Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest 2/2

Sat on the icy walls of the towering college. Lucius hummed a soft tune while he inspected his newly forged blade, his lean legs dangling over the chasm of knife like stone that glistened in it's black ice. The before broken edge of the blade filling out into a solid black stream of his own magic, a faint, almost invisible, viridian green pulsing over onto the swords edge.

"Lucius." Serana got the elf's attention, a full smile on her face and arms crossed.

"Hmm." He turned. "You girls took your sweet time." He hopped off the ledge, sheathing his new sword over his shoulder.

"Ah, well..." Serana chuckled. "She may have been arguing over a ripped out page." Her amusement was thick in her voice.

"It was wise of you to keep clear." Came Ciri's tired voice."He's a demon."

"Heh~ The Orc did look brutal the last time." He laughed. "So, did you find anything on the bug worshiper?"

"He came to read some books and left for dragon bridge not too long ago." Serana answered.

"Tsk, we'll we have to walk for a while. I've not been there before." Lucius sighed.

"Portals make you real lazy, huh?" Ciri mocked.

"And you can talk? Your blood is the literal power of lazy?" Lucius bit back. "Let me enjoy my portals." He huffed.

Ciri didn't reply, only pointing to her chest and giving him an extremely dry look.

"She has you there, Lucius..." Serana joined in.

"Eh, whatever." He dismissed while opening a portal. "Dragon bridge should be an hour away from this cave." He said to the women as he walked on through.

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"Hey so..." Serana spoke up into the night sky. The ethereal glow of yellow and orange reflecting on her pale cheeks.

"Yes, what is it?" Lucius calmly replied, the kiss of the fallen leaves crunching under his boot.

"As an Altmer... What's your drinking culture like? As a Nord myself, I love a good mead." Serana asked, an easy smile making its way onto her lips.

"It varies I suppose. Why? I'd have thought you wouldn't be interested." He replied, a small hint of irony in his response.

"Just humour the curious vampire will you? We don't exclusively drink blood y'know." She groaned.

"Aye... Beer, ale, and mead are all fine with me." Lucius nodded. "And as SOMEONE knows all too well, wine is by far my favourite." He said looking at the silent Ciri who walked at his side. The chill night breeze swaying her braided ashy hair behind her.

"You leave it in the cupboard. I'm gonna drink it." She replied in all seriousness with a small smirk playing on her face before looking forward again.

"Yeah yeah." Lucius smiled. "Hmm, I've not had a good brandy in long while..." He hummed. Stopping at cobble path to Dragon Bridge with narrowed eyes.

"What'd you see, Luci." Ciri spoke, noticing his odd movement.

"Ambush." Serana answered. "I can smell the blood from here."

"I can see it... No sign of our priest though." Lucius breathed out as he advanced towards the downed carriage with his sword drawn.

"Not using the new one?" Ciri asked as she drew her own sword, eyeing the sheathes blade that peaked past his shadowy cloak.

"No... The new one has it's own purpose." He idly replied as he knelt down to a vampires corpse and pulled a note from the body. "Forebears holdout is where they took him. A vampire named Malkus is trying to make him a thrall."

"One of my father's men." Serana informed, kneeling down to look at the dead vampire. "Do either of you know where that is?"

"We just walked past it funnily enough." Ciri responded. "It's just over that mound." Ciri pointed to a small crack in the mountain just over 200 feet away.

"Then let's hurry. I don't want them turning him by accident." Serana hastily stood from her crouched position and flew over to the crack in a swarm of bats.

"Uh, most vampires can't do that, right? Or, have we been fighting the stupid ones?" Ciri quizzed Lucius and he followed after the vampiress.

"She's a 'special' vampire, Ciri." He cautiously answered. "But, regarding the ones we've fought... Yes, very stupid." He grinned as they entered the cave. Ciri's short laugh bouncing off the wet stone walls.

"Guys, over here." Serana stood by a stone fence overlooking an old outpost. "There's mostly thralls but there are two vampires by that force field."

"The moth priest?" Lucius asked.

"I'm guessing in the force field." Ciri leaned over the fence.

Lucius lazily made his way to learn next to her as he assessed the area before him. "Do you think I could just wipe them all from here?" He pondered to the two.

"Probably. But, I think it's more appropriate to ask if the barrier will hold." Ciri answered. "Actually... Go for it, I'll grab the old man." She winked after a moment of thought.

"He may attack you thinking you're out to hurt his master, so be careful." Serana warned the green eyed girl.

"Right then." Lucius clasped his hands together as he stood straight. "You'll jump on over, grab the man, and come back. While I kill them all before they can even blink." He simplified. "Good? Good." And finished with a curt nod.

"And what am I suppose to be doing?" Serana asked, thinking herself forgotten.

"You can stand there and keep that scarily alluring stare going." Lucius winked as a blinding flash of green made him flinch before he turned to his next masterpiece. "I'd stand back, Serana." He ushered out, as an grin of childlike excitement played upon his lips.

Black and red fire began to whirl around Lucius's armoured form, building from the mud covered stone he stood on. Rising around him like a winter cloak, settling inside the gem of his newly made blade with the continuous stream of coloured magicka feeding it's hunger.

Lucius noticed the returning flash of green and drew his spell sword in a rapid motion, one where the flat of the blade ran over his mouth, allowing him to twirl into an arcing diagonal slash.

"Brii! Yol-Strun!" He cast.

His ethereal silver locks fell over his stygian shoulder plate as a torrent of flaming death, in the form of a raging cyclone, pulsed throughout the opening of the cave, phasing in and out of reality as it soared. A mirage of coalescing lights of red, black, and green cascaded down from the cave's ceiling as the very oxygen burned away at the spells fleeting presence.

A long scar set itself upon the bleak stone walls of the old keep, as all creatures hidden within slowly withered away, if they were one of the unlucky ones to survive the initial blast of hellfire.

"By the nine." Serana let out a slow breath. "To think I was disappointed in modern magic, haha..." She hollowly chuckled.

"Heh, you should get used to this kinda thing." Ciri spoke up after setting the priest down on the floor.

A loud crack of metal drew the women's attention to an unhappy Lucius inspecting his spell sword.

"Useless scrap." He spat and threw the blade into the carnage below without a second glance. "How's the priest doing, Ciri?" He asked.

"He's under some kind of trance, but he's healthy." She replied." Are you in a bad mood now, Luci~" Ciri grinned.

"Annoying." He crossed his arms with a huff.

"I can deal with the spell they cast on him." Serana offered. "And while I do that, maybe you can help the moody godkiller." She winked at Ciri with a soothing laugh.

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Took a break after moving in. Sue me, I do this for free.

Moving is mentally tiring. Just removing the countless boxes made me want to shoot myself.

Any problems, or nonsensical dialogue, is because of said tiredness. Let me know if you see any please.

Have a good one,

Your "patently evil" Author ;)