Everliving Kings (the Heroes of Darkness Saga) Read Free

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                  The monk blinked in confusion before realizing what she meant. “Oh, well if I do release you than you must first pray with me for that man and promise not to attack anyone else.”
                  Anya rolled her eyes, “Oh boy, look if you think I am so evil or possessed by your devil or something, then what makes you think I won't just lie to you to get what I want? What good would my promise be to you?”
                  The monk shook his head like a headmaster at Sunday school, “Your promise has nothing whatsoever to do with me, it is your covenant with the almighty God. If you break your word it is you who must answer for your sin.”
                  The Vampire smiled at him again, “You see Tuck, that is your power. You are a very dangerous man indeed, but you will need to be careful who finds out about your power. It has been ages since I have seen someone as powerful as you, a mage priest, in fact it is possible men like you live only once or twice in a millennium.”
                  Now it was the priests turn to smile, “But my Lady Anya, the Bible tells us the world is only four thousand years old.”
                  “Tuck! I am almost four thousand years old, and my father is many times older than that! He told me tales of the age when there were many races of men on this world and humans were by far the youngest. Your bible leaves all of that out so don’t go around using it as a history lesson! Now I give you my word I will not attack anyone else today if you will just let me stretch my legs.”
                  The priest agreed, mumbled a few prayers and made the sign of the cross at her before asking, “Did that work?”
                  The girl felt her legs relax and she sighed in contentment. “Yes, thank you, now if you don’t mind, kindly open the door for me.”
                  The priest felt himself moving towards the door and pulling back the heavy iron bolt, then swinging the door back on its hinge with a squeak.
                  Friar James felt as if he were sleep-walking and not completely in control of his own body as he watched the Vampire, pick up the remains of her meal with one hand and drag it out of the cell. She dropped the body at the monk’s feet before turning back, walking into her cell and closing the door behind herself. “Thank you Friar Tuck.” She said with a smile.
                  The priest shook his head and then slammed the bolt back into place before taking a full step backwards. “How…What did…You be-witched me! I don’t know why I let you out; it must have been you in control of me! But… but…you didn’t try to escape, why?”
                  Anya shrugged in response, “Well I gave you my word I would not attack anyone else today, and if I tried to leave I know I would have had to break that promise, so…I am still here. I just didn’t want that thing in here with me.” She said pointing down at the corpse at the priest’s feet. “Actually you would probably be safer in here with me than out there with that.” She said crossing her arms in front of her chest with another shrug.
                  The monk’s eyes went wide with horror as he turned to look at the lifeless body at his feet. His mind raced in a panic and all he could think to do was to scream for the guards. After his fourth round of shouting, the clank of armored men lumbering down stone steps filled the dungeon.
                  “Get ye back devil!” one fellow shouted as he pointed his drawn broadsword at the girl, who unimpressed, ignored him.
                  “Are you hurt Brother James?” asked another.
                  “No! The body! Quickly lads, we must dispose of it before it becomes a Risen. You must cut off the head and then burn the whole thing,