Malcolm's voice lowered, there was a strange softness to his words as he calmly continued.
"Your soul is tainted in countless sins," he said, "Her highness' death had already been written, and it's same for you. Sinners never live long, why don't you give up your futile efforts and surrender?"
Izekiel said nothing but a small smile curled over his lips.
"There is only death for you," Malcolm's voice insisted, a small hesitation appeared in his eyes when he saw Izekiel smile.
"I will kill her...you say that as if it's supposed to scare me. What a pathetic attempt," Izekiel remarked in amusement.
"You don't know what you are dealing with, Izekiel," Malcolm's gaze hardened but he still smiled.
"Oh, I know you very well," Izekiel returned the smile, "Your holiness..."
The faint golden light flickered in Malcolm's eyes as he sighed and scratched the back of his neck.
"We shall meet soon,"
