Chapter Seventeen: The Hill of Fire_Commerce Emperor

Chapter Seventeen: The Hill of Fire

 There were many legends about how the Assassins power worked.

 Some whispered that the Assassin required a persons name and face, then determined the cause of death. A stroke, ident, murder they believed the Assassin could kill anyone, anywhere, with the correct knowledge. Others believed Assassins put a marker on their target, apulsion that when triggered sent the victim to the afterlife.

 From what I could tell, the truth was much simpler.

 If the Assassin touched their target, they died. The end.

 My magical sight had witnessed it all. Mersies hand brushed against the werewolfs back, and his essenceall of what made the beastman what he wasflickered out like an extinguished candle. It was as if someone had pulled a lever to halt a mills turn. It simply stopped.

 I should have known a demon would target the cathedral, Mersie muttered before observing me closer. Are you harmed, Robin?

 Nothing more than scratches, but thanks. Unlike Colmar, I still had my head on my shoulders. Your assignment?

 Taken care of, Mersie replied. No demons.

 Florences n became clear to me. Since the north watchtower was still releasing its poison, I suspected most of the Knots demons had actually been deployed there. Florence anticipated us sending the Knight to deal with the first active pyre; with our strongest pinned down halfway across the city, she could release the gas in another location with less resistance.

 The woman was clever, I had to give her that.

 Mersies eyes squinted as she struggled to see through the smoke and noticed Colmars remains. The Alchemist

 Should be fine, I replied. I hoped so, at least.

 Mersie gave me a strange look. Anybody else would have doubted my words, but she trusted me. Maybe more than I trusted her.

 However, the bloodthirsty, furious look she sent Chastel upon noticing himfollowed by one of the creepiest smiles I had ever seenfroze the blood in my veins. She had recognized him even in his demon form. She had probably seen his ws tear apart her family and retainers many years ago.

 Rescuing ire is our priority, I reminded Mersie. Chastel still held her hostage, her arms twisted and broken. Florence had explicitly ordered her fiendish pet to keep ire alive, but as Soraseo said, demons lied.

 You take care of her, Mersie replied, her smile unblemished. Ill distract Chastel.

 Or kill him, her tone implied.

 We charged onward at the same time, perfectly synchronized. We knew each other too well. Still, Florence saw using, with mes swirling in her hands in turn.

 Strange, Mersie muttered to herself. Its the first time were fighting together.

 I would rather dance, I quipped back.

 Were still dancing, Robin, Mersie replied, two throwing knives shing from under her sleeves. The dance of des.

 Florence raised her hands to unleash sts of fire at us, but Mersie threw her knives first: one at the apothecarys eye, the other at Chastels face. One of the demons hands caught the projectile with lightning-fast reflexes. His mistress, however, did not possess the same agility. Mersies knife hit her masks ss goggle and shattered it. Florence let out a snarl of pain, her previously fiery hands moving to cover her mask.

 Astonishingly, Chastels head snapped in his mistress direction with what could pass for concern. That was all Mersie and I needed to strike. My fiery dagger cut through Chastels hands like butter. The monster shed no blood, nor did I feel much resistance. It was as if he had neither flesh nor bones under his skin.

 In any case, it forced him to drop ire. I grabbed her before she could hit the ground and swiftly retreated a few steps back.

 "ire?! ire, are you well?!" When I received no response and checked her pulse, I realized ire had passed out. The pain from having her arms broken, not to mention the smoke and gas, had caused her to faint.

 Meanwhile, Mersie engaged Chastel in melee. She dodged a quick strike aimed for her hand, grabbed the demon''s arm with both hands

 And nothing happened.

 Chastel did not drop dead, nor did my magical sight notice any change in his essence. Mersie blinked in bewilderment before jumping back before Chastel could counterattack.

 Im afraid I have no soul to take, dear Assassin, Chastel apologized, his tone utterly insincere. As I said: no cheating.

 It didnt take me long to figure out how the Assassins power worked. Mersies touch magically severed the bond between an individuals body and their soul. Thetter moved on to the Soulforge for reincarnation while the former dropped dead, a husk emptied of all life and essence.

 However, bing a demon involved selling ones soul to the Devil of Greed and letting their evil fill the void. There was no soul to send to the Soulforge since another alreadyid im to it.

 In a way, the person was already gone. The demon was simply a reanimated corpse, the rotting echo of a departed fool. All the goodif the likes of Sforza and Chastel ever held that in their hearthad left this world, and only their sins lingered behind.

 Good, Mersie replied coldly. New knives shed out of her sleeves, one for each hand. I wanted to take my time with you.

 Is that so? Chastel asked mirthfully. I guess that makes two of us then.

 He once again turned invisible and vanished from sight.

 Mersie didn''t appear surprised. She closed her eyes and bent slightly. I watched her roll to the side right before marks ofceration appeared on the spot where she stood.

 She has rehearsed this fight for half of her life, I realized while leaving ire behind a pile of rubble, away from the mes and fighting. Mersie had seen Chastel in action before and learned her lesson.

 Unfortunately, she wasn''t facing one opponent. Florence removed the dagger stuck in her mask, her shattered ss goggle revealed red blood dripping on her exposed, hateful eye.

 I closed the gap between us before she could assist Chastel, my dagger so hot it hurt to wield it. She dodged a lethal blow, but my de still carved a line across her chest. I cut through leather before feeling the resistance of metal underneath.

 Why would a demon wear armor?

 As I dodged a burst of yellow mes, I realized that at no point did Florence transform into a monster. The fact she felt the need to wear equipment to protect herself from her own chemicals in close quarters could only mean one thing.

 "You''re no demon," I whispered, confirming my earlier suspicions. "You''re a werewolf. The kind that can pass for a human."

 I heard Florence shrug behind her mask. "Does it matter?"

 A great deal, yes. I wonder why a demon would follow a mere mortal.

 I heard Chastelugh behind me. There is nothing mere about Mdy.

 I turned my head to see empty air behind me. I still stepped to the right on instinct, a reaction that saved my life. Invisible wsshed at the metal te covering my chest and prated deep enough to reach the clothes underneath.

 Dont you see the beauty of her soul? Chastel asked me, his grin briefly bing visible amidst the smoke. The frightful rage born of sorrow? It fascinates me.

 Florence appeared to flinch for a brief instant, before attempting to nk the Assassin with a burst of mes. Mersie acted quicker and threw another knife at her. Florence saw iting this time and the twodies swiftly started exchanging projectiles.

 I cannot muster the strength to hate anyone Chastel continued to ramble. I kept backing off, sensing his approach but unable to ascertain his position. Come to think of it, I do not care much for anything. But Mdy

 Keep rambling, I thought while focusing on Chastels voice. It will be the end of you.

 I heard a chuckle to my left. She inspires me to do my very best.

 I sensed ws surging through the air. I swung my dagger in their rough direction, my de cutting through something I couldnt pierce. Phantom fingers closed on my arms armored protection, tearing off steel and leather alike. Another visible w grazed my cheek deep enough to draw blood. Chastel might have gutted me had he been any closer.

 Mersie wasnt having any more luck. Florence had summoned a wall of me around herself to keep the Assassin at bay, and though her apothecary equipment had taken hits, none of them threatened herbat effectiveness.

 Those mes wont protect you forever, Mersie taunted Florence. She paced around the fire, trying to find an opening.

 I do not fear a thief, Florence replied with contempt. She waved her hands, manipting the essence in the air the way only an experienced witchcrafter could. You vassal heroes should never have existed.

 To Mersies astonishment, Florences essence caused the wall of fire to advance toward her foe. It was quite the feat of witchcrafting; I could hardly channel the poison from the berserk gas into my dagger, but Florence managed to alter an elemental force of nature without the help of runestones or a heros mark. Only those who had undergone the Second Awakening and extensive training could achieve a simr feat.

 My ex-lover deftly backflippedMersie had always been quite flexiblecloser to me. Before we knew it, we were fighting back-to-back, nked from both sides by an invisible demon and a wall of fire.

 Theyre tough, Mersie conceded. Any suggestions, Robin?

 Lets take out one and then the other, I replied. It would be so much easier once one of them bit the dust. Florence is no demon, so your power should work on her. It will lure Chastel to you.

 Mersie nodded in confirmation. We separated to avoid a fireball thrown at us and immediately moved on to attack Florence by nking her from two sides. We ran around her wall of fire, forcing Florence to split her attention.

 Mersie stopped midway through her course to throw a knife at empty air. It appeared Chastel had chosen to focus on her over me after deeming the Assassin a greater danger to his mistress. Worse, it appeared Florence shared her associates opinion.

 Your mark is not meant for battle, Robin, Florence chastised me while channeling fire through her gas masks filter. What do you hope to aplish here?

 I admit Im morefortable counting coins than dueling an experienced mage like yourself, I confessed while closing the gap between us. Still, what kind of hero sits around while his city threatens to burn?

 Florence weed me with a st of searing mes. Yet no matter how much she tried to mimic a dragon, shecked their power. I had no issues running circles around her, waiting for her to need to catch her breath.

 Your ss is fake, Robin, Florence ranted, each word carrying berserk fire. A counterfeit. A pale imitation of the Goddess true gift; shackled and restrained. Do you truly believe the likes of the Alchemist and the Artisan exist to support you, Robin? Quite the contrary. Their sses dilute yours.

 While I focused on the fight first and foremost, I did listen to her words. The memory I had glimpsed through my mark shed back into my mind: that of people turned to gold at a tyrants mercy. That would be a gross abuse of the Alchemists power, twisted and wrong.

 Now it is up to us to continue the holy work, Florence dered. She finally stopped to catch her breath, offering me an opening. To purify this sinful world in the name of its true inheritors.

 Is that what it is all about? I pointed my dagger at her mask. Youll tear apart this kingdom so your followers and the northern beastmen can take it for themselves?"

 They deserve thisnd more than its current inhabitants for certain, Florence replied with contempt, while struggling to dodge my dagger stabs. Since her chest was protected, I started aiming for the neck. What did humans do with this kingdom other than stain it with blood? Greed, cupidity, and bigotry are the order of the day in Archfrost.

 She joined her hands and widened them into a wall of me. I had no choice but to take a step back and run around it to avoid being charbroiled. I nced towards Mersie and found that neither of us made any progress. Mersie threw knives at thin air and moved away to avoid invisible blows. Her hearing had to be incredibly sharp to sense Chastels blowsing through this chaos.

 "Have we met before, dear Assassin? Chastel''s voice echoed around the za. You seem to havee prepared."

 I noticed Mersies hands tightening their grip on her weapons. Does the name Salvadoreen mean anything to you?

 Ah, yes, yes, you mean that party in Goldport? Such a posh gathering, the guests were so magnificently dressed. Chastels shape briefly became visible through the smoke. While his camouge was perfect, he remained a physical creature discing dust in his wake. Especially the lord of the house. I loved his leathered boots so much I bought another set for myself.

 The taunt no, scratch that. I knew taunts, breathed them even. This wasnt a taunt, or even an act of malice. I could tell that from Chastels nonchnt tone. The monster had ughtered so many innocents they had all started to blur together.

 The one detail Chastel remembered from massacring Mersies entire family was how he liked her fathers boots.

 Obviously, Mersie didnt take it well. She suddenly traced a thin line along her arm with a snarl, drawing blood, before throwing the knife at Chastel. The demon caught it in midair before it could hit his head off course and stained his own fingers with Mersies blood. The stain floated in the air, marking the demons position.

 Oh, I see, Chastel noted. His attempts to rub the fluid off his hand only caused it to spread further. The traces were faint, but enough to help Mersie identify her foes current location. Clever, clever.

 I would have congratted Mersie on her quick thinking if I wasnt too busy avoiding bursts of fire aimed at my head. What Florencecked in aim andbat training, she more than made up for in power and fury. She lit up braziers and seared the cobblestones around us with utter disregard for her own safety. Her gloves had long turned to ash, revealing hands stained with burns.

 You think serving Belgoroth will bring you anything but pain, Florence?! I managed to get close enough for a swing at her throat, ripping out the leather protecting it and leaving her neck exposed. Not deep enough to sh the flesh below though. I saw him when the Blight manifested. Hes fury incarnate. Hell kill and kill, until there''s no one left to kill.

 Good, Florence replied coldly.

 Her response caught me off-guard, which nearly cost me my life. Florences fiery left hand lunged for my face, intent on melting my skull. I barely managed to stab her palm before it could reach me, the sheer heat causing my gloves to catch fire. Her other hand immediately tried to unleash a burst of mes in close quarters, but I managed to grab her arm and force it up, causing her fireball to go flying above our heads.

 Yet Florence kept pushing me, trying to get her hands close enough to my head tond a killing blow. I was stronger than her, but it was hard to maintain a grip when her uniform was half aze! My skin burned beneath my gloves.

 All Lord Belgoroth does is strip away the lie, Florence hissed with maddened eyes. Youre a bright child, Robin. Youve seen the real face of humanity, the savagery festering under the slum-infested cities and pretty castles!

 Yes, I have I gritted my teeth while trying to push her back. I channeled whatever essence I could into my dagger. Its why Im cutting it out rather than letting it fester like you do!

 Your efforts are for naught, Robin! You may be able to sell and buy anything, but you will never change human nature! I saw mes build up within Florences filter. Curses, she intended to breathe fire in my face. You were meant to help us, not fight

 Florence froze, her head snapped to the side. She had sensed a presence closing in.

 Colmars headless corpse had silently risen behind her.

 There was no bone to support his apothecary apparatus, no blood pumping out of his severed neck, no flesh underneath the leather and steel. Only dust and a gaping emptiness previously hidden from the world.

 Its one thing to expect it, I thought, only half-surprised, and another to see it.

 What Florence managed to say before Colmars hands mmed against her apothecary outfit. My friends magic traveled through her clothes, turning leather into cold stone. I removed my searing dagger from her hand as she found herself trapped within her own uniform.

 Florence raged and screamed, but her mes could not melt stone. She was trapped inside her own unmoving apparatus.

 Robin!

 Mersies warning caused me to turn around just in time to see a floating red spot of blood rushing at me. Chastel, realizing his mistress was now in danger, had abandoned Mersie to rescue her. My friend raced after him, but the demon was quicker.

 I only had seconds before Chastel reached us, so I put them to use.

 Remembering what happened when I stabbed the werewolf earlier, I infused my already unstable dagger with the nefarious essence suffusing Florences gas. Cruel poison and wrath seeped into my weapon. I grit my teeth as I struggled against the pain of holding it.

 Get down! I shouted at everyone, Mersie first and foremost.

 I threw my dagger.

 I wasnt as good a shot as Mersie, but the bloodstain on Chastels hands made for the perfect target. The de sang as it raced through the air before ending its course in the middle of the za. I heard it hit somethingone of Chastels hands, or hopefully his headand then a sh of bright light followed.

 The weapon exploded in a mighty burst of berserk me.

 The st threw me back among the dust and the ashes, tossed Florence onto her back, and caused Colmars remains to stumble. Mersie managed to rush to the ground upon hearing my warning.

 As for Chastel, the st tore him apart.

 The demon became visible again upon destruction, so I saw all the grisly details. A hundred charred hands flew in countless directions amidst a rain of burned blood. Chastels head was severed from the cloak of fur that made up his body and tumbled among the ashes.

 Is I coughed smoke and ashes, my ears hurting. I heard a buzzing sound echoing in the back of my head. Is everyone alright?

 I am, Mersie replied while rising back to her feet. How did you how did you do that?

 I improvised, I replied before moving to check on Colmar. The apothecarys decapitated remains stood still next to his own severed head. Are you in there?

 I am well. Colmars voice came from his severed head, which his body picked up under one arm. The sight sent shivers down my spine. It was as if he had done it before. What about Florence?

 It said something about Colmar that appeared more concerned for his enemys health than his own. Nheless, I moved to check on Florence anyway. She was still trapped inside her petrified costume, raging against her prison and yet unable to escape it. sting her way out meant suffering from a deadly recoil.

 Good, shes still alive, I thought. We couldnt interrogate the dead after all.

 My, my, a familiar, wheezing voice said, this is quite the pickle

 Speaking of the dead, I nced at Chastels remains, utterly gobsmacked.

 The demons severed heady near his petrified mistress, the left half torched enough to reveal gilded bones under his fur. Chastel was missing everything beneath the jaw, including lungs, and yet I heard him breathe. His vicious little eyes nced at his own bloody remains with the same eerie nonchnce he had shown us time and time again.

 Hes still alive. I could scarcely believe it. The st had torn him apart, and yet Chastels soulless spirit lingered in this world. But not for long.

 If his wounds didnt im Chastels life soon, Mersie would. She grabbed the demon by the ears with a furious look, a knife in hand.

 Even so, Chastel showed no fear in the face of death. He utterly ignored Mersie and instead red at Colmar, who had switched to extinguishing the fires by turning stones and rubble to ice.

 "My, my, and the priests call us abominations," Chastel mused. How he could speak without lungs was beyond me; though I could say the same for Colmar. "The cauldron calling the kettle ck I suppose."

 Except Colmar worked tirelessly to save lives while Chastel dedicated his existence to taking them. Quite the difference.

 Mersie forced Chastel to look at her. Her beauty was twisted in an expression of cold rage. "You don''t remember me at all."

 I do my hearts best to remember all my victims, but no, I do not remember you, Chastel replied. I am truly sorry.

 The creepiest part was that he almost sounded sincere.

 Fifteen years ago, you and your acolytes broke into my familys home. Mersie raised her knife up to Chastels remaining eye. There was a blonde girl, five years old. You thought she was me. She applied the de to the eyelid. So you tore her apart.

 She stabbed Chastel in the left eye.

 Though I held no love for the fiend, I winced a bit at the sight. ckened blood poured out of Chastels skull and dripped down his burned cheek. Another man might have tried to stop her, but I had spent years plotting vengeance against Sforza. Some people deserved to die for the good of everyone else.

 You tore her apart with your filthy ws, Mersie hissed, her voice dripping with fifteen years worth of venom and hatefulness. A child of five. Sarah. My friend. You murdered her.

 Chastel didnt scream as she twisted the de.

 He didntugh, or whine, or beg, or react. His remaining eye stared at Mersie while the other bled, unblinking, amused.

 Mersies jaw clenched in fury. The demon appeared determined to deny her any catharsis in his final moments.

 You murdered her while your acolytes killed my father and mother, she spat at the fiend.

 I am sorry, my fairdy, Chastel apologized with all the sweetness of rancid butter. I shouldnt have separated you from your family. If I could, I would send you to join them this very instant.

 No, you wont. But before you go to whatever hell your pact with the Devil of Greed condemned you, you will tell where to find yourst acolyte. Mersie moved her de to his other eye. Ive managed to track down everyone present that night over the years. Everyst one of you beasts. All except one."

 She started tracing a line around the remaining eye with her knife.

 "One-eyed, Mersie said, her voice colder than ice. White-haired. Knife thrower."

 "Ah, Chronius?" Chastel chuckled, unimpressed by the threats. It does not surprise me. Hes retired, you know? He exchanged his weapons for tools and blood for a farm.

 I scoffed. One does not retire from your kind of organization.

 They do, if they agree to keep their mouths shut, Chastel replied calmly. Yes, we let the old chap go. But weve kept an eye on him since.

 Mersie pushed her knife against Chastels head, emphasizing each word of her question. Where. Is. He?

 Youll find him in Wisepeak, my fairdy, if youre so eager to die, Chastel taunted her. Chronius is a better killer than I am. Truly a master of his craft. Hes not the kind of de that rusts with time.

 Wisepeak? I struggled to believe it. Wisepeak was a center of learning in Erebia, infamous for, among other things, hosting the Inquisitions training grounds. I could hardly imagine why a former cultist would start a new life there.

 Except, perhaps, to make sure his old associates would think twice about pursuing him, I figured. Interesting I wonder whats the story behind it.

 Good. Mersie dropped Chastels head onto the ground. And now you will die.

 I sense much anger in your heart, young woman. Chastel chuckled. You would have made a good member of the Knots

 Mersie stomped his skull under her foot, shattering it. Red mist consumed Chastels remains, until only a familiar, ghastly coin remained. I seized it and put it in my pocket. Eris would appreciate the gift.

 As for Mersie she stared at the horizon with a hollow expression. Only now that Colmar had extinguished the mes did I realize the northern tower was gone. Smoke rose where it once stood. Had Rnd cast the whole ce down to extinguish its pyre?

 Wisepeak, Mersie muttered to herself. Her hand yed with her knife; flipping it up and down as if she imagined throwing it on a moments notice. Wisepeak. Hes in Wisepeak.

 The mad glint in her eyes worried me. I had seen it before when west met at my home, when she recounted the ughter she had witnessed in her childhood. It was the same rage that animated Florence.

 Mersie? I asked, my voice hardly carrying over the wind. She turned to face me, smiling sadly. Did it give you satisfaction?

 Yes, she answered without hesitation.

 She probably meant it, or at least desired for it to be true. I had no room to judge her, but somehow I had the gut feeling her suffering had only begun. It bothered me.

 Now was not the time to discuss this, however. We still needed to restrain Florence and treat ires wounds. Colmar had moved on to do thetter after affixing his head to his shoulders. When I found him applying bandages to ires arms, a thin line surrounded his neck. From what I could gather, he had used his power to glue back his severed mask the best he could.

 Colmar looked up when he sensed me approaching. Our eyes met, mine made of living matter and his of ss. I had seen nothing other than dust inside his head. Dust and memories.

 Hes old, I thought. For even his bones to have dposed he has been walking the earth for at least a century.

 You knew, Colmar said. It wasnt a question, but a statement. He sounded a little relieved that I hadnt rejected him outright.

 I suspected it, I replied calmly. How did it happen?

 Though Colmar did not breathe, he made a whizzing sound while tightening ires bandages. I told you, Robin, he said grimly. There was once an apothecary who thought he could save everyone from the gue until one day he realized everyone was dead.

 Colmar looked at the corpses on the za. Most were our enemies, yet they would haunt him all the same.

 Even himself, he whispered.

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Chapter Seventeen: The Hill of Fire