Horny Seal

"Well, that'll show the devil." Bardeelus joked.

He was normal enough to guess something, suicide wasn't the best way to take revenge on something or someone. His joke revolved around that idea, but apparently, common sense wasn't the best tool for this situation.

Audera slit her wrist, but she wasn't dead. Biology itself encouraged that she would die, there was blood all over the place, but it seems as if she had other ideas.

In this well-lit place, as the team felt frozen and confused by Driola's weird acts, their pupils captured what most wouldn't wish to!

Horns, in their most literal definition, appeared out of thin air. They didn't materialize entirely, but rather, their shadow appeared right behind Driola. 

These horns were huge, had a black base-color, and were coated by a layer of red. The red layer looked veiny, and it coated most of these ten-foot tall, curled horns.

There was no denying it, these horns looked pretty demonic. Driola hadn't been likeable before, but this scene tipped the bucket.

"Should've slit her throat when I had the chance," Audera cursed herself, but then, she realised. "I might still have a chance."

Her and the team were stripped of weapons, but Driola brought a dagger here, which she had dropped just moments ago. That dagger could come in handy now to finish the deed. 

Right when she took the first step, however, a familiar and terrifying tone shook the library. "Betrayal… such a recurring human trait, yet, they call me a demon. I invested in your bloodline more than you could ever imagine, child, this broken seal will never escape unpunished, fear my will, and decree!"

Everyone was terrified by this tone, especially since it seemed like it came from those huge horns which hovered behind Driola. Yet, Bardeelus used this terrible moment to think things thoroughly and apply logic, he wasn't as scared in comparison. 

"How is it betrayal, if she's the one dying?" He thought, "This sect is so retarded."

Nevertheless, he sensed the malice and anger which coated this library. The air was dense with sour emotions, but Driola, in her own weird way, managed to prove a point.

"She's abandoning her demon-loving sect," Bardeelus exclaimed, "That's pretty brave, and incredibly stupid. We gotta keep her alive though, so move ladies!"

"Move towards that?" Erdeta asked. 

She was good at following commands, but this idea seemed plain deadly. Both her senses, and magical powers urged her to steer away from danger rather than approach it.

"If this yelling bastard could've killed us, he would've already. There's no science to his methods, he just uses fear to get what he wants." Bardeelus said, as he found the courage to walk towards Driola. 

In many ways, this decision seemed stupid, but apparently he was right. When he was just three feet away from the dying lady, those huge horns suddenly disappeared.

That demonic tone shrunk in volume, and dissipated along with those horns. It whispered, "I'll have your soul someday, pure necromancer. Heed my will, embalm it in your underdeveloped prefrontal cortex, and soul."

"To hell with you," He joked, and grabbed the dagger which Driola dropped. "Get it? Hell? Haha, this guy's a joke, worse than my jokes."

The demon's essence disappeared, and while all three of these ladies looked at each other in shock, Bardeelus got into work. He tore through Driola's robe, as in, the robe's arm section.

He needed some cloth, and he got it within seconds. Afterwards, he tied it around Driola's left wrist. Several loops were enough to prevent any more blood from spilling out, and once he tightened the cloth just slightly, it was enough to save her life. 

"She lost a lot of blood," Bardeelus said, "Pretty unnecessary if you ask me, but she told that lord of hers to fuck off. It's a weird method, but anyway, we need to get some fresh meat in her gut. She needs to eat."

He looked over at the couple of other ladies, and noticed how shocked they still were. Nevertheless, they were submissive enough to follow his commands, so he repeated the plan calmly. 

"Erdeta, we need to start flying. Can you carry us all?" He asked.

"I can, but we'll be slower." Erdeta said.

Bardeelus lifted Driola at that moment, and rolled her around his shoulder. He was dedicated to help, and in a way, had an answer for everything right now.

"It's okay, this little lady will show us the way out. Safest way out, that is. She owes it to us." He said.

They got together afterwards, regardless of how hesitant they were to cooperate. They had to get out of her alive, so regardless of their ideologies, or their raging common sense, it was imperative to be tolerant!

Before they got moving, Driola insisted on grabbing a scroll. It was the only one which was dedicated to the concept of 'pure necromancers', so they needed it. This showed how dedicated Driola was, she wanted to help.

Anyway, two 'cricket leaps' were enough to get them away from trouble afterwards. Erdeta was weighed down, but she was powerful enough to fly all of them around, at an average speed of twenty-kilometers per hour; It was fast enough. 

They saw a couple of stray souls along the way, and hoped that those souls weren't smart enough to follow them around. Thankfully, they were mostly harmless.

After half a minute, Driola used the very last of her power to say. "Take two rights, then go left, afterwards just go up. Get us out of here."

Much like Bardeelus had expected, she fainted afterwards. She might be minutes away from death even, due to all of the blood that she lost. It was a surprise that she made it this far to begin with!

Bardeelus admired her willpower, and therefore insisted. "Okay, you heard her. Well, I did. Two rights, and a left. We gotta get her some food, or else she'll die on us soon."