Morghan was beautiful. A cruel contrast to the disgusting conditions he had lived in. All-sorts of semi-solids caked the floors of the "room". It really was a prison, in every definition of the word - but they refused to call it that - they were chained to the walls, there were about 50 of them at all times in this room. They were locked in as well, even though none of them had ever managed to escape from the cuffs. There were also guards posted outside, Morghan was thorough with her safety measures. But at that point, nothing could have stopped him except her herself.
Her black, luscious hair and golden crown made her look like an Egyptian Queen. She had pale skin that was unblemished by imperfections, it was as smooth as glass - he should know. And as he stood before her now, she had not become anything less, as if her features were frozen in the ice of dignified perfection.
She sat upon her large golden throne, seemingly not surprised by his arrival. Dorian stood quietly at the open mouth of the doorway. He had slain many people to get here.
[Lv. 44 Guard slain by You.]
[Lv. 46 Guard slain by You.]
[Lv. 46 Guard slain by You.]
[Lv. 49 Guard slain by You.]
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[Lv. 54 Enforcer slain by You. 100 EXP gained.]
[Lv. 55 Enforcer slain by You. 110 EXP gained.]
Her two enforcers, who had been posted at the door, were her highest level minions. It was hard to become an Enforcer, you needed to start off well so you get the class at level 15, where you picked your class for the first time. It was basically a glorified Guard. And Morghan hadn't bothered trying to cultivate some youths to get more Enforcers.
"Why, hello, Dory. What brings you here?" She asked, a small smirk sat upon her lips. "Come to join me? Finally."
Dorian did not reply, and gritted his teeth. He tried to resist the effect her words had on him, and his whole body tensed up.
"You look troubled, my dear Dory. Tell me what troubles you. We have all the time in the world, as we are fated to be together forever."
Calla visibly blanched at this statement, clearly not expecting such brazen words from the woman. Dorian - again - did not reply.
"Dory, come on. We would be great together. Let's rule over the pits together, I don't care what we do, as long as it's together."
"Morghan..." Dorian grunted out, "I need to kill you."
Morghan laughed, "Seriously? You won't kill me, we're in love."
Dorian felt like he had been punched in the gut. No, this isn't love. It can't be.
"I have to, I'm sorry." He mumbled, and his hand fell to his dagger, "Forgive me."
Dorian used [Forbidden Rush] and charged her. He could see the faint shimmer of a shield appear in front of her, he quickly used [Slash] to destroy it, her eyes widened. He doubted anyone had destroyed her shield before, and the backlash from it was clearly affecting her, as blood streamed from her ears and nose, and her head jerked back, like someone had punched her in the face.
Her neck had been exposed for a brief second, if Dorian put more into [Forbidden Rush] he could've arrived quicker and finished her quickly. But he hesitated, I don't want to do this. Yes, I shouldn't do it. I don't have to kill her, let's just lea- No. Fuck's sake Dorian, you need to do it. Now.
Unfortunately, the opening was gone. Nevertheless, Dorian had arrived within striking distance. He used [Slash] again, but she deflected it with another shield. Skillfully angling it so that he wouldn't directly strike it and break it again.
"Dory, what are you doing, my love. I would never hurt you, Dory. Why would you do this to me?"
Dorian stopped for a fraction of a second. She hasn't even attacked me, I'm hurting an innocent woman. I need to stop, she doesn't deserve this.
Dorian was done, he couldn't do it. Even when he tries to completely tries to cut off his emotions, he couldn't stop them from creeping up on him. The bond was just too thick. There was nothing he could do about it, he would leave, and never come back.
"I'm sorry, Calla." He whispered, his voice cracking. Dorian put his dagger back into its sheath and disappeared in a flurry of motion, taking Calla with him to safety. On the way out, he let the prisoners out. He reunited Calla with her brother, and left. He was never seen in Greystone again.
[Quest completed]
[Level up! Lv. 65]
[Level up! Lv. 66]
[Level up! Lv. 67]
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Morghan stared, confused as to what had happened. In one moment, she had desperately been struggling for her life, and in the next, she was in an empty room.
Did he... let me live?
Morghan was stunned. She had never expected this from him. She had never felt the reciprocation of her feelings, and yet this was undeniable evidence. Her eyes widened in excitement.
"Yippee! Finally, he acknowledged our fated love! I need to find him again, I need to bring him back so we can final-" Morghan let out a sick cough, blood spraying on the floor.
"What's happening... am I sick? No, I can't be sick, that's practically impossible-" Morghan now felt her voice stop working, and she flew into a silent rage, desperately trying to breathe, clawing at the air as if it had taken the life out of her. Suddenly, she felt a stinging pain in her stomach.
She glanced down.
Oh, I'm not sick. I've been stabbed! Morghan thought, and let out a ear-wrenching scream. In fact, it was not a scream, but a sickly, disgusting laugh. Morghan let out one more breath, and then collapsed to the floor, dead.
[Lv. 60 Warden slain by You.]
A man stepped out from the shadows, and walked towards the corpse. He had dusty brown hair that hung in front of his eyes - which were a stunning violet, sprinkled with yellow. His mouth curled downwards into a frown as he retrieved his sword.
"Crazy fucking woman." He said, simply. Then disappeared in an instant, not a hint of his presence was left.