Ahead of the Storm - Day 50

Cauldron, Two Months Ago

Watching the last student exit the room, Soulerio took the loose parchments of notes upon his desk and placed them within his spellbook before closing it. Leaving the room and locking it behind him he then began walking down the long corridor. Turning around a corner the professor bumped into someone all too familiar. "You again. What is it this time?!"

Pellegri: "I think our friendship is in trouble and I'm here to solve the problem."

Soulerio: "So your going to leave this plane for good then?"

Pellegri: "Very funny Professor."

Soulerio: "Then what is it. What could you possibly say that would change the way I feel towards you?"

Pellegri: "Professor... I have something of great importance to say so please hear me out. Though we tend to see things differently you and I, I have a confession that I would like to share with you."

Soulerio watched Pellegri as she looked down and began rubbing her lower abdomen slowly and gently. Looking up once more to meet the professor's eyes, her lips parted as she began to speak once more. "Soulerio... I'm pregnant with your child."

Opening his eyes and quickly sitting up from the prone position on his bed, Soulerio's breathing was heavy as his hands felt the damp bed sheets from all the sweat that his body was producing. In the darkness he sat alone in the privacy of his bed chambers, in the magically secured room where no one but the master of the tower or himself could enter. Snapping his fingers the candle upon his night stand besides his bed lit, forcing the darkness and shadows away revealing the room vacant. Suddenly he felt movement as something besides him began to stir. Looking over his shoulder to the other side of his bed eyes wide open in shock, Soulerio watched as Pellegri sat up yawning and stretching. In doing so the sheet that kept her hidden and covered her body fell revealing her slender naked form.

Pellegri: "What is it Professor? Did you have another bad dream?" Reaching out with her hand and touching his, Pellegri smiled and began inching herself closer to her companion.

Tossing the sheets aside and jumping out of bed Soulerio quickly looked over his room and began rubbing the sides of his head. "I... I don't remember how I got here. I especially do not remember giving you permission to enter my chamber." Staring at Pellegri's body whilst he spoke, the sudden realization of what he might have done to that soft skinned and radiant body sunk into his mind making him look elsewhere. "The last thing I can clearly remember was our conversation via sending seven nights past. You were quite irate with me for sending undead to an unknown and defenceless town." (Smiles) "That was the first restful night I had had in quite sometime... you didn't visit me since then." Rubbing his temples once more Soulerio tried to remember the nights leading up to his current situation. "I just can't remember anything after that."

Pellegri: "You cannot remember anything else after that eve?"

Soulerio: "That is what I said, isn't it?!"

Pellegri: "Not the forgiveness speech we said to one another? Not the dinners, walks or talks? Not even the love that we admitted we have for one another?"

Soulerio: "No... no... and NO!"

Pellegri: "What are you saying? Didn't last night mean anything to you! You cannot deny the love that we have for each other, or turn a blind eye to the intimacy that we shared. I've known since day one that you would be the only man for me, and last night was everything that I ever imagined. Thank you for being so gentle."

Outraged by her words and the lack of memory for the past few days, Soulerio clenched his fist and began to cry. Turning his back towards Pellegri, Soulerio made the effort to speak, "Pellegri you must understand that in the past there was perhaps apart of me that saw your young innocence and was attracted to it, but as time went on I knew better and I did begin to resent you for your religious ways. However whatever we might have shared more recently was a mistake, and I will make this very clear..." Turning around once more to face the Palorian, wiping the tears from his eyes, "I utterly and eternally hate you. I would rather be shapechanged into a bug and hung over a candle for eternity... I would rather live my remaining years in the fiery bowls of the nine hells... I would even rather cease to exist then to be in your mere presence! Now BEGONE!"

Pellegri: "You are just confused and do not understand your feelings for me my love."

Soulerio: "Shut Up!"

Pellegri: "Come back to bed, I'm certain you'll forget the whole matter soon enough." Caressing her bosoms and winking to Soulerio, Pellegri began to lay down once more in a more provocative manner.

Unknown voice: "Do it... you know you want to."

Soulerio grabbing his hair in frustration and angered by all that had transpired leaned over to his night table and picked up his bloody dagger that he left on its wooden surface. Jumping onto the bed he lunged forwards thrusting the dagger with all his force into the chest of the naked Palorian. "Die you bitch and may your soul rot in the nine hells!" Twisting the blade sharply Pellegri could do nothing but gasp and gag as she spat up blood and exhaled her last remaining breathe. Slowly removing himself from the bed Soulerio though shaken walked over to the basin in the corner of the room filled with cold water. Splashing the water upon his face and rinsing the blood off his hands the professor's lips parted to produce a smile.

Unknown voice: "As I told you before... it must be done."

Turning around in attempt to find the source of the voice, Soulerio instantly took notice that Pellegri's dead body was no longer on his bed. Rushing up to its side and staring at the sheets, Soulerio was confused as to why there was no body or blood upon them.