I watched from beyond my body as the scene unfolded before me. I had backed off the master, leaving Damian and Kyron to deal with him while I reloaded my revolvers. The demon, Molluk, and the new girl were approaching the Master on my left. I raised my revolvers, the sandalwood grips and the hefty weight of the large revolvers feeling perfect in my grip. I aimed for the Master's chest and waited for Kyron and Damian to move out of the bullets soon to be paths. Molluk and Raven inched ever closer as Kyron and Damian finally moved of to the side allowing me to unleash another volley of enchanted bullets. The shots rang loudly through the clear night, flying true and lodging themselves in the master's chest again. All 12 shots hit their marks and the blue light flew forth from the holes just the same as they had last time. The vampire master no longer looked smug or happy. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was scared.
Moments before I had reloaded my revolvers, something else had happened that helped to turn the tide of this battle in our favor. The obelisk containing the hundreds of souls the master had captured was destroyed. It crumbled beneath the sword of the angel, Elihazar, and hundreds of souls rushed forth from it at the instant it shattered. They rushed forth freed from their unnatural, unholy confines. With the major source of the vampire master's seemingly limitless power destroyed, he was quickly tiring and quickly losing his potency. His hits no longer hurt as they once had. He was no longer blocking everything we threw at him. He was slowing down, nearing his release.
The master fell to his knees as the bullets took their toll upon him, the light searing his skin as it exited his body. Beyond our sight, the bullets tore at his insides as the light searched to get away from his blackened soul. Molluk began rushing at the master just as Jag had gotten up from his last blow and both were converging on him. Molluk reached the master first, leaping into the air and avoiding a blow. He called forth his spirit sword as he leapt and narrowly missed taking off the master's head. The master was slowing, but not that much. As Molluk landed the master grabbed him by the hair and crashed his fist into Molluk�s face just as Jag came up behind him, his sword pulled back. In the next instant Jag had swung the blade into the vampire master, cutting deep into his side forcing him to release Molluk. The Master once again fell to his knees, screaming in agony. Jag placed his foot on the vampires back and pulled his sword out sending the master face down into the ground. His wounds already beginning to heal. Damian and Kyron were upon him again before he could get up. Their swords entering his body simultaneously, Kyron's piercing the master's lower back, causing another scream to emanate from him. Damian's blade went through the master's neck. He was pinned down between Kyron's and Damian's sword. Any slight movement he made brought more pain upon himself. Molluk was on the ground, apparently unconscious. I remained where I had been for the past few moments. Eli was also passed out against a small shed. The girl, Raven, stood a few feet to my left. Jag walked over to the master slowly, his sword in hand. He raised it slowly and in a rapid movement, brought the blades tip down on the master's back, through his ribs and into his heart. Another released. The vampire master's head fell to the grass with a dull thud as his soul left his undead body. Damian fell backwards, sprawled out on his back and let out a long sigh. "It's over" |
