand as she found herself trapped within her own uniform.
Florence raged and scread, but her flas could not lt stone. She was trapped inside her own unmoving apparatus.
Robin!
rsies warning caused to turn around just in ti to see a floating red spot of blood rushing at . Chastel, realizing his mistress was now in danger, had abandoned rsie to rescue her. My friend raced after him, but the demon was quicker.
I only had seconds before Chastel reached us, so I put them to use.
Rembering what happened when I stabbed the werewolf earlier, I infused my already unstable dagger with the nefarious essence suffusing Florences gas. Cruel poison and wrath seeped into my weapon. I grit my teeth as I struggled against the pain of holding it.
Get down! I shouted at everyone, rsie first and foremost.
I threw my dagger.
I wasnt as good a shot as rsie, but the bloodstain on Chastels hands made for the perfect target. The blade sang as it raced through the air before ending its course in the middle of the plaza. I heard it hit sothingone of Chastels hands, or hopefully his headand then a flash of bright light followed.
The weapon exploded in a mighty burst of berserk fla.
The blast threw back among the dust and the ashes, tossed Florence onto her back, and caused Colmars remains to stumble. rsie managed to rush to the ground upon hearing my warning.
As for Chastel, the blast tore him apart.
The demon beca visible again upon destruction, so I saw all the grisly details. A hundred charred hands flew in countless directions amidst a rain of burned blood. Chastels head was severed from the cloak of fur that made up his body and tumbled among the ashes.
Is I coughed smoke and ashes, my ears hurting. I heard a buzzing sound echoing in the back of my head. Is everyone alright?
I am, rsie replied while rising back to her feet. How did you how did you do that?
I improvised, I replied before moving to check on Colmar. The apothecarys decapitated remains stood still next to his own severed head. Are you in there?
I am well. Colmars voice ca from his severed head, which his body picked up under one arm. The sight sent shivers down my spine. It was as if he had done it before. What about Florence?
It said sothing about Colmar that appeared more concerned for his enemys health than his own. Nonetheless, I moved to check on Florence anyway. She was still trapped inside her petrified costu, raging against her prison and yet unable to escape it. Blasting her way out ant suffering from a deadly recoil.
Good, shes still alive, I thought. We couldnt interrogate the dead after all.
My, my, a familiar, wheezing voice said, this is quite the pickle
Speaking of the dead, I glanced at Chastels remains, utterly gobsmacked.
The demons severed head lay near his petrified mistress, the left half torched enough to reveal gilded bones under his fur. Chastel was missing everything beneath the jaw, including lungs, and yet I heard him breathe. His vicious little eyes glanced at his own bloody remains with the sa eerie nonchalance he had shown us ti and ti again.
Hes still alive. I could scarcely believe it. The blast had torn him apart, and yet Chastels soulless spirit lingered in this world. But not for long.
If his wounds didnt claim Chastels life soon, rsie would. She grabbed the demon by the ears with a furious look, a knife in hand.
Even so, Chastel showed no fear in the face of death. He utterly ignored rsie and instead glared at Colmar, who had switched to extinguishing the fires by turning stones and rubble to ice.
"My, my, and the priests call us abominations," Chastel mused. How he could speak without lungs was beyond ; though I could say the sa for Colmar. "The cauldron calling the kettle black I suppose."
Except Colmar worked tirelessly to save lives while Chastel dedicated his existence to taking them. Quite the difference.
rsie forced Chastel to look at her. Her beauty was twisted in an expression of cold rage. "You don't rember at all."
I do my hearts best to rember all my victims, but no, I do not rember you, Chastel replied. I am truly sorry.
The creepiest part was that he almost sounded sincere.
Fifteen years ago, you and your acolytes broke into my familys ho. rsie raised her knife up to Chastels remaining eye. There was a blonde girl, five years old. You thought she was . She applied the blade to the eyelid. So you tore her apart.
She stabbed Chastel in the left eye.
Though I held no love for the fiend, I winced a bit at the sight. Blackened blood poured out of Chastels skull and dripped down his burned cheek. Another man might have tried to stop her, but I had spent years plotting vengeance against Sforza. So people deserved to die for the good of everyone else.
You tore her apart with your filthy claws, rsie hissed, her voice dripping with fifteen years worth of venom and hatefulness. A child of five. Sarah. My friend. You murdered her.
Chastel didnt scream as she twisted the blade.
He didnt laugh, or whine, or beg, or react. His remaining eye stared at rsie while the other bled, unblinking, amused.
rsies jaw clenched in fury. The demon appeared determined to deny her any catharsis in his final monts.
You murdered her while your acolytes killed my father and mother, she spat at the fiend.
I am sorry, my fair lady, Chastel apologized with all the sweetness of rancid butter. I shouldnt have separated you from your family. If I could, I would send you to join them this very instant.
No, you wont. But before you go to whatever hell your pact with the Devil of Greed condemned you, you will tell where to find your last acolyte. rsie moved her blade to his other eye. Ive managed to track down everyone present that night over the years. Every last one of you beasts. All except one."
She started tracing a line around the remaining eye with her knife.
"One-eyed, rsie said, her voice colder than ice. White-haired. Knife thrower."
"Ah, Chronius?" Chastel chuckled, unimpressed by the threats. It does not surprise . Hes retired, you know? He exchanged his weapons for tools and blood for a farm.
I scoffed. One does not retire from your kind of organization.
They do, if they agree to keep their mouths shut, Chastel replied calmly. Yes, we let the old chap go. But weve kept an eye on him since.
rsie pushed her knife against Chastels head, emphasizing each word of her question. Where. Is. He?
Youll find him in Wisepeak, my fair lady, if youre so eager to die, Chastel taunted her. Chronius is a better killer than I am. Truly a master of his craft. Hes not the kind of blade that rusts with ti.
Wisepeak? I struggled to believe it. Wisepeak was a center of learning in Erebia, infamous for, among other things, hosting the Inquisitions training grounds. I could hardly imagine why a forr cultist would start a new life there.
Except, perhaps, to make sure his old associates would think twice about pursuing him, I figured. Interesting I wonder whats the story behind it.
Good. rsie dropped Chastels head onto the ground. And now you will die.
I sense much anger in your heart, young woman. Chastel chuckled. You would have made a good mber of the Knots
rsie stomped his skull under her foot, shattering it. Red mist consud Chastels remains, until only a familiar, ghastly coin remained. I seized it and put it in my pocket. Eris would appreciate the gift.
As for rsie she stared at the horizon with a hollow expression. Only now that Colmar had extinguished the flas did I realize the northern tower was gone. Smoke rose where it once stood. Had Roland cast the whole place down to extinguish its pyre?
Wisepeak, rsie muttered to herself. Her hand played with her knife; flipping it up and down as if she imagined throwing it on a monts notice. Wisepeak. Hes in Wisepeak.
The mad glint in her eyes worried . I had seen it before when we last t at my ho, when she recounted the slaughter she had witnessed in her childhood. It was the sa rage that animated Florence.
rsie? I asked, my voice hardly carrying over the wind. She turned to face , smiling sadly. Did it give you satisfaction?
Yes, she answered without hesitation.
She probably ant it, or at least desired for it to be true. I had no room to judge her, but sohow I had the gut feeling her suffering had only begun. It bothered .
Now was not the ti to discuss this, however. We still needed to restrain Florence and treat Alaires wounds. Colmar had moved on to do the latter after affixing his head to his shoulders. When I found him applying bandages to Alaires arms, a thin line surrounded his neck. From what I could gather, he had used his power to glue back his severed mask the best he could.
Colmar looked up when he sensed approaching. Our eyes t, mine made of living matter and his of glass. I had seen nothing other than dust inside his head. Dust and mories.
Hes old, I thought. For even his bones to have decomposed he has been walking the earth for at least a century.
You knew, Colmar said. It wasnt a question, but a statent. He sounded a little relieved that I hadnt rejected him outright.
I suspected it, I replied calmly. How did it happen?
Though Colmar did not breathe, he made a whizzing sound while tightening Alaires bandages. I told you, Robin, he said grimly. There was once an apothecary who thought he could save everyone from the plague until one day he realized everyone was dead.
Colmar looked at the corpses on the plaza. Most were our enemies, yet they would haunt him all the sa.
Even himself, he whispered.
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