Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 90
“They were more experienced with this life than I am,” Galamon stated, before pushing up a shelf loaded with rocks in front of an iron door. The thing could not have been light, but he pushed it very casually. With both the enchanted crown from the elven tomb and his vampirism, his raw strength was something to marvel at.
After the battle had finished, the three of them elected to find another place to seek refuge. Argrave thought it might be a bad idea as they might run into more of the vampires, yet Galamon persuaded Argrave when he mentioned some might come seeking the source of the sound. Lightning-based spells were not quiet. They had decided to barricade the doors for the night, leaving room enough only for air.
Certainly, it would be difficult to survive an assault against every vampire within Nodremaid. That said, there was a tenuous balance of power in Nodremaid between the Stonepetal Sentinels, the Guardians, and the vampires. The three were always wary of the other—neither of the two sentient groups would risk such an overt move for what might be a trap by the other.
“You overpowered them pretty easily,” Argrave responded to Galamon, feeling a bit guilty watching the elven vampire do all the work while he sat atop an overturned shelf. The presence of Anneliese, who was reading just beside him, assuaged that feeling somewhat. “Vampires grow in strength when they kill by feeding—they call it drinking the Lifeblood. Considering most of the blood they drink doesn’t come from that, they can’t be exceptionally powerful vampires.”
“Experience isn’t strength,” Galamon shook his head, dusting off his hands against each other. “And vampirism isn’t just a passive state. The beast, the curse within… some vampires suppress it, resist it—like me,” He tapped his chest, the gauntlet ringing out against the metal chest plate. “In return, we receive minimal benefits while largely retaining moral reasoning.”
“Others embrace it,” Galamon stepped forward towards Argrave until he stared down at him. “They court the curse within, unable or unwilling to resist it. They succumb to bloodlust, lose their sense of morality… but in return, they gain the power of the curse.” His gaze turned back to the door. “Back there… They stopped their heartbeat, ceased their breathing, eliminated all trace that they were alive… embraced undeath fully. I have to be more vigilant,” he scolded himself, voice low.
Argrave tilted his head, looking up at Galamon. “How do you do it?”
Galamon removed his helmet, and his matted white hair fell to his shoulders. “Do what?”
“You never sleep. You’re always vigilant, always watching, always ready. You never falter. Despite all that… I never hear you complain,” Argrave said. Anneliese looked up from her book, evidently intrigued by the line of questioning.
Galamon stepped away, turning his head. “…it’s different than what you think.”
“Help me understand,” pressed Argrave.
“I don’t get tired. I don’t get headaches, or aches, or fatigue. I only grow… unsated,” he raised his helmet, looking into the twin sockets. “There is but one need I must monitor.”
Argrave leaned back, resting his elbow against the shelf to support himself. “If you’re trying to turn me, you’re doing a great job selling it.”
quick steps forward. “The curse is not to be trivialized. The vampire’s very existence is a scourge
at the head of Dras’ army, killing tens of thousands of your own kind in warfare,” Anneliese commented, closing her book. “Is that not an utmost display
contribution. Galamon turned his head
misery and death you have a problem with. You united Veiden alongside Dras. You even
different. It was for the greater good,” he said, his
issue with vampirism because
once more, gazing into it. “Aye. I
to seriously reevaluate my own standing on the spectrum
Argrave, slightly shaking his head. “Fear spurs me towards martial perfection.” Galamon hefted the helmet in his hand, and then
a son, remember? Argrave was tempted to
create…” Galamon clenched his hand tight on his helmet. “There are nights when I think of what is behind me… and I think of
He wasn’t sure there was something
abandon me,” Galamon said finally, tone lightening somewhat. “She gave me a path to atonement. Gerechtigkeit. He Who Would Judge the
and he used that to secure victory, placing me in impossible situations time and time again. And now, another fool of the same nature has come along,” Galamon said somewhat bitterly, white-eyed gaze locked on Argrave. “I
shift of the conversation’s
you think I am? Even if all that nonsense about Erlebnis
Argrave’s heart was beating rapidly. Both stared at him, saying nothing. Galamon eventually broke the silence, asking, “At Mateth…
last, if I have my way.” Argrave spread his hands out. “I strung you two along with nonsense, acting like I had the world
spiraled further upwards in the
crossed his arms. “Not six months have passed since I was hired. I am still bound
terms and conditions,” Argrave shook
side and protect you and perform the occasional menial task. The fault lies with me for not inquiring more about who you were and what you
only nodded when no words came up to counter
left your home, your family—terrible though they may be—to go off with someone who
this now,” she shook her head. “We are here, now. What happens after can be settled once we make
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