The Legend of Fatality

Raymond tied a rope to a dead tree at the edge of the forest. The huge black horse of Viscount Melson was also tied only a few feet away from him. Raymond carefully pulled out his sword and crept out of the forest.

The cemetery was surprisingly silent. At the other end of the cemetery, traces of war can be seen everywhere: trenches and earthwork built by farmers, blood pools, broken limbs, and fragments of corpses bitten by ghouls. But no complete body was left here, although there is evidence that this must be a terrible battle. Sir Raymond was reluctant to think about why the body was removed. Or how to remove it.

There was a sound coming from behind the lonely marble facade of the church. Raymond carefully circled the building in preparation for any terrifying enemies that appeared suddenly. When he found out that the banging sound came from Viscount Melson, he was relieved. The elderly nobleman was slamming the heavy stone door of the church with his sword, trying to enter by force. Raymond's boots rubbed a tombstone and made a noise, and the older knight turned around in a panic.

"I guess no trace of the Duke of Blood Eagle was found?" Raymond asked.

Viscount Melson shrugged to the stone gate. "Unless he is below." He turned around and squinted at the horizon. "The sun is coming out soon. The bug that has been drilled from the cemetery may have landed."

Sir Raymond pointed to a black cloud south of them. "In ancient legend, the Duke of Blood Eagle could hide himself in a storm so that the sun would not hurt him."

"I still want to see this place," Viscount Melson said, turning his attention to the heavy doors again. His sword had shattered the holy grail carved on the stone slab. "I have to figure it out," he muttered, swearing, and started to hit with the sword hammer again.

"Let me help you," said Sir Raymond, sheathing his sword, and walked over to join the rank of Viscount Melson. "I don't need de Toulouse's alms." Viscount Melson snapped.

"I have nothing to give you," Raymond replied. "Sir Dane-Gattler-Whitman said the Duke of Blood Eagle wanted to find something in the chapel. Before we leave here, I want to know what is that."

After talking, the young knight pressed the heavy door with his back, exerting all his strength. It started to move. There was a sour expression on Viscount Melson's face. He scolded in frustration, threw the sword back into the scabbard, and then helped Raymond push the door open.

Slowly, with a tremor and trembling, the door began to swing inwards, and its bottom was rubbed on the marble floor of the church. The gravel clanged in the darkness, echoing from the icy walls of the church.

As soon as the door opened, a huge force hit them, and both knights were knocked down. Both of them were hit on the ground and the violent impact prevented their lungs from breathing. A beast-like voice roared at them.

"Thank you, idiot! Now, accept my gratitude! My host starved me, but I found two pieces of juicy food to quench my thirst!

Sir Raymond looked up and saw the terrible guy looming above them. It was pale and withered, with the knight's black armor hanging on the withered shell. One arm curled up against his chest, thinner than the rest of his thin body. Half of the guy's face twisted into a hungry squint, and the other half drooled like a fool.

"Damn the vampire!" Raymond condemned the guy.

"But this **** is not the Duke of Blood Eagle!" Viscount Melson cursed.

There was a giggling laughter on the ugly vampire's shrivelled face. "Duke Blood Eagle." The vampire said again. "His enemies are all around him." The monster pointed at Raymond with its bony claws. "A de Toulouse," it said. "There is also a Du Lancaster," it added, pointing to Viscount Melson. The vampire patted his chest. "And Baron de Naval. All the old enemies are here. The Duke of Blood Eagle is destined to fight for his past."

"Where is he?" Asked Viscount Melson.

Baron de Naval laughed, the voice was evil and cruel, like the crackling sound of the torturer's whip. "Let's go find him together!" The vampire hissed, his lips moving away from the shiny fangs.

Like a black panther, Baron de Naval pounced on Viscount Melson and knocked him to the ground. The vampire's claws slammed on his arm holding the sword, hurting the bone of that arm. The old knight yelled in pain and his entire arm was numb.

Baron de Naval growled and tried to twist the old knight's head, when Raymond jumped from the ground, stretched his arms to grab the vampire, and drove it away from the chest of Viscount Melson. The crazy guy twisted his body, freed from Raymond's control, turned the knight's dive into an uncontrollable tumbling, and rolled into the graveyard. The monster's claws ripped Raymond, ripped off his neck armor, and ripped the chain mail below.

Sir Raymond had a dagger on his belt, and he hooked it tightly with his fingers. He pulled out his dagger in despair and thrust into the vampire's body. He thrust steel into the baron's dead body over and over again. Because the angle of attack was too low, the dagger in his hand could not threaten the monster's black heart, so all Sir Raymond could do was anger his enemies. But it was enough to distract the vampire, keeping its fangs away from his throat.

Baron de Naval screamed angrily, grabbed Sir Raymond's helmet, and brutally hit the knight's head against a tombstone. The helmet cracked under impact, and even though Raymond had cushioned cushions beneath his helmet, Raymond felt his brain rattle in his skull. He passed out and fell helplessly at the vampire's feet.

Baron de Naval grinned and leaned over, trying to grab the victim's throat.

"You forgot to interrupt my two arms," ​​Viscount Melson growled. His wounded arm fell weakly beside him, and the elderly noble held his sword with his left hand, and severely cut a knife on the spine of the vampire.

The vampire screamed in pain, blisters on the skin around the wound. Baron de Naval fell to the ground, grabbing his back with an intact hand, trying to touch his burning wound.

Viscount Melson kicked off the lame monster with a kick and slammed his head back, strong enough to kill anything that could claim to be human. The vampire's head dragged disgustedly on its broken neck. The animal struggled to pull itself up, but its broken back twisted it on the ground.

Viscount Melson glared at the monster. He pointed his sword at the vampire, showing the garlic head he held on the hilt, the garlic head he had wiped the blade of before. "It must have been a farmer who lost this in battle." He said to the vampire. "I decided to make good use of it." Viscount Melson thrust the tip of his sword into Baron De Naval's knee, and the vampire's flesh blistered on the steel covered with garlic.

"I ask again, you blood-sucking bug; where is the Duke of Blood Eagle?" Viscount Melson inserted the sword more forcefully into the meat on Baron De Naval's leg The question is clearer. The vampire just answered him with a malicious hiss. The elderly noble shrugged and turned their gaze to the sky. "Just you. Anyway, it's dawn anyway."

Baron de Naval heard the words of Viscount Melson, his eyes widened in horror. The lame vampire struggled, trying to break free from the knight's sword, but every struggle would only make him more painful. After a while, the first rays of sunlight passed through the roof of the church, bathing the vampires in pure sunlight. Baron de Naval opened his mouth to scream, but his flesh had turned into dust. The vampire's eyes melted into his collapsed head, and his hair shriveled as if it were lit by flames. The rest of its body soon disintegrated, as if a block of salt was thrown into the sea. After a few minutes, the only trace left by Baron de Naval was the odor in the air.

Viscount Melson watched every moment the vampire collapsed, hoping every second that it was the Duke of Blood Eagle, not the slave of the monster. When the last part of Baron de Naval also disappeared, Viscount Melson turned around and looked at the south. He could see the black cloud mentioned by Raymond before. Hopefully, he will find the Duke of Blood Eagle.

Viscount Melson took his injured arm and started walking towards his horse. As he passed Raymond, the painful moans there stopped him. He glanced at the young knight and clenched his fists.

Although this De Toulouse offended him, he saved his life. With or without resentment, and with or without revenge, Viscount Melson knew he could not leave Sir Raymond here.

Viscount Melson painfully looked at the dark clouds receding south, and made the last desired gaze.