The Wielder of Death Magic

Silver Guardian [1]

The evening soon approached, the light grew colder, everything became dim. The long-awaited arrival was here. In front of a large mist of dust caused by horses emerged Boron Hamon Bayard, his eyes screamed danger, the aura he slowly let seep out was very powerful.

“I guess that’s your cue to go,” Undrar spoke as she swayed Eira back and forth.

“Yeah, nothing ever changes, I’ll always be a killer at heart, maybe I need to find a profession as an assassin. No matter, please take care of Eira, compared to the paladin, these guys are small fries.”

He left the wooden cabin, “Not to mention the fact I get stronger when I die, immortal sure feels awesome.” He thought as he sneaked deeper into the village with the cover of the night sky, which began overwhelming the surroundings. Using the farthest away house, observing as patiently as a wolf who’s waiting to pounce, he waited. Led from the hut down, the same dirt path separated the village in two separate areas. It was like a border whom none cared about.

Powerless, the villages in fear of the boron’s wrath obeyed his prior order. Ladies, teenagers and even married women were made to stand in line. Soldier’s bearing a leaf insignia marched into the village. Swords on their belt, guns resting in their backpacks, each one of those men had murderous intent flowing through their veins. Without Undrar’s help, gauging their strength was close to impossible, reading their aura wasn’t enough. After a number of soldiers entered, boron Hamon Bayard made his grand entrance. Atop a horse he sat, overlooking everyone, searching for the next girl who could satisfy his lustful desires.

“Bring the elder this instant.” He ordered.

“Yes, sire,” Without skipping a beat, members of the platoon brought back the old geezer. Too tired to even stand, he fell onto his knees. Instead of getting off the horse as any other normal human would, the boron jumped. The landing was indeed impressive, however, all that was just scare tactics. Briskly, Hamon grabbed the geezer’s neck and lifted his head up without a care for his health.

“I said, bring me women so I can live my life as a lustful noble. You instead chose to bring me the worst of the bunch. Elder, you’ve deeply hurt my heart, for this, you shall pay with the blood of your own comrades.” The grip over the elder lessened, “Men, we’ve been through hell to end up here alive. The war is fast approaching, Duke Parcyvell will guide both you and me to victory, so tonight, I order you men to find anyone you like, age matters not, gender matters not, find anyone and let loose your bestial instincts. Killing one or two just to fill your lust is fine, don’t hold back men,

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ENJOY.”

“YEAHHHH.” Everyone in the platoon screamed, they all rejoiced. Once the speech was over and done with, members of the boron’s army forced their way onto the villagers. It was just like he said, age didn’t matter, they spared no one, even the young girls were prey to them.

“Disgusting, these men are animals, I wish I could help, but fighting them all at once is foolish. I apologize elder, your people will have to act like bait before I rush in. Man thinking about them getting raped is unsettling, people are but tools for my own gains, so why bother. This is why emotions are a pain with my line of thinking.”

Without care for ethics, they began ripping clothes out on the dusty path, some already began, the torturous night was set ablaze. They cried out for help, it all fell on deaf ears, Staxius watched, waiting for the perfect moment to kill Hamon. The boron was surrounded by five loyal guardians who appeared to be girls. Each of them watched with contempt in their eyes, behind, the boron began to feel them up. Putting hands inside their chest plates, this got so bad Staxius tried to look away.

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Everything changed when a girl who appeared as old as Undrar bearing the same blonde hair was forced onto the ground. Her parents cried, begging for the girl to be spared, the mother offered herself, the father was shot. On the ground, she stared directly at Staxius who was still in the shadows, “Help us,” she whispered while a tear ran onto the ground.

“This is wrong, even if humans are tools to be used, they can’t be treated this way, her father was just shot. My heart, it’s throbbing, I feel it, the anger, the pain, their suffering, the whole village is crying out, I can feel it.” The gaze slowly faded into nothingness, the pentagram on the right palm began to burn, the ancient text glowed.

“Hamon Bayard, you truly are a vile human being, STOP ALL THIS NONSENSE AT ONCE.” He shouted, the power in his voice startled everyone.

“Hold at once men, we have a visitor.”

“Yes, sir,” Like robots, the soldiers formed a defensive line in front of their commander.

Staxius slowly closed in on the little girl who forced him to act, “Don’t worry, everything is fine now, I’m sorry for not coming sooner.” He whispered.

“Who stands there, state your name and business,” Hamon spoke.

“My name… ha-ha-ha-ha, how can someone so abhorrent as you dare to speak to me in such a manner, know your place.” Staxius fired back with anger in his tone.

“K-know my p-place? You’ve been mistaken traveler, I’m the ruler of this village, I do as I see fit.”

“I see that clearly, no need to elaborate any further. To answer your previous question about my business, well tis very simple. I’ve been asked to kill you, sadly wiping out your men wasn’t in the deal. Nevertheless, I feel generous, *Whoosh,* Four poison darts ended inside the heads of the spear-men who stood in the front.

“ELIMINATE HIM,” Hamon shouted as fear began to grow.

A group of twenty-four men soon rushed Staxius who didn’t budge, instead, he gave a smile, one

which signaled death. *Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, from when you were born and till you die, I, the god of death, hold in my hands the strings which binds you to this world, by my authority, I order

thy to sever said chain, spell, Tactus Interitus.* With a snap the attackers all fell onto the floor like a bag of sand.

Bewildered, Hamon ordered the guardians to strike, forced, they dashed.

*Death element activate, unleash aura,* Before they reached Staxius, the five guardians felt the strength oozing from him and stopped. A longsword, the hilt bearing similarities to a dragon, two scarlet red eyes, on the guard and one on the blade itself which was as dark as the void, it burnt with a white flame, he conjured a weapon.

“Guardians, listen to me closely, if anyone of you has the desire to die a senseless death please step forward. My only target is your master, however, if you want to be free from him, you’ll have to point your swords at him instead of me.”

Hesitant, having had enough of Hamon’s abuse despite the blood contract they formed, the sword pointed towards the boron. The insignia burnt into their neck began to turn black, turning against one’s master resulted in death.

“You’ve shown enough resolve.”

*Dark Arts, use spell, Mana cancellation.* The only spell which could rival any mage was finally shown. The true purpose of dark arts was the slaying of mages by cutting off their mana supply.

“Now then guardians, if you want to be free, slay that man in front of you, go,” Staxius ordered.

Simultaneously they pounced, five swords embedded in the stomach, Hamon died, the golden leaf crest fell onto the ground. One of the guardians picked it up, Staxius was afraid of them running away with the trinket he used practically all the mana he had left to get. Keeping a serious face slowly became a burden, but he stood fast, unfaltering, like a bolder in a windstorm.

The foolish boron was dead, the villages all let out a sigh of relief. Staxius had completed the request, with the help of the men around the village, everyone was taken inside. Some were fully defiled, but it was a necessary sacrifice.

“Nothing ever changes, just like so many years ago, I stand once again in the middle of corpses. Phew, it’s finally over, have to keep a straight face however, I don’t know their intentions, I’ll stay on guard.”

Crest in hand, the guardians approached menacingly towards Staxius. Sword sheathed, they knelt,

“Thanks for saving and giving us the chance to act our revenge. This may be speaking out of terms but my sisters and I have decided to swear allegiance to you. Take this crest as a sign of said allegiance.”

“I don’t want any more mouths to feed, what the fuck, this isn’t no harem business, I’ll take the crest and leave.”

“I’m flattered you think so highly of me to pledge your undying loyalty, however, I’m but a mere traveler, I can’t possibly accept such an honor. Speaking of honors, I’ll take this crest thank you.” He snatched it and left.

“Sister, this man is worthy to be called our master, don’t waver now, force him to decide.”

“Very well,”

Throwing the golden crest up and down, Staxius climbed the hill unaware that he was being followed. Halfway, the cries of Eira got louder. Worried, he ran.

“What’s the matter,” He asked out of breath.

In front of him sat the helpless Undrar who was being assaulted by Eira, cheeks getting pinched, she was throwing a tantrum.

*Chuckle,* “Is that the demonstration of your affection.” He laughed.

Embarrassed, she blushed, “N-no…”

“Eira, daddy’s home, ” He spoke softly.

Hearing a familiar voice, the cries soothed. Curious about where the sound came from, she frantically looked everywhere until she saw him, not bloodied for once. Cries swapped in for laughter, she was happy.

“Master what’s the matter.” Five fully armed and armored soldiers rushed in the little hut.

An awkward silence set in, everyone stared at each other, even Eira participated.

“So sorry master,” they left.

“Who were they?” Undrar asked curiously.

“Some people I rescued I guess?”

“SOME PEOPLE, ARE YOU SERIOUS? That group is filled with S, SS AND SSS ranked combat specialists, what are you thinking? Don’t tell me you refused their allegiance, go fix it at once, you want to overthrow Dorchester right, this is your chance.”

Reluctant, Staxius left. Eira still in arms, he approached as she playfully pinched his cheeks and giggled. Sat around a fire they just made, the five maidens, ready and waiting for orders.

“Glad to s-seee you haven’t lefthh,” the struggle to speak was real, Eira was the sole reason.

“If I may ask, is that your child?”

“Yes, this is my daughter Eira Haggard,” Tired she fell asleep.