For the Hate of God

Her mother

Norgarth POV

I mind-linked Marcellus as I fought the b***h. God, what happened to this girl? She became strong as a f*****g lumberjack. She beats like a beast.

I felt Marcellus had teleported to Nerzelis.

I have a magic trick or two in my sleeve, but knowing the ancestry of the little b***h, she is a way stronger mage than I am. Although I don’t know how good she is with using the magic. Given her bloodline, I don’t want to test it, so my best bet is to keep her on hold with one-to-one combat until Marcellus doesn’t come and decides what to do. Well, at least that was a plan I had, but it turned out that the b***h had become stronger since I saw her last time. She was kicking my ass, and this had become an exciting fight. I can’t remember the last time I had a decent sparring opponent, apart from when I sparred with Marcellus. That guy is a monster. But now, I would bet on her if they’d spar. She appears to be stronger even than him. What a f**k?!

Well, I never shied away from a good fight. At least she is not boring with whimpers, cries and waterfalls like last time. This made my day. But f**k, does she have a punch now! I think she broke my f*****g nose. She got me exhausted. She is using her size as an advantage, and damn, she is quick. Oh f**k. “Boss, I have her here in Nerzelis. But I am struggling to hold her back,” I mind-linked Marcellus as I was unsure how long I would take her salve of punches and high kicks. I have two options: to find her weak point and use it for a quick kill or to lose and submit to her assault. She will beat me to a pulp if I go with the latter. And Marcellus is f*****g silent. Where the heck is he? I know he is around because I can feel my link with him stronger. But where is he now, and why the f**k he didn’t come already? I am barely on my feet. This b***h is butchering me, and she is batshit crazy. I have never seen a fighter like that.

Marcellus POV

I watched Aralyn kicking Norgarth’s ass.

She developed lethal combat skills since she ran away from Wengarthria.

I have observed her fighting style to find weaknesses and see how she evolved from a whimpering girl to a killing machine in 3 months. She is tall, slim, slender and cluttered with muscles all over her body. I don’t see her using the magic, though. Why? She could finish off Norgarth in a blink of an eye with magic.

Norgarth is on the brink of losing it as he doesn’t want to kill her without my permission. And I can feel he wants to.

Ah, Norgarth, having a sense of respect for my authority even on the deathbed. So loyal. Without my order, he can only defend himself and fight back. Oh, f**k it, let me watch Norgarth huffing and puffing for a few more seconds…it’s fun.

After some time of watching them fighting, I decided to tip the scales into his favour with mind-compelling and telekinesis.

I tried to get into her head, but something was wrong. What the f**k? Only father can block my powers to an extent. I have tormented Aralyn in her dreams for months since her escape, and oh, that was fun. I am sure she had nightmares as her emotions somehow always projected back on me, especially pain. I could feel her anguish, emotional distress and fright during the nightmares. It never occurred to me to try to use my mind-controlling abilities when she is awake. Well, it is even more strange that I can’t penetrate her mind even now when she is a few meters away. Is this her doing, or is someone protecting her? I wouldn’t think Malleteagan would be the one, as he probably wants her dead more than I do.

Well, whoever is protecting her, I need to jump in with my boys as it looks like she will kill my first in command if I don’t.

We tried to break in the protection cloak, and bloody purple s**t seemed unbreakable. Did she make this? How come she didn’t defend herself with this spell when we tortured her in Avesta? We didn’t have any spell to prevent her abilities at first when she was there. How did Norgarth breakthrough if someone else made it and I can’t?

Fuck it, she just high-kicked Norgarth and had a set of deadly uppercuts combined with side kicks and high and turning kicks. He is barely holding there. Then she blended several quick and effective punches and headbutts into a massive attack, smashing his facial bones and, I’d say few ribs in the process. f**k, he fell on his knees, and we can’t break in. I have to get in. I closed my eyes and felt the energy buildup within me.

Aralyn POV

I have enjoyed headbutting this fucker.

I have thrashed the s**t out of him with a series of side kicks mixed with high kicks and uppercuts. Firstly, to get him a taste of his medicine and to avenge my torment in Avesta. Secondly, it’s nice to spar against someone other than Merlius; he seems stronger than Merlius. Also, I am thrilled to fight against this dimwit, as he underestimated me.

Blow after blow, kick after kick and punch after punch, I battered the bastard. He was on his knees, wheezing and bleeding profusely, and dislocated bones jutted all over his body. As I kept clobbering him, the memories of the days when he tortured me came to mind. I stomped on his family jewels while punching the bastard's face. I then remembered when they broke my legs and ribs and stomped on both of his knees with all my might. The sounds of his bones and joints cracking were music to my ears. He was barely breathing, and I almost had no scratch. Huh, what a twist of fate, you fucker, I thought as I looked at the mushed mess that was now before my feet. The metallic smell of demon-plonker’s blood filled my nose whilst joy filled my heart. I battered the bastard.

He surprised me when he bumped into me in mid-Nerzelis, but I tipped the odds when I stayed focused and made the protective rune spell around us in the midst of the fight. He was all mine, no escape from my armour cloak, t**t. Merlius and Nethanaiah really trained me well so that I could use all my powers simultaneously. I am using my magic, Lycan abilities, and combat skills in sync.

However, there were a few moments in the fight when I felt another presence, but I was just blocking it as I wanted to have my sole focus on this bastard. And that was a mistake. Merlius’ first lesson was to merge with your surroundings, listen, see and feel the environment around you, and constantly assess changes, risks and dangers. His second lesson was to control your emotions and not allow them to control you. I was so possessed by my anger and desire for revenge that I omitted to check whether Norgarth was alone. I let my emotions prevail. And that was such a massive rookie mistake. Then, I turned around.

I saw him standing with a deadpan and impassive expression on his face in the periphery, out of my cloak, and a few meters away. I had a glance-over with the beast, his face unreadable, fire cracks on his face were that of neon crimson fire, his eyes extraterrestrial grey. It looked like he was trying to dig a hole in my head with his gaze. I lost my focus for a second. This caused the ebbing of the strength of my cloak, and that was enough for Marcellus to use it to penetrate my protective field with necromancy. My lilac shield started to break and crack under the force of his black magic. The swirling dust of his necromancy mixed with neon blue electric zaps encircled my shield in a foggy, charcoal-grey smoke. It started to devour and crack my protection. He lifted his hand in the air, and through the cracks of my shield, a horde of goblin-like creatures appeared out of nowhere and crawled over. Norgarth was still on the floor, mangled and with bones jutting all over his body. He was wheezing in a puddle of his own blood but started to laugh manically whilst splattering ichor when he saw aid coming to him.

Bloody bastards, I am surrounded by winged, creepy, gremlin-like creatures who had the same eyes as Sentaya. I shifted back to my Lycan. Norgarth gasped before he lost consciousness, and the feisty horde of little fuckers jumped on me. Marcellus watched it all calmly. I slashed and ripped their heads off one by one, causing an explosive bloodbath within my protective shield. The shield is now cracked, engulfed by necromancy gust inside out and full of pesky little rascals. Mush, blood and guts of goblins now entwined with their gooey, sleazy essence. I was engulfed by Marcellus’ magic that started to suffocate me. Then the gang of feral Lycans came, led by….my mother.

She looked frigid, cold and with malice in her eyes. Malice that shot daggers. To say that I was gutted and shocked would be an understatement of a millennium.

I felt my heart in my throat, and tears prickled my eyes when I met her barren gaze.

Marcellus POV

Suffer b***h!

I saw her face distorted by pain when I mind-morphed one of the Lycans into her mother’s face. This is the momentum that I will use to my advantage, for sure. If I hadn’t used this, she would have slaughtered all the Lycan forsaken as she did with goblins. But let me get the stupid Norgarth out first. I laid the heels of my palms against each other, like when Earthlings pray to their gods, closed my eyes and focused my energy on Norgarth.

His body levitated in the air for one second and was transported to me in the next. Good, now let me transport the bloodied bloke back to Wengarthria. My mind formed an idea, and his body dissipated and disappeared in a second. Ok, let me focus on the b***h now, I thought, and involuntarily, a grin appeared in the corner of my mouth.