27 The narrow path...

Looking at the figure mid air a creepy smile blossom at Akin's lip, who would ever thought the ones who killed his loved one would be the ones backing such atrocity again?

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Akin loud laughter resounded through the room.

He was laughing at life, destiny and himself, was all this truly a need? He couldn't and wouldn't think about it,his sense long ago were filled with rage. He would bring them down today or he wouldn't be leaving this place alive, his pride wouldn't allow him.

The laughter sounded shriek as the laughter of a specter or a devilish figure, sending shivers through the bishop spine and making harrumph the person mid air.

"Has you lost all your sanity already? By the mercy of the Lord let me send you to the eternal rest". Spoke the winged figure.

"Holy ..."

Gripping the sword, a golden radiance was coming out of it and the person mid air was about to struck when a sensation draw him to move the sword to his side, shifting his sight he saw the demon, who supposed to be standing in the ground, by his side.He was able to block the incoming strike in the last moment nevertheless he was brought down as the strike made him collide with the ground to great speed.

But as a trained soldier right when he collide with the ground he made a manoeuvre to recover his posture, but his movements hadn't ending yet when a kick send him flying against the room wall, where his shape appeared perfectly oulined after the collision.

"Enough.Holy Shield". The winged person shouted.

The golden sphere around him was able to stop the punch which now he could saw was aimed to his face, the punch brought foward such force that the sphere was incrusted half way in the room wall making the room to tremble and cracks appearing all over the wall.

"I never expected to found an specter specialized in physical strength". The holy messenger made a conjecture as the specter hadn't used any kind of power until now.

The specter in front of him, was still punching the sphere which served as his shield, each punch made the wall tremble while moving the sphere deeper inside the wall, some cracks started appearing all over the sphere.

"You seem very prideful of your strength let me give you a taste of it to your own". The winged person spoke as Akin next hit was about to met the sphere.

"Holy Retribution".

As Akin hit reached the sphere, suddenly cracks appeared around all its whole but at the same time Akin was sent flying backward to a speed indiscernible to the naked eye. Akin body went all the way through the abbey wall and was sent to the outer yard before he was able to stabilize his body, blood was coming out of his mouth but it was instanty evaporated by the fire around him.

Akin didn't dare to slow down a second and his body hadn't properly stabilized when he started twisting to his side.

"Holy Slash". A voice rang out as Akin started his maneaubre.

'Swiss' A golden line hit the place where Akin was standing moments ago and a couple of meters long line appeared in the ground.

As Akin grounded the winged person was already by his side trying to halved his body with an horizontal cut which meet his spear.A golden sword and a black spear kept founding each other as both of his masters kept exchanging blows hard to discern with the naked eyes while moving around.

After tens and tens of blow the winged person was sent flying against the outer wall of the abbeyseeming as if he lost the exchange.In fact Akin body was full of cut all over but thanks to the black fire layer above it couldn't be seen and to the being controlling his body it was nothing, he still could fight perfectly ignoring such small wounds.

"Holy Shield".

The golden sphere came out again stopping the slamering spear but with cracks all over and still encrusted inside the catedral wall. Weird and against all the odds no more blow followed next, the specter retreated keeping his distance, waiting for the winged person to come out. In fact, the sphere would no hold no even maybe two more blows but Akin didn't want to risk and sustain another blow from that 'Holy Retribution', the internal injuries he received from the first weren't a small matter.

'A specter with the blessing of War instead of Death? Besides his spiritual energy felt like devouring mine each time he hit me. Interesting this specimen would worth lot of contribution, shame it look as i wouldn't be able to took him back, live at least'. The winged person thought to himself.

"Holy Shackles".

As the winged person spoke from below Akin and out of nothing at all golden chains appeared constricting his body, next moment golden swords also appeared above in the air and were shoot towards the chains fixing them to ground.

"I hope you don't disappeared". Said the winged person as his sword had a golden radiance all over as he walked forward.

"Holy Judgement".

The air seemed to had frozen and even the time itself seemed to had stopped running in the zone as tens of ethereal figures appeared out of nowhere, even the three hunters from long ago and the priest he killed moments before were there.

"Guilty" "Guilty" "Guilty".... These figures were chanting their veredict.

"The accused had been found guilty. Shall the punishment proceed". A mechanical and emotionless voice was heard.

The sword in the hand of the winged person finally disappeared under the golden radiance and a giant hammer take its place, just the height of the hammerhead was bigger than Akin's. It had very complex patterns engraved all over and a seemingly changing draw on both of the hammerhead faces which were emitting a golden glow.

"Shall you found the eternal rest". Said the winged person as the hammer was about to hit Akin.

A loud din was heard, as the earth tremble and a cloud of dust covered the area as the hammer collided with the ground. But the 'Judged' confirmation of the sentence was never heard.

Without time to think further, a sharp pain invaded the holy messenger as his left arm was severed and in the next moment his body was slammed into the ground before another sharp pain took over him as an object pierced his chest.

"You are right, shall you found the ethernal rest, and don't worry, you shouldn't be alone for much time". This voice was ancient and even made him wanting to revered it, what was the existence that reclamed his life? It was an existence akin to Father?

A pity but he would never now the answer to his questions, as the winged person died his blood started flowing out traveling to Akin, who's body was earnestly absorbing the thick silver blood. The fire around him retreated showing his body, the wounds he got before were quickly healing and something started protounding in his back.

The next moment a pair of wings were growing to a visible speed in Akin's back, they were like that of the winged person but instead of white, dark lustrous feather adorned them. As the wings reached their maximun size Akin's eyes returned to normality.

The activation of his bloodline had saved him of being consumed by the blessing of war because of his hate, just a moment more, just a couple of enemies more and he would never be the him of before.

Feeling the new extensions of his body, and looking at them many complex thoughts ran through his mind before he accepted the facts, who care if the wings looked like that of his enemies, they were a part of his the same as the wish for revenge, for power, for knowledge, for seeing her again. Besides they would be a good reminder when he wanted to slack off on his path.

Here his mortal life came to an ending, the few things which left, he decided he would carried them away into his new life.