“So you,” she said to the being, “are the creature that killed my father. I thought you were destroyed by my sword.”
“Far from it Lady.” The creature hissed evilly, grinning. The smell of burned and rotting flesh lingered in the air around him. Alanthia respectfully held back the urge to gag but pulled out her sword nevertheless.
“You will be soon.” She growled and put the blade to the black and red throat of the monster. Erumi suddenly appeared at her side and held her arm.
“You’re Majesty,” he warned gently, “the rumors.” Alanthia’s face relaxed in exhaustion and she nodded.
“Yes,” she muttered, “I know.” Then, as she backed away from the monster, she spoke.
“Angels have a code of honor, creature.” She snarled, “In honor of my father’s death by your hands, you owe us information.” A chuckle.
“Perhaps I do,” he said, “Very well angel, as I am going to die anyway.” Alanthia nodded to him and took another step back.
“We are called Urak,” the creature began, “Forged of the dead. Our old bodies are burned and what is left is shaped into this.” He gestured at his own body, “and we are bewitched to do the bidding of the Queen Doona-” there was a sharp intake of breath from Isindu and the Urak smiled, “yes I thought you might recognize her name. We are under her spell, even now as I speak, but we may do as we please when not doing her bidding.”
“You are preparing to wage war.” Isindu said, it was not a question, but a statement and the Urak nodded.
“Of course.” Suddenly the Urak reached out with lightning grip and speed and grabbed the front of Alanthia’s dress.
“Alanthia!” Erumi cried and leapt forward.
“We were only after you.” The Urak whispered hurriedly in her ear, “Your people died because we were trying to find you. Just think; I killed your father trying to locate you. If we would have found you,” he chuckled lightly, “your people would be safe. Your father would be alive.” Erumi wrenched the Queen away from the Urak with vigor as it began to laugh insanely.
“Kill it.” He said in disgust at the look on Alanthia’s face. The Queen’s eyes seemed empty, her face still, mouth partway open in a not unattractive way. Arrows flew from all directions and the Urak were killed, the eerie one resting with an insane grin on his face.
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