Thursday, September 06, 2007
Chapter LXII"At least we set up an anti-magic barrier on the dumb idiot so he can't fight back to whatever Virgil is going to-"
Tien said, when he stopped suddenly and threw out blood.
"
Tien!" Shadow quickly held
Tien who went limp,
unconcious.
Tien awoken hours later, his body at its limits. Virgil and Shadow sat beside his bed, along with
Jing,
Qing and Den. Their expressions worried, and sullen.
"Hey, why the face?"
Tien said weakly, breaking into a smile. "I did many things before my death right?" Turning to his brothers, he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his irises had turned a fluid shimmering colour of sliver and royal blue.
"I have created one of the most powerful secret society, defeated a notorious demon, found three disciples to carry on my skills. I have no more regrets, other than wanting to kill that big demon myself." Tien said, his voice weaking every passing moment. "This sickness may be said to be a curse, but i say it isn't. It made me stronger, more powerful for the time i am alive, and for that, i am grateful. My powers are diminishing, i can't carry on much longer. Godspeed." Tien ended with a chuckle before his eyes reverted back to their original colour. After a few minutes, they became glassy and unfocused.
The funeral was attended by all the ANGELS, his tombstone in the centre of their headquarters. His plague read,
Tien
Founder of ANGELS
Son of Saint
Brother of Virgil
Brother of Shadow
His name shall now take over this nameless fortress
and be truely remembered by us all
xo/-
9:17 AM
the tranquility ;