Othorman shot across, appearing between the two forms thar were fiercely battling each other.
Imdiately, the circle-eyed person in robe, shot back, its ruby eyes widened then narrowing.
The other–ninjalike, rolled into the air and landed afar.
Both of them cautiously looked at Othorman without saying a word at first.
Then a trendous weight fell on the air as the robed person spoke with a thundering voice:
"Human. I advise you. Step out of the way"
His words carried a foreboding heaviness that made even Othormon tremble, fear shrinking his insides at the thought of defying the voice.
Tension strained the air as both party seem to be waiting for Othorman’s response.
Othorman straightened his back, released his clenched hand, furling and unfurling it to relax the joint of his fingers.
He bent his head left and right the ease his stiff neck. Then began to untie the blindfold that was over his eyes.
In that mont Hans went bug eyed.
’Oh no! This is bad! Othorman is removing the blindfold’
Ever since both of them were created, Hans had always known Othorman to have that red blindfold and the fabric vambraces, they were like a part of his body.
They were only two instances that Othorman had removed the blindfold.
The first ti was when Hans was almost at a point where his body would shatter due to the ceaseless attack of a certain demon...
The second ti was for the sake of their leader Divine Nightmare.
And those two instances were not an amazing mory for Hans.
Seeing his brother defeat the enemy should have made him so happy, shouldn’t it?
But when he saw the state that enemy was left in... Hans in both situations rembered wishing death as a better option for them.
It was the second ti it dawned on him that Othorman was so powerful that the blindfold served as an artifact that limited his powers.
The vambraces too probably had the sa function, but since Hans had never seen him put them off, he couldn’t be too sure
However, there was one sad thing about seeing Othorman remove his blindfold.
As the red cloth fell off his face, Hans shut his eyes and looked away.
Behind the veil was a hollow and deep hole void of eyes.
Hans had only seen it twice... and he hated himself both tis.
The hollowness in Othorman’s socket often reminded Hans of his brother’s plights and suffering.
Othorman might seem easy going and be the one with the most temperant of them all. But in reality, he is the most twisted, and the one that has it hard the most.
Both party suddenly beca extra cautious in their stance the mont the red clothe fell off Othorman’s eyes.
They averted their gaze unable to stare into the eyes of the dark gaunt man.
A smile curled up Othorman’s face.
"As expected of cultists, you can tell at a glance can’t you? The amount of misery and despair in them..."
Othorman paused, his voice growing distant as he continued.
"Well, I for one... hate to do this. But I have to admit, fighting two priest of different cultists..." He smiled a little, "...I can’t be allowed to be cocky now, can I?"
The robed person slowly lowered his dagger. His round eyes shimring with a little compassion.
"Oh child..." His voice rang out. "who has brought you to this state? Who has inflicted their misery and agony upon you, depriving your soul of its freedom?"
His voice was so genuine and pleasing that Othorman’s facial features creased to a frown.
"Hmph! Followers of a fallen star! Let him fool you not. All they’re known for is shaless shenanigans. Their tongues are filled with nothing but decent... compassion? Pity? Love? I can’t help but laugh!"
The ruby eyed person turned to the other party who just spoke.
Othorman looked at both of them, he could feel the malice between both of them.
"Child..." The thunderous voice ca again, resonating with an even greater demand for absolute obedience.
Othorman got ready, spreading his legs to spring into action which ever one cos first. Then he said:
"I have no plans to allow you to continue your fight unless you answer my question."
His empty eyes emanated a milieu of misery that tainted the air and strained the facial expressions of both parties.
Even though not much of their face could be seen. Their hesitation was palpable.
Othorman in his peak was different... receiving physical blows was the least they had to worry about.
The kind of burden that emanated from the hollowness of his eye socket was terrifying.
And they could understand its weight better probably because they were loyal helots who serve and follow based on a set of doctrines.
They were religious to a fault and more than any other person know what it is for one’s soul to be tied down by despair against one’s wishes.
But what they however did not know... was that Othorman had no soul.
What they felt from him was a pain, agony, suffering, misery and despair inscribed in the crudest of ways on his body.
He was bodily carrying these vicious sentint. They were what made him the strongest amongst the rank of soulless.
Compared to Othorman, the others were like a joke.
Another thread of silence streaked across the air before the ruby eyed person cut through.
"Fine. Child. Speak."
Othorman sighed, he picked his blindfold and began to tie it back. Imdiately all the tension disappeared like it never existed.
He reverted to a completely normal embodint. With a sugary voice, he began:
"Thank you very much. I don’t know why you guys are here or fighting and it is none of my business. But my master. Who stayed in the last room at the edge is missing... now, I don’t know who else to bla for this. Except you zealots who are brawling in an inn that is filled with guests..."
His voice was almost rising but he did a good job to control himself.
"So, I’ll ask one last ti. Zealots, where is my master?"
"This is weird..."
"Yea... very... weird"
Awkward silence persisted for a while.
Then after a while, the black clothed person exhaled and spoke, exuding black smoke.
"My mission here is done."
"No!" The robed man shouted as he ran forward but his opponent had dissipated completely into smoke and disappeared before he could cover half the distance.
His round eyes could be seen dilating. He swung back his head to Othorman.
"Child! What have you caused?"
Othorman shrugged.
In that mont, a loud thud followed by a throaty cry pealed from below.
The ruby sprang into action, running across the distance like a floating balloon. Othorman followed suit, not losing to it in terms of speed.
Both of them reached the lower level floor, Othorman paused with a slight frown on his blindfold.
"What happened here?" He probed.
The neatly arranged benches and tables were overturned, broken, the attendant was no where to be found, her semicircular table was split into two.
Webbed cracks shattered the wooden floors in more than two areas.
And lurched afar, on the wall, cracks intertwined, creating an intricate web of fractures, heavily sared with crimson blood.
At the base of the cracks was a lifeless body. Also donned in the sa robe like the person next to Othorman.
But looked more human.
The robed man flashed across, appearing and softly leaning in front of the corpse of his comrade.
"May the light of the forsaken star guide your spirit on its celestial journey, illuminating the path to eternal peace and serenity. Though you have departed from this earthly realm, your presence shall forever linger among us, a beacon of hope and inspiration. In the embrace of the forsaken star, may you find solace and transcendence, and may your legacy shine brightly in the heavens for all eternity."
The man joined his hand together.
"Aan"
Othorman and Hans watched in silence, when the man was done he closed the opened eyes of his partner, stood up and walked towards Othorman and Hans.
Looking at two of them with round unhuman eyes for couple of seconds, he uttered:
"We need your help."
Othorman frowned but before he could speak the robed man interjected.
"I am not asking for free, we’ll do everything in our power to help you find your master. But you must also do the sa for us."
Othorman raised his chin and folded his arms.
"So... you are finding your master?"
"I can chose to retain the right to reveal unnecessary information. Let us work together towards each other’s goal. Out of six of my comrade. I am the only one left..."
Hans spoke telepathically to Othorman. This was one thing that was exclusive to the two brothers.
’I rember the attendant saying they had seven visitors. Dies this an... in just the span of our ti here, they have been attacked and killed? And could that an that the seventh person he failed to ntion could be his master...’
’Hmm... I don’t know what. But our better choice right now should be teaming up with him to find Lord Raith. That should be our only concern... for now’
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