Throne of the Grand Magus: The beginning

Damien noticed that Neel was getting weaker with each lightning bolt he sent out yet he could do nothing to take advantage of this. The lightning he was being hit with, although being greatly reduced my his equipment dealt him a huge blow. And to make matters worse he was stunned with each strike so he couldn't move even if he wanted to.

With every strike Neel sent out the damage to his body became more and more apparent. His once majestic scales were scorched, his wings could barely keep him aflight. The blood running out of his nose became a flowing river and his body was twitching vigorously . Neel was running on fumes, he knew that if he didn't end this fast he would lose both his life and that of his family.

Damien looked around trying to find a way to escape his predicament. "Although he can't control fire or air magic that doesn't matter. At this rate this fight will be over before he finds the need t-" that's when an idea popped up into Damien's head. Although no mage could use air magic he had forgotten that the sword could still control the air with its air mastery.

He used what little focus he could muster to use the sword to create a current to push the clouds away. Although Damien was a 5 star mage as well it still required all of his strength to focus on the spell. Neel was too focused on staying conscious to realised what was going on before it was too late. The number of clouds in vicinity had halved and so did the frequency of the lightning bolts being shot at Damien.

Neel's body was at it's limit. He couldn't keep taking on the lightning bolts that struck him. With one final strike he collapsed and began free falling to the ground. However that strike managed to completely damage Damien's gear and with it went his ability to fly as well. Both of them were free falling to their doom however with one major difference, Damien was conscious and so was still capable of utilising air magic to decrease his speed.

As they were falling to lower altitudes Damien's descent slowed down slightly as he used his remaining strength to create a counter air current. However even that would barely be enough for him to survive the fall. As he fell through the sky he stared to the clouds. "I slayed the dragon prince. Although it was not by my hand directly I will still get full credit for this. I can already see myself as a Cardinal." thought Damien wishfully as he fell through a cluster of clouds.

"Stay safe Lilly. Take care of the kids but don't protect them too much. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met and if I had a choice I would marry you in every life. I love you Ava, Luca and take care Arya. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you all the stories my father told me. Father have you been watching? You're son is coming home." thought Neel as he opened his eyes a single tear falling out of it rushing towards the ground. He used every ounce of strength left in his body, even pushing beyond his limits to stretch out both his hands. One hand pointed at Damien who was a few metres above him and another at a cluster of clouds. *Zap* A humungous lightning bolt shot from the cluster of clouds entering Neel's body from the one hand and shooting out the other end striking Damien. It happened at the speed of light, both men lost their life.

As their lifeless bodied plummeted to the ground both men's faces looked at peace. Neel had no regrets about what he had done and Damien died thinking he was already a Cardinal. As Neel's tear touched the ground it began raining it seemed as if Merrum wept for the death of two of her kids. For years it hadn't rained near Draquerth which also added to its poverty since agriculture was non-existent in Merrum. This was truly a sight to behold, too bad that there were no citizens left to see it. In the church's eradication of the vampires in Draquerth all of the citizen's had been killed due to suspicion. Those that remained were only two vampires and a good portion of the inquisition.

Although the vampires were greatly outnumbered they had still managed to mow down the highly trained inquisition force's numbers. As Lillith and Sebastian stared at the two human's in front of them they couldn't help but think about what could've been. What if they had left sooner and hadn't gotten greedy? What if they remained in Nightingale, the vampire city? However none of that mattered anymore.

One of the two women in front of them, a woman with red hair shot out a massive pillar of fire from her hand. Turning the gravely injured Lillith's arm into vapour. Although vampires had regenerative abilities on par with a dragonborn's they needed blood to sustain it. And they had been fighting against the inquisition for hours. Although the vampires were stronger than the two women in front of them they were also outmatched in terms of gear. The inquisition force wore anti-vampire gear. Gear specially designed for hunting vampires. Their suits although thin were covered with divine symbols. And with the blessing of Cardinal Apollo all their weapons were coated with a thin layer of divine magic greatly weakening the vampires with every cut.

"Fiona don't you dare touch any of my prey." said Katz as she shot another fire pillar at the two vampires burning the side of the male vampire. She took out a potion and chugged it throwing away the bottle to continue her onslaught.

"You know I don't think it's healthy to take so many rejuvenation potions. And also I don't think the higher ups will be too happy when they hear that you stalled the eradication of vampires because of a petty grudge." argued Fiona feigning to care but actually enjoying the show. If it was up to her she would love to see Katz batter herself up more in the name of vengeance.

"It's not petty! Although the church is the only family I now need I will never forget how they tortured my parents as they sucked the vitality out of their screaming bodies." said Katz as she dodged one of the female vampires sluggish attacks that now seemed to be moving in slow motion to Katz.

"Did somebody say torture?" thought Fiona as she got excited at the thought of torturing some of the survivors. As Fiona looked around she could see that the city was in complete shambles. Not a single building was left standing, the only sound that could be heard was that from the fight between Katz and the two vampires. Seeing that it was highly unlikely that there were any survivors Fiona felt a bit disappointed.

"I thought it didn't rain in Draquerth. Oh well might as well add a bit of spice to make this gloomier than it already is.." though Fiona as it began raining.