the demoness slowly stopped screaming and went to shuddering but suddenly started screaming again and grabbed her head, screaming out Master in demonic and suddenly a wound appeared in her lower body, dark blood flowing out of it.<span style="color: darkred">"fuck! Zelina dont you think your dying on me. dont you even try it!"</span>she looked up at Arlokk with fear in her eyes.<span style="color: darkred">"get Ras to Ophidian! now! hes been mortally wounded. Amere wont answer me."</span><br/><br/>Ophidian laughed quietly and shook his head.<span style="color: green">"my goddess is dead Bayne. your Zelina knew and she didnt care how much it hurt me. she left me lying in a gutter in Silvermoon. fucking Silvermoon! i wasnt even an hour away and she couldnt come pull me out of a piss filled gutter... your Zelina is the one with a direct link to my mind and shes never even sent me a consoling thought. she acts like she cant hear or see what happens to someone who gave her her entire life. i dont want a slave but i needed a friend... and now that she needs something im supposed to care? fuck her."</span>he looked over at Vyre before grunting in pain.<span style="color: green"> "really now?"</span>he snarled in pain and grabbed the spear with both hands, his eyes darkening but he couldnt speak with a spear jammed through his jaw. he didnt make a sound as he was stabbed but once free he was up before Bayne got close and he knocked the stones away.<span style="color: green">"she barely hurt me... except that one..." </span>his voice was a garbled wreck now and he pointed to a deep wound in his lower belly that blood was pouring out of in slow gouts.<span style="color: green">"liver..."</span>he moved over to Vyre and his axe returned to his hand as he picked her up.<span style="color: green"> "how many people have tried to help you? a time traveler, two, no three goddesses, a god and probably alot of others but look at you... poor pitiful Vyre, power infused at birth, immortal but she had a bad childhood, poor, poor Vyre. so much self pity is unbecoming of a Highborne. im disgusted that your my ancestor."</span>he threw her to the ground before he turned on Bayne.<span style="color: green"> "take her to the demonic plane, drop her off in a brothel for Doomguard for all i care... she doesnt get to die."</span>he threw her to the ground before raising his axe and shattered the spear, a massive wave of power leaving Vyre. after a few moments the spear started to desintigrate and a aching pain filled the Elf's body that gre as the shards faded until it was worse then the Dragon blood had been.<span style="color: green">"now your just an Elf with a marked soul... no power, no strength... just memories of being great."</span>he put one hand over the wound before he turned to head home.<span style="color: green">"all i wanted was a family." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>