Imperial Symphonia | Chapter VI: Inferno [NoM/Private]

In the dark of the night, he set out. Angelus made his departure for northern Lucania. In his wake were left caligae boot prints. Meanwhile he did that, his foes waited patiently, hoping to hear back from how the hitman had done. However, to their dismay, no word was yet to return on what had transpired, or whether or not the pesky soldier was slain. It was a frigid night for northern Lucania which had snow covered rooftops. It had not yet turned to Spring, therefore, the frost of the long Winter nights continued to coat the fields with icy rime.

Inferno could be seen within Angelus' eyes. It was unusual for the man to ever be provoked. However, this was perhaps one special occasion. It partly hurt his pride due to just how close his foes had got to him. It was unlike him to have let his guard down that much. Angelus did survive, but he could have realized earlier that there were hitmen going for him. It was necessary to now rid of the men who conspired to kill the fated King of Light, Angelus. If they had expected to hear news of his death, then they were dead wrong. On the contrary, they were to find out that his heart was still beating, and beating quite well. If there was any news that were to begin flying through the entirety of Reim, that was to be the deaths of those that tried to slay the unstoppable Angelus.

Upon his muscled back would lay his bastard sword, radiant. It was accompanied by his lustrous shield. Underneath the moonlight of a bright starry night, he was to come to the location detailed by his capture. In the area were nothing but snags, dead trees, with nothing else besides a lone dark paved road that led to a dark tower, the very place where the conspirators were located. If he was not careful though, some of the dozen or so guards could find him, then alert the conspirators. It should not be too hard to do though. Angelus was a professional to knowing how not to be caught by others by this point.

Upon coming to the tower where the men had met during this particular hour of the night, he was to conceal his body behind a wide tree, ensuring he could not be seen by the plentiful of guards that patrolled the tower. It was nearly time to start. However, the first order of business though was to devise a proper plan that had a low chance of failure. Once he had pondered a bit, he was to conceive the plan. It was with his Reiman Fire bottles he was to concoct his strategy to burn the conspirators alive.

If any one of them even dared to jump too from the tower, Angelus was to cut them down, right then and there. If he could eliminate the first two front guards that stood by the door, he could set the entrance alight. However, there were plenty of other guards nearby. Angelus was to need to toss the bottles into the windows, then quickly do the entrance before the entirety of the guards could surround his person. It was time to set this tower ablaze.

From within a bush, albeit a dead one, Angelus was to grasp a bottle of Reiman Fire before then chucking the bottle into one of the windows of the tower. It was that very moment though that others were to have caught wind of his presence. It was no use running. In a ragged dark black coat, he was to conceal his face but draw his blade, Fool's Gold. Unable to hide that he was trying to set this tower ablaze, he was to have to slay two guards that stood within his way. However, the guards were to begin to shout out to the others that someone was here to stir trouble.

Angelus was to not let the guards alert the others though, else his job of setting this place aflame was to be only that much more difficult. If he was not cautious, the conspirators within the tower may manage to get away. Anyways, the flame that was initiated by the first Reiman Fire bottle was to work quickly. If anyone stared up at one of the windows, they were to notice flames burst out from the window, dancing ever so ominously. It was screams and hollers for help which was to follow.

Angelus had to wipe out the two guards before him now! Dashing at the guards, he was to feed his magic armband magoi. It was to coat Angelus' bastard sword with razor magic, allowing the man to cleanly slice through the defenses of the guards. It blew through their defense, the armor of the guards not even comparing to the sheer sharpness of the razor magic his blade was enhanced. If the guards caught a glimpse of the face of the reaper before their tragic ends, they were to see his dark intense eyes, resembling that of an eagle perhaps.

Once the reaper had slain and impaled both guards with his blade though, the rest of the guards were to quickly take notice. In mere seconds, he had begun to be surrounded by ten guards, but not before he was able to throw down a final Reiman Fire bottle by the wooden door to the tower. It was to light the tower ablaze, the fires screaming alongside the senators and politicians within the confines of the tower. Angelus could not let himself be too preoccupied with the guards though, for he had to ensure nobody escaped the premises.

Nowhere to run, he could only fight. Angelus was to have two guards from the ten go for a barrage of swings, trying to cut him to smithereens, but he was far more skilled than to fall for that. In one fluid step towards the guard to his right, he was to parry the barrage, then follow up by using the body of the man to block the other guard's barrage. It quickly demoralized the other guard whom were to cut his comrade badly, likely fatally.

Angelus smiled just a bit to himself, tossing the body of the guard towards the four guards behind him. It was to distract those guards and buy some sort of semblance of time meanwhile Angelus drove his blade within the shocked guard that had just performed a barrage on him. By this time, the death count was to number only a measly four. If he wished to slay Octavius, that number would not do. Angelus had to be far quicker than that!

From his left side, behind the guard that he had just slain, a squad of guards was to charge Angelus. It was a squad numbering four. It was futile though. It did not matter how many men came for him, he was to come out on top! Angelus' magoi was to fill his blade, which was to cause said blade to disperse, turning to a cloud of gold and bronze. It momentarily obscured the vision of the squad that charged for Angelus' valuable head. In that moment when Angelus could conceal his presence, he was to rush behind the men, before then reforming his blade, lopping the heads right off the squad. Angelus' dead cold face was to lay its dark solemn eyes unto the final four guards that witnessed this horror.

It had been a bloodbath tonight, truly. If the last men took a moment to take in the scene, they were to realize they had come to hell. Just beside the men were to stand the burning tower, with the putrid smell of burning flesh coming from said tower. If the legionaire had been careless, perhaps one or two politicians may have escaped. However, he was to take care of the rest of the guards before then checking the perimeters to ensure that everyone indeed died within the fire.

Fright came over the last guards, but they knew that their only chance of survival here now was to take Angelus' head. Sadly, their fickle hope of slaying him was nothing but a deadman's delusions. It ended here. A pair of guards were to fire bolts at Angelus, but he fed his linothorax magoi, protecting his person from damage. In those final seconds of those guards' lives, Angelus was to seem like some sort of otherwordly being with how was able to dispatch of them so effortlessly. Yet, the truth of the matter was that Angelus had done this countless times. It was nothing new to him; dispatching of his foes that is.

In that final moment, Angelus was to wind up his blade one last time, before then unleashing his fury within one smooth horizontal slash, slashing through the armors of his four foes. It was like cutting butter cause of the razor magic which coated his bastard sword. It was now over now though, completely. Nobody was left, or Angelus hoped. In truth, he had to check the perimeters of the tower, and look for any footprints left, if any.

At the backside of the tower though, he was to surely find one single trace of someone who had escaped. However, they could not have gone far. Angelus was to follow the burnt footprints, until he was to then stumble upon the person? Oh, well, perhaps no longer a person they were. It seemed that the person had been burnt severely, then tried to escape, but died while trying to run off due to his burns. How tragic.

Wordcount: 1609

Magoi: 310

Stamina: 250

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