Eternally Evil - Brothers' Battle II

The second part of "Brothers' Battle." An installment of the "Eternally Evil" series.

"It's time for you to pay for your crimes, Fyrethil!"

Pyth's voice echoed all throughout the chamber that he and his older brother had been fighting upon.  They were smack dab in the middle of Krethke, the phoenician homelands.

Pyth had cornered Fyre inside the sacred temple in the center of their blasted homelands.

"You soul broke one of your own family, and you no longer have any respect for those of us were lost.  Namely, our parents.  I know that mother was resurrected to evil, but why must YOU succumb to it?"

"I succumb...because I choose to."

Pyth was not expecting Fyre to answer him so soon, he was also not expecting the giant fireball that exploded just in front of him, launching him backward into a wall.  He impacted hard, leaving a huge indentatino where his body had hit.  With great force, he hit the ground just as hard as he'd hit the wall.

Damn it...I did NOT see that coming...I need to be more---

His thought was interrupted by a rain of flameing debris as the ceiling exploded over his head.  A large piece hit him, pinning him to the ground.  A loud scream of pain emitted from his throat, sounding more like a gurgle than anything else.

Slowly, Fyre approached his pinned brother, looking down at him, his long black hair covering one of his eyes.  Blood ran from behind his hair and leaked from his armor, covering his arms.

"You were unwise to challenge me like this.  Do you WANT to be soul broken?  Do you WANT to join our brother in the heavens?"

"N-no!  I want to stop you!"

Fyre only threw his head back and laughed.  "You won't stop me, you're not strong enough to take me down!"

Something boiled inside of Pyth's guts and in a surge of energy, the piece of debris that had him pinned to the floor erupted in flames and the next thing Fyre knew, he was against the wall twenty feet the opposite direction.

There was no shock at all, he simply laughed and slowly stood up, blocking a slash from Pyth that came out of nowhere.  "That's much better, you're finally unlocking your strength.  It took you long enough...Shefra'che theleva!

Pyth's eyes widened at the obscene terms that came from Fyre's mouth and began to slash at him more.  Each slash was delicately blocked and finally returned.

Unlike Fyre, Pyth was not so lucky and took every counter-attack full on.  Once Fyre's attack was finished, Pyth stood there for a moment, in shock and overwhemling pain.  After a few seconds, he finally fell over on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

Fyre had placed six slashes with precision accuracy.  Two in the chest, two in the neck, and two in the stomach region.  Pyth now lay on the ground, a puddle of blood forming quickly underneath his body.

"You should not have come here, Pyth.  I will not soul break you today...though I remain evil, I still have mercy...for family anyway."

Without another word, Fyre turned and disappeared from the chamber and the temple altogether, leaving Pyth to die on the floor.