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   Chapter 7 His Name Is Malachi

Pathless Origins: Bane of the Gods By Theonionjunktion Characters: 6099

Updated: 2018-03-19 18:16

"Artillian, I'm scared, I don't want to die." said the girl in Artillian's arms as she bled to death. She was the light of his life, she was his purpose, his goal...and his crowning achievement. Yet she only had a few moments to live, if you can call the state she was in living.

Artillian wanted to comfort her, but no words were coming out of his mouth.

"Where will my soul go? Do I still have a soul? Tell me Artillian... do I?" she asked in a desperate attempt to cling to the last of her humanity. Once again Artillian was at a loss for words. Before he could reply, her body turned into ashes and her figure disappeared from his arms.

Her voice, her laugh, her eyes and all that she was would be gone from him for all eternity, and there was nothing Artillian could do about it. Artillian remained kneeling on the rooftop, holding nothing in his arms, for her ashes had been blown away by the wind.

Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours and hours became days. For an entire week Artillian just knelt there staring into nothingness. Without her, his life had no meaning. Without her this cruel world would chew him up and spit him out.

*Clap Clap Clap*

"Bravo Bravo." Artillian looked up to see the source of the clapping, to see the person responsible for all of his suffering. Malachi, that was his name. All Artillian knew was that he was a vampire. One that was very perverse and treated human life like it was trash.

He was tall, slim, devilishly handsome and extremely charming. He had grey hair and blood red eyes, with a pair of fangs popping out of his mouth.

To him, all of Artillian's struggles were mere entertainment. A way to pass the time, for time was all Malachi had. As he stepped closer his clapping got louder and louder. He was also not alone. Two red haired women were sta

llian looked up to see the source of the voice, only to see the shock of his lifetime. Malachi saw Artillian's shocked expression, but he had never seen the youth in front of them, nevertheless, Malachi was on guard. Simply because he could not sense the youth's presence, even when he spoke.

Malachi was a vampire, a denizen of the night, his cultivation was at the peak of his species, yet an ordinary human had managed to sneak up on him, this situation was unprecedented.

The newly arrived youth was dressed in simple oriental robes. He had a rusty old scabbard on his waist. He was dark skinned, moderate looking and had a somewhat imposing aura. Yet that was not what frightened Malachi the most.

This? How is this possible? I can't see his cultivation?

Malachi could not see his cultivation let alone sense his presence, which meant one of two things. First being that the youth had a higher cultivation than his, which was impossible because Malachi was on the brink of Immortal Ascension, any cultivation level higher than this would automatically send you to the higher realms, this meant that only the second option was true.

This youth has far greater attainments into the dao than I have!

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