Danvon smiled, taking his own plate of hot soup, and he suddenly saw what he dreaded the most, something that was bound to happen. Lights outside the cottage and sounds of stomping excited feet. The village burst into a cry as women were shouting and men groaning. The sounds of swords striking glass and hacking at furniture, of paintings being slashed and of children being stabbed to death. Danvon stood up immediately, his wife and children were already up and about, no one caring about the huge pot of tasty brown soup.
"Latitia, gather the girls and run!" he screamed before running out, his eyes burning with the urge to kill. Latitia didn't need to be told twice, picking up various weapons from odd places, she handed them to the girls, her eyes tearing up. These men were Royall's men and they were not ordinary. Libit soldiers they were called. They had succeeded in killing vampires, witches and even their fellow demons, what more for a little human village like theirs.
Running and running, but it was of no use, Danvon was defeated in the blink of an eye, even though he succeeded in killing most of the soldiers, his body was sent flying and landed right in front of his fleeing family, stopping them in their tracks.
Tears welled up of Latitia's eyes at the sight of her beloved husband laying almost lifeless in front of her. His blood gushed out from different channels cut by the wicked swords of Royall's men. He smiled and with one last look at her, he took his last breath. Latitia fell to her knees, almost forgetting that the girls were beside her, and wept uncontrollably. The girls themselves were already on their knees, weeping quietly before their dead father and praying for his soul.
The soldier whose sword was still plunged into Danvon's heart walked towards them with an ugly smile followed by his surviving group of soldiers.
Pulling the sword out of Danvon's chest, he smirked. "Finally, the 4th sin is dead. How about you, angel? Don't worry, after you die, your pretty daughters will be well taken care of."
Latitia saw the wide-eyed rabble and smelt the stink of sweat and blood.
"You!" she said, her voice contemptuous "Vile dog, I curse you."
"It's Guid. And I am already cursed." Saying this he slit her throat with a corny laugh.
The girls stared at him, too shocked to cry, their eyes filled with hate.
"Guid Blyton. To never forget the name." All the girls murmured at the same time, sending chills to the soldiers.
Zarrina rose to her feet and drew the sign of the cross. Her fingertips touched her forehead, her heart, her left shoulder and the right. She finished with her fingertips touching her lips. "Into thy hands…"
A bright light shone around all the girls and before Guid could raise his sword, they disappeared.
"They left." Guid said, clenching his fist.
"Come on!" one of the soldiers bellowed "Let's look for them. They are only guardian angels, they couldn't have gone far."
"It is of no use, they are not just angels. You should never forget that they are part of a sin. They went far, but we would get them one day."
"Yes commander."