Chapter 47
“Patrick… I swear to each FUCKING Goddess…” Angeline slowly twists her head towards the foot of the cot, and sends an icy glare up from under her brow that would easily kill ugly children and small animals. “If you don’t leave right NOW-“
“Fine, fine…” the perverted mage-physician throws his hands up into the air, and huffs out a noise of derision as he moves to the canvas flaps… only to crash against the tiny form of his superior coming in. “Oh… Master Warren… fuck, you’d best be careful… Angie’s on the bloody war-path.”
Jonas chuckles softly at the claim, and waives the young lad on before shuffling over to his adoptive grand-daughter’s side. “So? Any changes?”
The blonde caster lets out a heavy sigh as she reaches over to adjust the blanket covering the mummy’s body. “No… but that’s probably a good thing.” She sets a terse frown onto her lips, and gathers her husband’s hand before nuzzling her cheek against the warm flesh. It was probably one of two parts that wasn’t broken when he was crushed by that damned Wrathful’s fist three days ago…
“Well… we’ve given him all the treatments that we can for now…” the tiny magus reaches over to grip the young girl’s opposite shoulder, and draws her tightly against his flank as he sweeps his gaze over the thick swath of exposed bandages. “And once we’re finally rid of these accursed beings, we’ll continue to do all that we can for him back at the Fortress… it’s only natural, of course… since no matter if he’s Samuel or bloody Finnigan… he’s one of us, after all…”
Allowing her lids to drift shut, the blue-eyed femme gives a small nod of agreement as she recalls looking back from her hastily-assembled warding-crew to watch this impostor leaping from one Daemon to the next… sparing the lives of probably every single candidate of the Aegis and junior-mages of the Order. Time and again. The few commanders and Bound pairings that were still in the camp at the time might have come out of that whole mess somewhat intact… but…if Finnigan hadn't acted so bravely...
“You need to rest, Angie…” the bearded old male places a soft kiss against the side of the young girl’s head, then squeezes her shoulder once more before exiting the space quietly. She wasn’t going to listen anyways… but giving her a reminder was still warranted…
Angeline wearily blinks open her vision, only to quickly shut it again as it proves to be made up of two different, and very distorted images. Ugh… she’d been using way too much of her Power, and getting far too little sleep… that’s… that was… nnn… but, Samuel…
The golden-haired young woman pitches a short distance forward, and instantly succumbs to her exhaustion after listening to only a trio of her former Bond’s heart-beats. It was a certified miracle that he was still alive. A fist weighing more than two tonnes was dropped onto his shoulders, damnit… pulverizing his legs, hips, and torso. Broke his back. Fractured his skull so much that it probably looked like an eggshell after stepping on it… his arms had been snapped… ribs poking through his chest…
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Aegis and Order: First Light
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