The Shadow Slayer
Author: Roth Raven
last update2025-06-23 21:46:01

Valtor's ears picked up, loud footsteps approaching the door.

He quickly stepped back, bowing his head.

Those around weren't able to understand until the announcer yelled out, "HIS MAJESTY IS AROUND—!"

The announcer hadn't finished speaking, when the door flunged opened and those in the room quickly bowed.

The Slayer did as well, then slightly frowned as his eyes moved to Valtor, "He knew the King was about coming... Did he sense it or what?.. come to think about it, he knew when the Shadow Spirit was out.. is he a Slayer as well?"

The King rushed to his daughter, "ELIZABETH!," He tapped her slightly by the cheeks, "Eliza, it's your Papa..."

Valtor eyes slowly lifted up, then narrowed, "So, this is the King?.."

The King a man of quiet strength. At 66, he still walks with the presence of someone who once rode into battle—his back straight, his shoulders broad, his eyes sharp. His hair, though mostly grey now, still carries streaks of black that hint at the fire of his youth. A close-cr
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  • To Not Be Ready

    Thalor looked around, his eyes scanning each and every areas of the room."Something is not where it's meant to be... Something is... Not here... Something is... What exactly is that energy," He looked around.Velmoria who was about standing up from the ground, paused for a moment, then after which, her eyes locked with a Blue Blob hiding underneath the bed.She paused. Confused—A piece not fitting into the Puzzle.Blobby on the other hand, before getting spotted, had a thought brewing within, "I know what would happen, I know what should happen, and that is another means of redemption. If this woman, is blinded by the darkness of Chaos, she can as well be saved by the light of the gods!"If... If... If only this are the words to..."No! My thoughts are not binding themselves together. If the Third Monarch isn't a part of the ritual, or something else, that would mean, she can be saved to prevent the Finality..."Meaning, She can actually prevent the darkness of the void from escaping

  • Instincts

    Silence danced through the intensity in the room.Velmoria kept her lips sealed tight, her head not raised from the ground.Beads of sweat rolled down her face, and she trembled with a shiver."What did you speak to Valtor about?" Thalor asked, awaiting an immediate response."Valtor," She cleared her throat to reply, "I just... Told him about—"Thalor squatted beside, his head supported on his palm, "... Yes?..."This tensed her up, knowing that if a single word which doesn't go according to his favor is said, then, she should definitely be building up a grave of rebirth without starting afresh."... We... I spoke to him about my past life...""Okay?... Then, what caused the redemption in your eyes?.."She paused to think thungs through before yet again answering, "I didn't know—"He leaned closer, "You didn't know? And you hid your eyes away from me? Wait a minute.."She slightly raised her head to see his mouth briefly opened, with him saying,"Did you think you could be redeemed?.

  • Beyond Understanding

    Valtor raised his head to stare at Thalor, whose smile sent shivers down the spine."What were you two discussing about? Mind if I do join?" He asked, the smile, still present."Well, erm, I...," Valtor said, his stammers, enough to make the First Monarch raise a brow,"Am I not worth speaking your worries to? Or do you value someone else," He looked at Velmoria, and she quickly reacted, placing the fan towards her face."Vel," He said, "What.... Exactly... You know what... I shouldn't be stepping into a conversation, asking what and who's and When's, instead..."He sat beside Valtor and Velmoria, "I'll join the conversation."The aura in the room tensed up, and Valtor knew his eyes were being read at the moment. That to say, he can't stare at Velmoria, in a signal giving manner, neither, NEITHER, can he look towards Blobby's direction.The only thing saving the Divine Blob at this moment, is the Dying-Technique, it harbored. A technique, used to shut down the life energy radiating fr

  • A Twisted Reaction

    Valtor walked towards the door. He had pushed Blobby underneath the bed, so as to make this entire moment to himself and him alone.Well, not to himself alone..But, him and this person who had knocked on the door.He carefully reached for the knob, twisted it and pulled this backwards, getting a face, who he never knew would come to see him ever."You're the Palace Woman, Velmoria?" The Woman shut the fan, her signature attire. She then, tinted her head towards his room, "Can I step in or?..""Oh, Yes," Valtor nodded, allowing her entry, after which, he quickly closed the door shut, then, straight towards his bed...Sitting on the floor, and not on the foam.Velmoria moved around, eyes locking around every object, "... Your room seems descent, Mine is like a ritual pit..."Valtor giggled, "Funny.."She turned back to him, "You were at the Royal Palace the other day—""Are you sure it was me.. or a reflection of something—"Velmoria raised a brow, making Valtor return to him awkward

  • INCOMPETENCE

    The Dining room had gone quiet.No one said a word. The air felt heavy, and the candle flames barely moved. Valtor pressed his lips together, then stood slowly from his seat.“…I’m going to bed. For now. Then I’ll leave,” he muttered.He turned away before anyone could reply.Thalor raised a brow, like he was about to speak, but didn’t.The butler appeared at the doorway, as if he already knew.“Shall I lead you, Young Master?”Valtor gave a short nod. He followed the butler through the dim hallway once more. Same flickers of candlelight. Same weird silence.Back inside the room, he shut the door and leaned against it. The soft 'click,' Echoed louder than it should have.Then the panic hit.His breathing quickened. Fingers trembled. The faces, the stories, the names—all spinning in his head.He backed away from the door, turned, and slid down the wall, hands in his hair."I can't imagine I dine on the same table with The Monarchs... If Master Gap knows of this, I'm dead! I'm seriously

  • INCOMPETENCE

    The Dining room had gone quiet.No one said a word. The air felt heavy, and the candle flames barely moved. Valtor pressed his lips together, then stood slowly from his seat.“…I’m going to bed. For now. Then I’ll leave,” he muttered.He turned away before anyone could reply.Thalor raised a brow, like he was about to speak, but didn’t.The butler appeared at the doorway, as if he already knew.“Shall I lead you, Young Master?”Valtor gave a short nod. He followed the butler through the dim hallway once more. Same flickers of candlelight. Same weird silence.Back inside the room, he shut the door and leaned against it. The soft 'click,' Echoed louder than it should have.Then the panic hit.His breathing quickened. Fingers trembled. The faces, the stories, the names—all spinning in his head.He backed away from the door, turned, and slid down the wall, hands in his hair."I can't imagine I dine on the same table with The Monarchs... If Master Gap knows of this, I'm dead! I'm seriously

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