A Familiar Void

Chapter 32

The girl, Louise as she had introduced herself, she was a kind girl. A mage that seemed to care for the Vessels that she had picked up, and unlike the others she seemed to actually care for them.

She didn't seem like the bandits that were transporting them as pets or as goods to be sold away, she didn't seem to be like the villagers that would worship them because of their connection to the Void.

And from how much she seemed to care for their well-being, she didn't seem like the Elves who would use the Vessels for their experiments to understand and then make use of the Void.

She was a kind person, a good one. Someone that took the time to name the Vessels, to understand the minute desires that a Vessel would have. She was someone that would've cared for them, and protected them with their life.

The Pope's Familiar kept that thought in their mind as they raised their Nail to the side of their head.

But even if she was a good person, even if she had claimed that one of the Vessels was her 'Familiar' and by extension had called herself a Void Mage. They didn't have proof that she was right, or so was the excuse they'd make.

The ground cracked as they launched forward with a single kick.

With them being in a warzone, they could dispose of her safely and bring back their Siblings to someplace safe.

Her pink eyes widened as they reached her, the tip of the Nail aiming straight for her head.

At the very least, her death will be quick.

A powerful upward force suddenly shifted the momentum and direction of their Nail.

It was the Vessel with four horns, Sib as she had called it. Their own Nail, only Channelled instead of Pure, had intercepted their strike. Despite the difference in the quality and size, the Vessel was still strong enough to divert the force of the blow into the ceiling above with an upwards strike. The ceiling cracked just as easily as the ground, and the girl fell over once they were forced to a stop.

Before they could pull free the Nail from the ceiling, their arms were held in place by two objects piercing their shoulders, before looping around stabbing their elbows as well.

It was the Vessel with two horns, the one that she had named Bug and the one that brought back memories. It resembled one of the Vessels that had almost escaped, just before they left the Abyss with the Pale King.

Ah... if only they saved it back then.

This Vessel had more control over their Void body, their arms forming the Void tendrils that were keeping their arms in place.

They twisted their wrist, hoping to wrench their arms free.

Before they could however, Bug's whole body become enveloped in black, and blasted a spell into them.

The magical spell slammed into their body, and carried them away from the mage. Had they not have gripped their Nail tightly it would've remained stuck into the ceiling as they were carried across the room by the force of the spell. The tendrils ripped out of their shoulders and elbows, but the pain was still bearable.

What was less bearable was them slamming through a wall, the stone falling way to their body and the spell.

Before they could be carried further away, the Vessel slammed both of their feet into the ground. Digging a small trench with their legs in the stone floor, the spell tried its hardest to keep carrying it back. But they held firm, and just as they hit another wall they managed to slow themselves to a stop.