The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Vaelle Lurval: LXXXIII

"H-holiver!" She screamed, grabbing his arms and tugging him. "W-we-" Her boyfriend stopped in his tracks though.

"Where are you running?!" He cried angrily. "Vaelle we.. we have to stay we are apart of this-" She slapped him. She couldn't control herself. What on Torril was he talking about?! She peered over his shoulder to see the three approaching the followers down the hallways slowly, each of them were firing spells and knives. She saw one terrified elf girl try to run before being stabbed in the back.. Wasn't her name Greca? She.. didn't know.. And now that girl was dead. A sickening feeling piled in her stomach she wanted to vomit, she had come all the way tot he Cassalanter crypt, tasked with bringing the stupid stone to a windmill.. And now she was going to die?? The sight of blood made her nearly lose consciousness.. 'Damnit.. Damnit!" she wanted to cry.

"Holiver we have to go!- are you crazy they- they." She pulled him left to avoid a stray spell of light not wishing to learn whether or not it would be fatal.

"No!" He cried back. "Vaelle.. We.. if this is the lord's wishes.. We can-"

"Listen to yourself!" She screamed back. "We have to go, we can't give our lives for this. This- this is horrible!" She tried her hardest to tugg him towards the hall while others screamed for aid running away from the attackers. Weeks, maybe months of pent up fear, sadness and anger spilled out all at once while his eyes held sturdy like he was prepared to accept this. "Come!!" She cried, Vaelle felt tears flowing down her cheeks and her body shook with fear. 'Please no.' She wanted him to come with her, why wouldn't he? She went everywhere he wanted. Did everything he needed! She gave up her shop, killed people, watched others die, drank blood, gave up her life! For him.. Why wouldn't he come?

"Vae.." Holiver whispered, running a hand down her cheek "This is ok.. We can do what is only expected.. Follow our lord-" Vaelle watched Seffia get closer waving a hand down Vaelle jumped back into the tunnel glaring into the large velvet red eyes decorated with a wide grin. She stared helplessly as Solvar put a blade through Holivers chest.

"NO!" Vaelle screamed with tears still dripping down her cheeks; she howled in pain not physically but every fiber of her mind and heart shattered when Holiver collapsed to the ground with a mixture of fear and happiness on his face. 'Oh gods..' Vaelle turned and ran. She didn't care where she saw the various other followers in the hall running with her, each of them looking just as scared. First Donna, then Damien, Jeski.. The others as well.. And now.. Now.. She wanted to fall, to die right then and there, pain shook her.

"AH!" A man to her left was struck with some kind of force pushed to the ground injured. "N-no don't leave me!" He tried to scream to Vaelle, "Ah! Please no!" He tried to scream but she saw Arn jump on him stabbing him with a spear. Blood spraying everywhere. 'No no..' Vaelle started hyperventilating. She kept running more and more being cut down around her. She eyed the exit, a door! She was weak damnit she hated herself for being weak but she could escape! The place they had-

"EH!" She let out a horrific sound of whimpering pain she thought on this night.. She was supposed to finish this initiation and then go to Bones's windmill.. Now. Holiver was dead, everyone in that room was falling like flies. She watched the last five of them get stabbed or shot further down the corridor. Vaelle hugged her side in anguish, a large gash clearly made by a dagger and more. She saw burns on her right ribs. Some kind of spell. She gripped the dagger and hauled herself to the left wall trying to stay alive. She closed her eyes feeling the three attackers move down the hall. Taking in shallow breaths.. She knew she would die here.

"Arn!" Seffia cried. "Don't get so enwrapped. We have a job to do."

"Ahh! Please I-I have a fami-" Vaelle winced as one follower begged for their life and was quickly snuffed out. She stared at the entrance of the crypt, the attackers thankfully paid no attention to her as they opened the door and locked it behind them. The last thing she saw was the long brown hair of Seffia being tossed aside to reveal her bright velvet eyes with Solvar's large body shutting the door.. Sealing herself and the dead people; in the crypt.