Chapter (47): Subdue affliction

"Gods!" Natasha blurted. Wilmore was right about this family, they are unlike the others she met before. The girl was fighting as a goddess! She just flew up the branches like a wraith. She was born as a warrior but if it was so! Then how come she didn't recognize the devil? What was this girl? Who is this family?

Elizabeth jumped on the imp's back, the creature scrubbed its back to the large trees that those nude sharp branches tore Elizabeth's shirt. The hood moved back and her hair danced back. She tightened her grip, brushing the shiver down, she dove the silver dagger into the devil's head.

The Imp stopped right away, had gone motionless and fell, Elizabeth's eyes returned to its chocolate brown color and she found herself on the Imp's back.

"What the hell did I do?" She mumbled. It was like a ghost snatched the control of her body, her brain, and her heart from her. How could she subdue affliction and fight like this, while her hand was trembling just two minutes ago!

The imp stroke to the ground, its body massively dragged along with the snow, plowing the snow and the damp volatile soil underneath. They splashed around and covered the sight. Ryan roamed further to find Elizabeth.

"Ell? Where are you?"

She shouted as a reply from above and the branch above Ryan's head rustled! Elizabeth fell as her cloak dangled her feet. She wrapped herself up and heaved on her legs, meeting Ryan's terrified and panicked face.

Her cousin moved forward and hugged her, Elizabeth blinked multiple times. Was he the person who used to menace her? He wanted to feed the wolves with her flesh.

"You are alive, it sounds you are a real monkey!" Ryan said under his breath.

She pushed him back, "I am fine! But you were knocked down so early."

Ryan swallowed, his head turned and his eyes caught the creature that was the size of a brown eagle.

"Really?" He muttered.

Natasha slowly approached them. Her hands were shivering, she grabbed Elizabeth's arm and dragged her to a tree severely, making Ryan frown.

"What are you?"

She felt a cold dagger on her throat that sat from behind.

"Let go of her before I let it kiss you."

Ryan took Natasha from behind. She sighed, going too far was not her way but she didn't want to think that the James family had a faerie in their family. She did want to hear that nor realize it, Unless, she had to report everything. This one wasn't something she could simply skip.

But! If she was a faerie, Wilmore could sense her scent. She released Elizabeth and put her hands up.

Ryan let her go with a yank.

"You better don't mess with my family! That's the limit. We are humans like you."

Ryan noted, pointing to the imp said, "what is that? Shouldn't you be the guardians of Velator? Do you just care about Bolingtone?"

He snapped.

He was right! Why was she showing a rigorous reaction toward the girl? She was Lord James' niece. It seemed her power and nimble moves were as sharp as her tongue. A well-tutored kid. Why was she startled that someone has found a way to surpass the knights' skills?

The sparks in her eyes twitched and fixed on the imp. An imp was in their land, in Velator.

Elizabeth steadied her shoulder. She didn't know what just happened, all she knew was that she was scared and the rest wasn't something weird except one thing, she could see in the dark clearly. Ell stopped overthinking as she had a plan on her way. She spoke no word to cease the tension down. They were after the cure and couldn't kill each other there.

"Due to the reports, no imp was seen in the entire country. I don't know which hell it came from."

She declared.

"Cut its head." Elizabeth blurted, she could overcome her subdued affliction, again, they needed proof.

Ryan raised his left eyebrow, looking at her in astonishment. She was cruel, no doubt but what the hell was this idea? Carrying the imp's head all over they were traveling just could bring terror.

"She is right, we need a clue to prove our words. Besides, I think the Queen must take this remarkably."

Confirmed Natasha and went in front of Elizabeth, extending her gloved hand out for a handshake, "I am Natasha Bolingtone, the Queen's second cousin. You are brave Lady Elizabeth."

Ryan clenched his fist, so they were relatives, already it was weird that a girl was in knights troop so she had the Nobel blood of theirs.

Elizabeth felt her brain that was screaming out of eagerness, she put her hand out and Natasha's eyes moved on the dagger that was knitted on Elizabeth's glove. She smiled, she underestimated her, this sign could say that she loved army types of equipment.

"Thank you, and you know me, now."

"You could be a good knight, can you cut the head?"

Elizabeth jerked at the lance, "I... I am not a butcher!" She snatched her eyes off hers and ordered Ryan, "can you bring me, my dagger?"

Ryan growled but he had no other choice.

"Give me a sack, knight girl." He said coldly.

Natasha strode to her black horse while peeking at the other two horses that were still there. She thought they might run but as she discerned in this family even the animals were heroic and devoted; interesting!

There was a sack in her bag, that she used to keep for the essential situation and now it was the one, the oddest one.

As she took back the bag, Ryan was done and tossed the dark crimson head into the sack.

"Keep it among the snow." Elizabeth surged forth and picked a full fist of snow and poured it inside the sack, making sure the head would reach the queen before being demolished. She still felt her heart trembling. She did her first kill.

Ryan handed Elizabeth, her dagger. It stole Natasha's clue and extended her hand.

"May I see it? Did you kill the imp with this?"

She asked and Elizabeth nodded, giving her the dagger that was already cleared by Ryan.

"My uncle made it for three of us, we call them Griffin tamers."

Natasha nodded and gave it back to her. She understood what she wanted. Wilmore was right to become curious, that rascal monster had reasons to step in that house. He wanted to scan them all from closed eyes, if not he would not bother to go with his own ass.