Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

to allow them to come up as a group.
    “Not really.” He nodded to her hand. “You might want to use that.”
    She looked down to see the stone in her amulet glowing brightly and threads of magic weaving their way around it. Raising her hand up, she watched the magic gathering in front of the stone, knitting into a tight spinning globe.
    Placing her axe down, she wrapped her fingers around her wrist, supporting it. She smiled when she felt the magic humming in her veins, intoxicating her as it grew. It weaved through her fingers, each tiny thread being pulled into the globe and making it grow brighter. She let it build up, holding off releasing it until the vampires below them had started making their way up the stone steps.
    When she released the magic, she watched it tear through the approaching vampires and zigzag around the room. It gave the hall a strange purple glow. She frowned at the sound of a hundred vampires dying in unison. It sent a chill down her spine to see the terrifying extent of the power she commanded. When she finally halted her attack, the room was full of dust and the smell of charred flesh.
    Lowering her hand, she was stunned when the air began to clear, revealing the level of damage she’d done to the Tenebrae forces.
    She must have killed nearly half of them in one attack.
    Her whole body trembled at that thought and she leaned heavily against the pillar at the top of the staircase. Valentine caught her arm, supporting her and stopping her from falling.
    “I’m okay... ” she mumbled, blinking slowly and trying to clear her head. She felt so tired, her senses dulled by the magic draining away all of her energy. Raising her eyes, she looked into his and found he’d changed back out of his vampire guise. Her gaze darted to the room when she felt something approaching and she realised that although they had made a better dent in their enemy’s forces, they still had a long way to go. The vampires were mounting the stairs, heading straight for them.
    “Conserve your energy. Use it wisely, Prophecy.” Valentine placed his hand against her back, pulling her into an upright position. “This fight is far from over but we have levelled the playing field a little. Dmitri’s men will be here before you know it. We just have to hold them off a little longer.”
    She nodded, picked up her axe again and got ready to throw herself into the throng of vampires below her.
    She scanned them quickly and turned to face Valentine.
    “I can’t see the lord of Tenebrae anywhere.”
    He frowned, looking at the vampires.
    At the far end of the hall was the same platform she had seen in her vision and on it stood an empty throne.
    “Maybe he’s waiting for us to make it there before showing up.” She nodded towards the throne. “Or maybe he’s fled.”
    “No red carpet welcome,” he said.
    She tightened her grip on her axe. “We could make our own red carpet.”
    He smiled broadly at her. It seemed strange to see it. She was so used to the little smiles that he gave her when he thought they weren’t being watched.
    “We will do just that then,” he said and swung his axe in a lazy arc by his side.
    Advancing down the steps, she kicked the first line of vampires in the head and chest, causing them to stumble backwards into the ones behind them. She swung her axe hard into the group on her side and watched the stones turn red as their blood spilled out of their wounds. Bringing her axe down, she swiftly cut the heads off the wounded vampires and lunged forwards, kicking the ones behind in the chest and swinging her axe freely.
    She had to admit that she was beginning to enjoy the battle. There was something releasing about killing so many in so short a time, even when it was her own species she was fighting. With each one she disposed of, she felt more powerful, more confident. Turning to watch Valentine, she noticed that they were beginning to get separated and then remembered his words to her. She looked up at the balcony above them. If things became too dangerous, she knew that he’d be there waiting for her.
    Her axe hummed delightfully as she threw herself into the melee. Now free from fear of accidentally hurting Valentine, she could fight harder and let her axe do most of the damage. She relished the opportunity to let go and changed into her vampire guise, executing swift kicks and punches to slow down her opposition.
    Valentine frowned when the feeling of Prophecy’s signature began