The Eye of Luvelles by Phillip E. Jones

Author:Phillip E. Jones [Jones, Phillip E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Fantasy, midevial, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9781939116024
Publisher: Waterside
Published: 2012-12-18T00:00:00+00:00

The Order leader lifted from his knees and stood at the side of the altar. He looked down at Dayden’s body. “Goodbye, my friend. I’ll miss you.” He took a step back and lifted his hands toward the statue of his god. “Lord Hosseff, please accept your servant’s empty vessel. His soul no longer fills it. Dayden has served you well, and I ask that you honor him. Take his body from this world. Give him a place of honor amongst the loyal who have passed before him. Let him witness the Heaven you have prepared for the faithful of the Order.”

Boyafed took another step back from the altar and watched as the demons that hung from Hosseff’s fingers animated. Their clawed feet released their grip, and they fell with wings spread. Their sharp toenails scratched against the floor as they circled and passed their dark-red hands over the top of Dayden’s body.

Boyafed cringed as his friend’s corpse erupted in flames. He clenched his teeth and stood in silence while Dayden’s body reduced to ash.

The demons lowered their mouths near the altar and ingested Dayden’s remains. After they licked the stone clean, they lifted from the altar and returned to the ends of Hosseff’s fingers. Once their clawed feet reclaimed their grip, they resumed their original position and solidified.

Boyafed lifted his hands toward Hosseff. “Thank you, My Lord. I will serve forever.”

A moment later, a high ranking officer rushed into the hall. This man was next in line to replace the fallen Argont Commander. “My Liege, I have news of the Dayden’s murder.”

“Speak, Christopher, or must I cut it from you?”

Christopher was dressed as Boyafed, wearing all black, except for a golden shirt. His cape also bore the Order’s symbol. His bone-handled dagger was sheathed on his left hip and his blessed long sword hung on his right. His hair was long and pure white, and his eyes looked as if they were made of a fogged crystal with a gray pupil. Christopher’s voice was strong, and his skill with the Order’s blade was well-respected throughout Boyafed’s army.

“A runner has returned from the spot where Dayden was found.” Christopher tossed Boyafed a dagger used by the white army.

Boyafed unsheathed the ivory-handled blade and lifted it to get a closer look. The mark on the blade was the same as the marks on the arrows. Boyafed’s scream filled the hall. “Dowd!”

Christopher waited only a moment. “What are your orders?”

“Call for the council! I want them to be seated and ready for my arrival by Late Bailem!”

“Will that be all, My Liege?”

Boyafed’s eyes sent chills down the future Argont Commander’s spine. “Unless you wish to be offered up to Hosseff, I’d get out of my sight!”

Christopher fled from the room.

Boyafed vanished.

A moment later, Marcus emerged from behind the statue of Hosseff, smiling. “How interesting. Both councils shall convene tonight.” The Dark Chancellor disappeared.

Just South of Grogger’s Swamp

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