The hell crow screeched a hideous noise, bursting into flames as it struck a tree, barley missing the target. Amaretto screamed in horror as the sparks flew at her.
Damn this forest...
Khamar glared as he ran after Amaretto, blasting any plant life out of his path with bursts of black fire conjured by his diamond. "You can't fun forever..."
Another hell crow was conjured and barely missed Amaretto, bursting into flames like that last. She ran with all the energy she had, trying to get somewhere, anywhere that was away from him. Khamar had been Amaretto 's father when he was alive. Now, all he cared was that she did
nothing to try to bring him back.
Besides... Khamar thought to himself, grinning darkly.
The diamond needs energy, and who’s soul could possibly be more powerful than that of my own offspring?
Amaretto started to head for a clearing near the mountains, running to a house and screaming for help.
No doubt a friend of hers... How selfish of her to throw their lives away like this.
Amaretto ran around the house, nearly collapsing into the front door as she reached it, hitting and kicking the door franticly so someone would hear her, so someone would save her.
"It's no use." Khamar glared as he walked up behind her.
"NO!" she screamed as she ran around the house, reaching a dead end between the house and the yard fence. Amaretto immediately began climbing the fence. She was almost over when she felt cold iron piercing into her back.
"You did NOTHING" Khamar snarled as he twisted the blade. "I left spells, notes, entire books on the art of dark magic, and you didn't even
attempt to bring me back!!" Khamar yelled as he sunk the knife deeper, savoring the sound of Amaretto’s gurgling gasps, blood starting to pool from her mouth. "Now, I owe my soul to a daemon just so I could finish what I started! You and your whore of a mother NEVER appreciated what I am, what I plan to do for this miserable little world!" Khamar yanked the knife from Amaretto’s body, a sinister grin creeping across his face as she fell to the ground limp.
Khamar glanced down at himself, glaring yet again as he looked back to Amaretto. "And was all that running really necessary? Look at what you've done to my outfit! This wasn't cheap, you know... the last thing I needed to do was go running around the forest for half an hour..." Khamar muttered as he kneeled down and gripped Amaretto’s dress, using the fabric to wipe the blood from his knife before putting it away.
Now then...
Khamar stood up slowly. He snapped his fingers, and two hell crows appeared from sparks and smoke. "You know what to do..." Khamar ordered them as he pointed to the corpse. In moments, Khamar and his hell crows turned the murder scene into a sight that he hoped would be described on the next morning’s paper.
I love to read about my work... still, it would have helped if I had more than one body... Khamar thought as he walked away, pulling a small black book from a pocket in his cloak.
Amaretto... he mouthed silently as he wrote the name in the book. The book was filled with the names of his victims. Amaretto shared a page with names including Taylor Ordale, Chris Hunt, and Domnick Lanoor. Khamar grinned at the book a moment before slipping it away. The book like many other possessions had been found among the ruins of his former tower.
Khamar looked to the diamond around his neck. The stone was glowing with an eerie gleam due to its recent feast on the soul of Khamar’s latest victim. A dark smirk crept across his face.
Soon...