Page 123 of Architecti
We manage to catch up to the supposed students as their hands claw and pull at the gates.
“Stop there, motherfuckers.”I say and run my scythe along the iron railing, sending sparks flying.
Reap her.Reap her.Reap her.
That voice, all whispers and shouts, slithers into my mind.It forces pressure through my brain.I buckle under the weight of it, clutching my temples as a searing pain makes my vision white out.
Not now, motherfucker.I force the campus out of my head and wipe the sweat away from my brow.
“Don’t hurt us,” the man says.He’s wearing Finis uniform, something most students are not doing tonight, which is one reason they stood out.But now I’m close, I can see the Societas emblem emblazoned in ink on the underside of his wrist.
“We were told to do it,” the woman with him says.
But what concerns me is that both of their eyes keep skittering to Lucy.Bastien scruffs the man.
“You better start talking,” I say and slide the scythe under his neck.
“Please,” the woman begs.
“Talk.Before I lose my patience,” I snap.
“I’d tell her something useful—I’ve seen her pissed off,” Lex adds.
“The Societas sent us,” she says.
“Something I don’t already know,” I say and slide my scythe to the man’s wrist, forcing it to flip over to display his tattoo.
Motherfucker.
“Talk,” I demand.
He stays silent.So, I slip the scythe to his pinkie and flick my wrist, severing the digit from his hand.He shrieks, dropping to his knees as blood streams from the open wound.
“Stop!I’ll tell you,” the woman says.“There’s a theory within the Society.”
“Speak faster,” Bastien says, gripping him tighter as I slide the scythe under his index finger.
“Th—they think that Lucy is the key to resurrecting Architecti,” the woman stumbles over her words as she tries to get their story out fast enough.
“Why?What the hell has it got to do with Lucy?”Lex interrupts.
“We’re not high ranking enough to know,” the man pants, looking rather grey.
My eyes fall to Lucy.She’s pale, her eyes skittish as she takes it all in.But the woman glances from Lucy to the man.
I move the scythe to her throat.She wasn’t expecting it, she expected me to keep the violence to the man.What she failed to comprehend is that I’d burn Finis to the ground if it meant Lucy stayed safe.The woman stumbles against the gates.
“P—Please,” she begs.
I snarl.“You should know, I love it when a woman begs.”I bring the blade up to the crease in her neck.“And I am really good with a scythe, so talk before I get bored and do something you regret.”
“Okay, okay, okay.I don’t know exactly.But I heard the elders talking about something Ignatius did to her.That’s all I know, I swear.”
“That’s too bad,” I say and push the scythe through her throat and sever her soul.
“Midnight,” Lex gasps.
“NO,” the man screams, but I’m already shoving Bastien out the way and plunging the blade through the man’s spine.
