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The knight was quick on the advance now. He was prepared to take down the Vampire and saw that this moment. She knew it too, for her eyes were widening with freight as he came towards her in the dash.
“Fool! Do you realize how long I have lived for! I will not be killed by some peasant!” She shouted as the air between the two of them shuttered with raw magical energies. The magic then leaped forward like lightning towards Lucian, yet as it landed upon the Knight’s flesh he did not flinch.
She began running. All of the declarations and championing of her own kind, the Vampire began to run. Mortals perhaps would not have had such a problem and would have died with honor, but this vampire who called herself greater than the very mortal who does such deeds…
It disgusted Lucian.
“It is by their will and my hand,” Lucian said as he bounded towards her with a leap, “DIE!”
With speed that was almost inhuman Lucian was upon her. The Scythe, caught alight with witchfire, quickly ran through the stomach of the fiend. The flesh of the creature caught alight with the blackish gold green witchfire that began eating through the body.
As the monster’s body turned by the sheer force of the strike the Knight still in motion. Taking the weapon’s pummel, he struck it into her chest. A blow directly to her heart, the witchfire quickly rose throughout the entire body and began flowing out of her eyes in a blaze of holy fury.
Basking in the dimming light of Morrslieb the Knight watched as the Vampire’s features were once filled with complete fright. It was with these features that she was burned, becoming a charred body, then a skeleton with many long fangs, before finally becoming a pile of ash that smoldered with the green witchfire of Morr.
Over the remains the Knight kneeled, ignoring the great many wounds that he had sustained in the battle. With a single hand the scythe’s head was balanced on the ground, the other hand covering Lucian’s chest in a fist.
“Morr, Lady of the Lake, Grimnir, Lileath, and the family who I have lost.” The Knight spoke the names of all who had helped him reach this very moment and what was lost, “I have killed the Killer of Verac, the first calamity that befell my life. I have avenged those lost. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
For the longest time since he had gone on this quest, the Black Knight cried in mourning. He cried for those lost, and the purpose he had fulfilled.
