Meanwhile Draven was fighting Sammael trying desperately to get to me also. His body rolled around and tried to regain control of his own functions as the black ooze was taking over, moving to his front so they were face on. Then Draven seized his opportunity by pounding his fist to the ground making the earth split underneath him once again releasing the tortured hands that reached up to Sammael’s body which Draven had suspended over the gap. The hands found the black soul they had come for and pealed it off Draven like meat from the bone. It was like watching the hands of hungry beasts as their claws dug deep into Draven's body, tearing back out handfuls of Sammael's evil black soul.
“Non Omnis Moriar!” ( Means “I shall not die/ Not all of me will Die”, a phrase expressing the belief that a part of the speaker will survive beyond death In Latin) Sammael's black form shouted out into the night!
“NO, BUT YOUR SOUL WILL ROT IN HELL!” Draven shouted back as there wasn't much left of Sammael's infected soul left to be taken. Then Sammael let out a blood curdling laugh as if there was something Draven was missing.
“My soul may be taken but as for your chosen one, well, we will soon see if the Gods favour her mangled body!” Sammael spat out and I could just make out this last threat as I was still in range to hear. Morgan had stopped pulling me as he had reached his destination...the cliff's edge!
“Afterlife Draven! The boy has served me well...shame Is Reputo Is Has Pennae!” (Means “The boy thinks he has wings” In Latin) Sammael said still laced with laughter in his voice as the rest of his soul was sucked down into the underworld.
“NO!” Draven screamed out as the earth closed over Sammael. Draven reacted by flipping his body into the air and flying over, opposite to where Morgan had me held. He landed making the ground shake but it wasn't enough to cause Morgan to lose his footing as he planned. The knife started to dig further in and I cried out in pain, preventing Draven from risking coming closer.
“Stay there or I will KILL HER!” Morgan screamed after proving his point and Draven held up his hands as if to try and reason with him.
“Ok...Ok just watch the edge!” Draven warned and it was the first time I had seen fear in his eyes.
“You can't have her! She belongs to me and this way we will be together forever!” Morgan cried as his voice shook under the strain.
“You don't want to hurt her, not if you love her!” Draven stated but it was no use against Morgan's infected mind, he was too far gone to ever find his way back to the land of reason.
“YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO, RICHARD!” Morgan screamed with his clouded mind consumed by hate. He wasn't looking at Draven...he was looking at Richard and it wasn't me he was holding in his arms........it was his sister Catherine.
“I'm not going to kill her! I am going to take her away so you can't have her, Sammael gave me a gift and I am going to use it!” He said as he dragged me closer to the edge. I could feel the wind blowing up the side of the canyon. I turned to look down at my rocky grave and felt the fresh tears rise.
“Morgan, listen to me, Sammael lied to you, his plan was for you to kill yourself and take the one thing I love with you! You don't have any powers!” He calmly said as he stepped closer but this made things worse putting Morgan into a boiling rage.
“YOU LIE! He said I was doing God’s work. He said if I let you kill me, that God would bring me back and you would get punished for taking her away from me! Well here I am. And you don't have the powers to enter my mind and stop me!” He ranted on at him making my breathing harder and my heart nearly pounded its way through my chest.
Morgan had one hand held securely around the handle of his blade that he held so close to my throat that my blood trickled down it. His other hand wanted to taunt Draven, who watched as Morgan’s fingers invaded the skin on my body as he fumbled to get down below.