Evil Avalon - Volume 1 - Chapter Pr

Prologue

In an instant, all sounds stopped.

Flickering flames illuminated a landscape of soot and rubble.

It’s...raining, I thought.

The rain mixed with the ash and fell in cold, black drops.

And there was pain. That’s what it was, right?

No bother, I thought. A quick spell will get rid of that.

But my restorative magic had no effect. Satanachia’s Stem Cells proved ineffective, and Temporal Traversal didn’t even activate when I tried casting it. Every healing spell in my arsenal had failed to work. What’s going on? There was so much I couldn’t understand, though I certainly knew one thing: something strange was happening to me.

“There’s no use,” a voice called out. “No one can escape the effects of my sword—my Felbinder. Not even you.”

It was a girl’s voice, clear and high-pitched. The voice drew my attention, and I found a beautiful face when I looked down. She was smiling widely, tears beginning to well in her eyes. I thought I recognized her, but I wasn’t sure.

My vision blurred as my consciousness began to fade. She was speaking, but her words didn’t reach me.

An endless stream of blood coursed from my chest, warming my skin as it passed. Ahhh, I thought, realizing the source of my mental fog. The girl’s sword had been plunged deep into my heart.

I racked out a cough, and a globule of blood shot out of my mouth. I then turned to the dark sky above, noting the rain was still relentless. It’s a horrible, cold place.

The girl gently cradled me and whispered in my ears. “Goodbye, my sweet, sweet ■■■”

She must have a heart of gold to shed tears for a guy like me. But how did it come to this? I turned the question over in my dulling mind, using the few remaining moments of consciousness I had left to think.

As she held me in her arms, I recalled the pleasant memories of the time I shared with the people I loved.

Oh, right. That’s where it all began.