Family Business 48

Family Business
Chapter 48

-VB-

Viego could sense a part of her.

After he took the mirror from the Sentinels, he just needed a bit more of her to fully realize her.

He’d just entered the city on his way towards the shard of his beloved when these two ambushed him.

He was so close…!

“An ignoble commoner like you should just go and die!” he roared as he struck out with his blade, but the shabbily dressed and dark skinned sailor ducked under his strike and attacked him again with a bone skewer of all things. Did he not know he was fighting a king, never mind the personification of the Mist?!

“DIE, TRAITOR!”

And on top of that, he spewed ridiculous words!

Unfortunately for Viego, this ripper kept him too occupied for him to do anything about the other dark-skinned man. The one who’s been against him from the start. The one keeping him from his beloved!

Viego side stepped another blast of light that came for him, and glared at “Lucian.”

He was going to die painfully when he got his hands on him!

Viego whirled around and struck.

Was it so wrong to have live a life that never got started? It wasn’t his queen’s fault that she died so young. They had a whole life in front of them!

They had so much to live for!

His love was not worth less than the world. She deserved it all!

The whale jawbone carrying bone-skewer loving gobshite in front of him dared to parry his strike! And then he was gone, leaving behind a watery afterimage.

“What-?!”

And then the image phased through him before he could react, and Viego nearly screamed out in pain.

Tricks! Magic! Cur who can’t even fight a king with a sword!

He whirled around with fire in his eyes, but before he could strike at the cur, he screamed as pain blossomed on his back multiple times. He staggered forward as more pain exploded.

“rrrRRAAAAWWWRR!!” he roared as he swung, missing the bone skwer cur but coming back to face the Sentinel. “YOU!”

And then he jumped forward with his blade pulled back and pointed forward for a stab.

“GAH!” he shouted in pain and looked over his shoulder as he stumbled forward, only covering half of the distance between him and Lucian. He saw … the cur had thrown his skewer and stabbed him!

And then pulled.

Vertigo set in abruptly as he flung backward away from Lucian and back towards the cur.

“I am not cur, traitor!” Pyke hissed as he dashed forward under Viego while he was in the air, leaving behind another watery afterimage. “I am the mate whose lifeline you cut! I. AM. PYKE!”

And then the afterimage phased through Viego after he landed, leaving him to scream even more in pain.

Viego struggled to get up, pushing against the ground with his pale white hands.

There was a crunch, and Viego snapped his head up to look at the cur, who’d jumped into the air.

Then he felt magic underneath him. He looked down and saw a giant red cross underneath him.

“Death!”

Virgo growled as he pulled at his own magic and concentrated it into his free hand as he got back up.

“FROM!”

And just as the undead ripper came down on him skewer first, he lashed out.

“BELOW!”

Their two magics met and exploded.

-VB-

Senna stopped shooting as the ghouls around them began to disintegrate on their own.

“What’s happening?” Diana asked them all.

“I don’t know, but it looks like my man and Pyke beat Viego,” she replied back with a grin.

“Mah, that’s done, then? No more Black Mist and the Harrowing?” Yasuo asked from her left, ichor covering him from top of the head to his Ionian sandals.

Olaf grunted. “Stop complaining. We just had a fun time beating the shit out of ghosts. They got double beatdown, one in life and one in death. Who else can claim to do that?” he asked, grinning like a lunatic.

‘Because he is a bloodlusting lunatic,’ Senna told herself mentally before looking up. Indeed, the mist was disappearing on its own. “Let’s go find Lucian and Pyke. They might need our help.”

All six of them - Ada, Dess, Senna herself, Diana, Yasuo, and Olaf - quickly hefted their weapons and quickly sped deeper into the city and towards the mountain.

Hopefully, Lucian and Pyke wasn’t all the way up the mountain and she would reach them before they were beyond help.

“So… Why is this dead king after you, laddie?” Olaf asked her as they all ran together.

“I died once,” she replied. “But I got better and getting better involved a lot of souls pulling out at once. I got a shard of the dead queen’s soul.”

“Hmm,” Yasuo muttered. “The wind does bring a breeze, though not all of it good. Like when you fart, Olaf.”

“HAHAHA!” Olaf laughed at the swordman’s disgruntled frown. “It ain’t my fault you were downwind from me!”

Senna shook her head in exasperation.

“Senna!”

She looked to her left, and saw Gwen running alongside now with Roman, Vayne, and Miss Fortune by her side.

“Gwen-!”

“Where are we going?! It’s so fun running alongside everyone!” she giggled.

Senna felt her heart squeeze at how sweet Gwen was. It was hard to believe that she used to be a doll.

“We’re going to find Lucian and Pyke. I think they stopped the Ruined King from rampaging inside the city.”

Gwen gasped. “Then we should quickly go and get them!”

And they did. They found Pyke grumbling on the ground, piecing together his bone skewer together that somehow repaired itself with each piece he put back on it, and Lucian was off to the side…

Senna nearly barked out a laugh.

“What happened to your hair?!” Olaf laughed.

Lucian grimaced with small afro on top of his head. “Pyke over there made a magic explosion. Somehow.”

He was alright.

Senna allowed herself to relax.

“So is he … dead?” Vayne asked as she looked around. “I don’t exactly see a body.”

“No,” Pyke growled. “He got away.”

Lucian sighed. “I have reasons to believe he may be heading back to the Shadow Isles,” he said tiredly as he turned to Pyke.

Pyke just grumbled. “The List says so.”

The List was … Pyke’s kill list. His list of traitors in life.

“At least you have a heading,” Miss Fortune huffed, her huff tossing a lock of her red hair off of her face. “Now, get off my island. I’ve had it with you all.”