章 34: Into the Depths
After the wagon was torn in half by the ballista, Rackshar felt a sticky substance dripping down through the floorboards onto his back. Just from the metallic scent he was easily able to identify the smell of blood. He chuckled as he crawled out from beneath the destroyed wagon and under the one next to it.
'Just unlucky.' He thought about the slave, or slaves, that had been sitting in the wrong seats at the wrong time.
Rackshar made sure that no one had seen him roll under the next wagon to hide. Though, he wasn't too concerned about the Elder Athonex catching him, with all its injuries he doubted that it could see anything more than blurry outlines right now.
Indeed, the Elder Athonex's visions was hazy at best. It had seen the human it was hunting run into this camp and assumed that these humans were its pack. It couldn't make out which human was the one that it wanted dead, but since these humans were a pack, it would kill them all. Just like that horrid human had done to its children.
Besides, The Elder Athonex couldn't tell the difference between the humans right now, so the only way to guarantee the one he wanted was dead, was to kill them all.
The Elder Athonex took a shaky step forward and fired another ballista at the humans gathered in the center of the camp. Its wobbly legs caused it to swerve slightly and sent its shot soaring into one of the wagons on the side of the camp.
The cries of the dying slaves woke the Hunter's commander from his stupor. Cursing loudly, he called his men to action.
"Draw it away from the wagons! We can't lose any more merchandise!"
Stomping on the ground, a chunk of earth launched at the Elder Athonex's head. The leader's action startled the rest of the Hunters out of their stupor. They began to run to the side of the camp following their leader, who was trying to bring their impending fight away from the wagons.
The Elder Athonex shook off the damage from the blow and glared at the offending ants running into the trees. Still unable to clearly see, it assumed that its nemesis was among this fleeing group and began following them into the forest.
Rackshar was currently lying under a wagon staring at a blood-soaked ballista stabbed into the ground, right in front of his face, luckily the blood was not his own.
The wild shot from the Elder Athonex, that had destroyed a wagon off to the side, happened to be the wagon that Rackshar had moved to.
A crooked grin stretched across his face as he stared at the one foot separating him from life and death.
Rackshar loved the life and death struggle with an opponent that should, by all rights, dominate him. Yet despite the power difference Rackshar was still alive, while he knew the Elder Athonex was currently knocking on deaths door. The effect of conquering a powerful enemy was like a drug flowing through his veins, and that high had always been his weakness.
He waited a moment, till the sounds of battle had moved far enough away. Then he swiftly rolled out from under the wagon and began to root through the slave trader's supplies. After all, Rackshar's clothes were now in tatters, he lacked any food that he had not killed himself and what he desperately needed the most, was medicine and bandages.
He was digging through a crate by the fire, pulling out some dried food and stuffing it in a pack he had found. After scavenging what he could he decided to move on and go through the Hunter's personal belongings.
He glanced around for their luggage when he froze at the same sight that had entranced the Hunter's a brief moment ago. The six black wings were slightly unfurled, and the angel's bound hands were working at the rope tied around its neck, holding the burlap sack on its head. His surprise, however, was quickly replaced by excited recognition.
"A seraph!"
He walked over slowly as his mind rushed ahead of him. Seraphim were a reclusive race known for their excessive pride. They rarely were ever seen in the outside world and when they did show themselves, they always had a veil covering their faces so that no one could look upon them. Rackshar had only personally met one once, though the vailed angel had called it an "audience". This was shortly after Rackshar had become a god and the seraph said he was there to read Rackshar's future.
After the seraph had gone into a trance like state for several minutes, he told Rackshar that he was finished and tried to leave, without telling Rackshar the vision. The following disagreement was short and gory. Rackshar had once heard that all bird like beasts tasted the same, he would agree with that statement. He never did hear his future, but Rackshar had hated the arrogant seraphim ever since.
Unfortunately, Rackshar had not been able to see the seraph's face before he devoured it. Thus, he had always been curious about what the prideful seraphim were hiding under their veils, and now he had his chance to find out!
As he approached his steps came to a halt just outside the opening to the wagon.
'This isn't a seraph...' Rackshar thought confused.
Unlike with humans, there were not multiple types of seraphim. All seraphim had white skin with white wings. Since these were the only identifiable features they showed when they had their infrequent interactions with the outside world it became a well-known fact. With how isolated they kept themselves it was just assumed that there were not variations to these key characteristics.
Yet, here in front of Rackshar was a being with the signature six wings of the seraphim, but these were silky black, and the skin was a smooth gray.
"What are you?" Rackshar asked as he walked forward drawing his knife.
The dark angel froze as it heard the question, it slowly put its hands down, trying to act nonchalant.
Rackshar reached forward and cut the cord around her neck and gripping the top of the sack in anticipation of uncovering two mysteries with the unveiling.
He pulled the sack off revealing a breathtaking beauty. She had angular face with high cheek bones and a small nose. Though, all this was lost on Rackshar, for, as soon as he met her wide, glowing purple eyes, his own went hazy as his conciseness was pulled into the depths created in those chaotic purple pools.
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