Ophyca and Sora finally reached the church, having to take a bit of a rest, Ophyca pushed the large heavy doors of the church. They swung wide with a loud, grinding creek. The sound resonating in the main stone chamber as Ophyca entered. It was dusk now, a light chill in the air, the church was dark. "Stay back here, ok?" Ophyca whispered to Sora. "I don't know what's here. Just...stay here. The only things that would attack a church are grave robbers....or worse." Ophyca whispered to Sora. With no actual glance back to see if Sora had listened, Ophyca continued further into the darkened church. "Father Micah?" He called out, his tiny, squeaky voice carrying a hint of worry. "Father MICAH!?" He called again, more concern revealing itself. Ophyca already knew...it would take an idiot not to realize it as he continued to walk towards the back of the church. The air, the ground, even the walls were stained, tainted if you will. The presence that had brought the carrion feeders was evil, Ophyca could sense it. It left a trail of essence that he could feel now leading to the back of the church, towards the graveyard. '
Oh no...'
Ophyca bolted for the door, that was now smashed to pieces, the wind howling now through the two openings of the church, creating a ominous, hollowed moan. And there in the graveyard, was Micah. His body twisted and torn, a look of horror on his now frozen face. "No no no...Micah..." Ophyca mumbled. The child act was gone, his face removed of all joy or emotion besides sorrow. Micah was his friend. He had been there after Indrie had passed, when he was only around 12 or so. Micah helped him out of his hopelessness, and helped him see that even though he was immortal, there was a point to living and being around others. Micah had saved him.
Ophyca reached forward and shut Micah's wide, blank eyes. He closed and bowed his head low. "Thank you...old friend."
"And this is how you treat your friends....you don't help them when they need it most? To let them experience torture of that caliber?"
The sound of that voice brought a chill to Ophyca's spine, he turned around on his heel, his eyes gazing upward towards the voice that came from the top of the church. There, standing atop the building with his arms folded, dark red armor adorned tightly against his slender physique, silver hair shining bright in the sun, and a single horn protruding from his forehead, just like Ophyca. "WHY! WHY DID YOU DO THIS!?" He yelled at the top of his lungs, Ophyca's rage billowing. "Why....brother...."
It was at that point, that he noticed there was a coffin floating behind his brother, a coffin that was rotten, and decayed, small flecks of dirt falling off the oaken box. Ophyca's eyes grew dark. It was Indrie's coffin. "What are you doing with her!? PUT HER BACK!" and throwing his fist forward, his eyes and horn glowing green in an instant, a forceful gust of wind shot out, causing a roll of thunder due to the displacement of air. Another boom as the gust slammed into the barrier his brother had placed before he had arrived, the shockwave from the wind hitting barrier, causing the corner of the church to break and shatter, stone and would flying in multiple directions.
Ophyca knelt to the ground, breathing heavily. On top of the run, that kind of attack was pushing his abilities in his sealed form. "Oh...so weak now, thanks to the wench. And you don't know who she is?" His cold, shrill voice range out, chilling Ophyca to the bone. "Vardus! Put her down!" Vardus merely smiled, reaching out and flicking his wrist as the coffin door swung open. Ophyca was completely disgusted until....until he saw. There, in the coffin, was Indrie, completely preserved. In fact, quite younger than she was when she died. Raven colored hair, eyes closed, very peaceful with her arms crossed. "She's a saint...the first one in eons..." Vardus said flicking his wrist again and the door shut with a bang. Ophyca stared at his brother, his rage seething. "And was does a lowlife degenerate such as yourself need with the dead body of a saint! I don't care what she is..."
"Oh, but you should." Vardus chimed, his smile still on his lips as he began to fade. "You will know soon enough what a saint can do for sinners...."
And he Vanished, without a single trace. Ophyca fell to his knees, suddenly succumbing to his exhaustion from using that much of his wind magic. "I'm sor...ry.....mica..h...." His face hit the ground hard, his consciousness fading. "In....drie..."
(This is the theme music (and I'll be posting them during certain situations. I have many. XD) for when Ophyca turns and see's who's on top of the church.
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