3 Romania (2/2)

The journey south was an awkward one, the silence between the three of travellers had caused countless questioning glances from the villagers that they passed, the meek look on Elmenhilde's face only added to the glances as they became more of an accusatory glare, the sudden outbursts of pain from her resulted in many fights between the villagers who assumed a foreigner was kidnapping one of their esteemed nobles.

The reason for Elmenhilde's pain was her transformation into a devil was being forcibly delayed until they arrived in Japan, this was so that the wielders of Durandal would not sense any devils, Zareth and his butler had a technique to hid their demonic auras so they were not an issue. Dodging the rest of the villages, the three of them arrived in recently destroyed town to find sounds of an ongoing battle occuring.

Hordes of undead surrounded a small hut on the outskirts of the town, as two women fought off the horde, a vampire laughed as the horde began to push into the building, Zareth seeing that the women were about to die sighed and walked towards the horde, confused by his actions, Elmenhilde glanced at him and followed, their presence was noticed by those fighting, an angered female voice said" Run you idiots, can't you see the undead here? They will kill you after they have done with us."

Ignoring the woman, Zareth turned to Elmenhilde and said" Kill the vampire controlling these undead, I need something that the girl has, she will not give it up easily and it will hurt you if you touch it."

Elmenhilde was about to argue however Zareth's eyes turned a demonic black colour, staring at her he said"This isn't a question, this is an order, do it or I will go back and finish off your queen. Just because your are in my peerage, doesn't mean you have any hold over me, remember to serve and that is all. That is your life now, my servant, nothing more, your confidence won me over however I will kill you if you try and use it to challenge me, this is your warning."

Zareth walked past the undead, as he did they slowly turned into ash and disappeared into the wind that gently blew around him, the graceful scene made him seem like an aloof noble, the sight of death was normal to him, his life before awakening was filled with nothing but death and deceit. His mind briefly passed back to the past when he and his mother were sealed in a tomb within the Devil world, their crime was his birth, his father the cause of them being locked up.

Zareth's father was not a commoner as was claimed, he was someone of immense power and prestige however Zareth was his bastard, his mother was his father's maid. As a result his father sealed Zareth and his mother in the tomb, that was 800 years ago, Zareth was suspended in time while his mother slowly aged and died, when he awoke, the first thing Zareth saw was his now dead mother holding his frozen body. A vow was born at this time, if his father survived Zareth would kill him, if not his brothers would suffice, if they were dead then their descendants would suffice, his father's clan must be eradicated at all costs.

Breaking free from his memories Zareth walked inside the small shack, in it were two girls, one of them is a beautiful young woman with violet eyes. She had long chestnut hair that was tied into twintails, each held with a blue scrunchy. She wore the standard Church battle attire, same as the other however there were some slight differences. The other girl, a young woman with long blue hair and brown eyes , stood in front of her, Durandal pointed at Zareth, she asked" Demon or Vampire?"

Zareth, sat on the flimsy wooden chair in front of them, looking them up and down he responded with"Church, battle team, newish, a master swordswomen and a preiestess. First mission? By the looks of the situation, you were about to be overwhelmed and beaten by a weak vampire, first mission, is correct. Your masters let you out with no real battle experience? Shocking management, it even made them lose the holy sword Durandal."

"We have not lost Durand-"

As the girl was speaking, Zareth tapped his leg, in response, Durandal hummed a happy tune as it flew out of the girls hand and into the hands of Zareth, the blade became encased it a strong demonic aura as it was rebranded by Zareth's immense demonic power. The original blue base of the the sword was eroded by a cursed black element that seemed to swallow the holy elements of the sword, the golden elements of the sword were consumed by a demonic white colour, the same as Zareth's evil pieces.

The symbol of the Focalor clan appeared on its hilt, A lion with griffin wings, the blade vanished, Zareth smiled and turned to leave, talking aloud, he said"As a payment for the sword, the two of you shall live for now, do not seek revenge as I'm not leaninent, a further piece of advice, leave the church, God is long dead, killed by my Father."