Chapter 65：The Darkness In The Light (2/2)
”it seems that's all the message you have for me, very well. Go back to the diviner parish and have the grand diviner come pay me a visit, so we can have a talk about this… necromancer that lives with the light of holiness and is loved by death. You're dismissed acolyte, remain blessed by the father, the son, the spirit and the divine lights of the savior.” The acolyte bowed and then turned around to walk down the massive tower and head another few kilometers back to the diviner parish. He couldn't wait to be a priest and be granted a teleportation medallion, at least moving around will be much easier.
He was gone, but there was a heavier atmosphere as the only thing that could be heard was the breathing of the saint. And then she spoke, her voice traveling across a great distance unheard by the ears of many, deep down into the basement of the tower, to an obscure room where a man sat on a throne made of bones with a book in his hand.
”Malik another death class user has surfaced, this is the seventh one in recent memory, and from what I've heard it seems he is quite special as opposed to the others. I need you to go to Bahrenburg frontier and retrieve him, make sure he is unharmed. And fully whole Malik I would not want a repeat of last time.” The voice of the saint admonished as the man closed the book in his hands, his piercing blue eyes glowing in the dark as his white hair seemed to shimmer.
”I don't know why you have me doing this fetch quests, you have paladins and bishops that are considered the best and strongest in Elysium, not to mention all your bloody popes. Why does it have to be me every time?” the man, known as Malik said as he got up to a standing position, as he flung the book in his hand behind him, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.
”You're a servant of the theocracy Malik, a part of this family so you should be willing to do your part. Besides no one knows the death classes better than you, wouldn't it be better if the strongest of them all is the one responsible for finding and capturing all the death classes and keeping them under control?” the saint's voice asked, sounding sultrier than holy.
”You mean under your control?” he asked with a mocking smile on his face. The saint answered with an equally annoyed tone of voice.
”the death classes are a threat to order, it has been the responsibility of the church and every other holy faction to make sure the threat is curbed and maintained! So stop asking so many questions and do as I say! Go to Bahrenburg and retrieve the death class user there, deliver him safely to the control of the church and you will be well rewarded as always.” The saint said with an even voice.
”Well that wouldn't be a problem for me, but what if this new necromancer proves too hard to err 'convince' to follow me back?” Malik asked as he had a rather sinister smile on his face whilst lifting up a spear that looked like the very personification of death itself.
”I never said he was a necromancer Malik.” The saint said with curious tone in her voice.
”You didn't have to; I just have a feeling that's all.” Malik replied with a smile, the spear immediately catching fire as a dark green flame covered its black frame.
”well if that's the case and he is a necromancer then he has no need for both his legs and his left arm, that should make him more pliable. And if he resists even more, then get rid of his right arm too. All in all, as long as you get him back here alive, your mission would still be considered complete.
However, Malik; if he's not whole the rewards would be lesser, try to be careful.” All Malik did was smile at her before his body disappeared in a blaze of green flames, but as he left his voice still rang in the ears of the grand saint.
”You know me Soraya… I'm always careful.”