The Death
Part two
With a soft laugh Keelinnea slowly stands, the desbris falling from her, and
she faces the man in her office. Recognising him she quickly schools her face
void of all emotions even though many emotions flow through her now. 'I told
you no before, I have not changed my mind. For this...' she gestures to her
office, 'and them...' her gaze moving from him towards the hallway where her
guards should be, 'you will not leave here alive.' she states in a deathly
calm voice.

The smile that formed on his face at seeing her slides from it, replacing it
with a look of anger and hate. With a growl he grabs his sword and lunges
scross the remains of her desk, slicing outward with the sword towards her
face. Raising her hand quickly, as she steps back out of the range of the
sword, a bright bolt of purple light shoots from her upraised hand, slamming
into his chest and knocking him across the floor into the far wall.

Slumping against the wall he groans. HOlding his chest he stands slowly,
watching Keelinnea as she moves across the room towards him. Anger flashing
in her emerald gaze. Sneering at her he quickly moves out the door of the
office and down the hall. Setting off another explosion, bringing most of the
roof down to block the doorway and the upper halls.

Coverning her face against the explosion, coughing as the dust fills the air.
Keelinnea mutters a curse as a bright bolt of white light bursts from her
fingers and melts the stones before her into the open part of the hallway.
Running quickly across her office and into the opening, the poers she has
learned and beeb granted flowing though her. Jumping across the last few
fallen stones and into what is left of the stairway landing.

Jumping her from behind they both roll to the ground. Him pinning her beneath
him with the tip of he sword pressed against her side. The sounds of people
below rising up to where they are, they are trying to get ladders to reach up
to the broken remains of the stairs. Glares of hatered and anger pass back
and forth beterrn the two of them.

'You should have come with me. Our family together away from all this
corruption. Our love would have never died.' He says as he looks down at her.
Reaching up to brush a lock of her hair from her face.

'NEVER!' Keelinnea screams, 'Never would that have happen. To give up all I
have for one such as you...' she sneers at him, 'I have all I ever needed and
wanted in my life now. You could have never given me half of this!'

'Then you die!' He yells as he shoves the sword into her side.

Grabbing him she forces her powers into him, finding his heart she wraps her
powers around it. With the last of the strength she whispers, 'You die with
me...' with that she contrats her power tightly around his heart causing it
to explode inside his chest. He gasps and then falls from her dead. The sword
remains burried in her side. A pool of her blood forms beneath her. Looking
around at the distruction of the temple. A single tear slides from her eye.
Coughing weakly she tastes the metalic taste of her own blood. Closing her
eyes once more she sighs.

'It will be rebuit just as grand...I give my life and soul up to you my Lord
Belial. Watch over them until the time comes again that you need them.'
Keelinnea prays with her last breath.

The chample of Belial glows from the light of thousands of candles. Beneath
the altar laying on the purple silk of a golden coffin are the remains of
Keelinnea Shai'tan, Chosen One of Belial. The black of her gown richly
embroidered in platinum. The ring of her rank sparkles in the light from her
folded hands along with that of her wedding band. Laying beneath her hands is
the dagger "Shards of Ice", her personal gift from Belial.

Her children stand off to one side of the altar, Syndel and Javan holding
young Rafe's hands as he cries for his mother, Aeryn, Vicerx and Jannivier
hold hands and watch silently like the older two. Their grief silent and
hidden. Standing as honor guards around her coffin are the CHildren of Belial
in all their splender. And kneeling before the coffin with his head bowed,
his wings tebmling in grief is her husband. Slowly he reaches out with his
clawed hand and lays it gently down over hers, whispering softly, 'Goodbye my
love for now, but not forever.'
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