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He managed to wound her shoulder and side, absorbing some of her blood and healing himself slightly and then using the Vampiric Step and teleporting in front of the witch of abominations who was about to strike him while Luz managed to free herself from the vampiric grip .
Amity produced a magic circle, attempting to trap Malakia in an abominable sphere.
Unfortunately for her, the vampire dodged the spell with extreme ease and then launched an attack towards her with Bloodsong enhanced with Booming Blade.
The blade cut into her, flooding her with necrotic energy as her blood healed the vampire again.
Malakia grinned at the sound of the witch's screams of pain.
Merren darted towards the vampire, striking him with two deadly slashes imbued with radiant energy thanks to the blessing of the Lord of Owls.
Immediately afterwards he felt the magical energy flow into him thanks to the properties of the sword, giving him such quickness of hand that allowed him to cast a quick spell, shooting three beams of Eldritch Blast at him and finally an Inspire Dread while the vampiric cloud did not affect him in the slightest. as the...
Malakia raised the Shield spell, trying to protect himself from one of the slashes but the bard casted True Strike, penetrating a vulnerable spot.
The barrage of blows somewhat injured the vampire who counterattacked with a blow from Bloodsong and Booming Blade, not aimed at the bard however but at Amity.
The blow was so powerful that it made the witch scream at the top of her lungs, breaking the witch's concentration and causing her to return to her original form.
"Amity!" Luz shouted, terribly worried.
Freya narrowed her eyes, pointing her halberd at the vampire.
"That gesture of yours will not go unpunished!", shouted the paladin, flying towards the count and repeatedly hitting the barrier, managing to break it with the knob. she smashes his face with a Divine Smite.
Malakia reeled, spitting blood.
"You know what... I think I'll focus on you now!", he exclaimed, starting to strike her repeatedly with his sword imbued with green flames.
The blade wounded her in the abdomen, shoulder, side and chest, scarlet blood was absorbed by the blade, slowly healing it under the young paladin's screams of pain.
"Freya! No!", Luz shouted and then pointed her bow at Malakia and inscribing a glyph of light shot it.
The arrow hit him in the shoulder, wounding him quite a bit and exploding with radiant energy.
Amity on the other hand teleported as far away from the battle as possible, rematerializing in an abominable vortex at the entrance to the chapel.
Merren instead proceeded to heal Freya with Healing Word immediately after parrying a slash from Malakia and suffering a lunge.
The half-elf hit him with two slashes and three beams of Eldritch Blast, unfortunately only one of them penetrated the shield raised by the vampire.
Freya greedily drank the potion she had conserved, healing her wounds and proceeding to devastate the vampire with two slashes of her halberd soaked in Divine Smite.
With a devastating blow to his shoulder and side, Malakia was stunned, his strength faded and little by little he felt death embrace him.
Narrowing his eyes, he expanded his vampiric cloud so that it tossed Merren and Freya, escaping their weapons and flying towards the cathedral's stained glass windows, breaking one.
"This will not be the end of me! I will come back stronger than before! And this time I will not spare every single man in hunting you down!"
Taking a deep breath, Luz inscribed a final glyph of light into her arrow and nocking it into her bow, she spoke the oath once more.
"Swift death...", her heart pounded in her chest.
"To you ...", she concentrated, putting her whole heart into that shot.
"Who have wronged me!"
In an instant, the arrow zoomed rapidly into the chapel, reaching the fleeing vampire.
Malakia's eyes were fixed on the moon, scarlet and magnificent.
For a brief moment he thought he could reach it, a brief fleeting moment.
That moment, however, became a cold realization as as if time had slowed, he saw the young human witch's arrow penetrate his own armor, making its way into the undead heart as the light of the glyph inscribed in the tip shone.
For a brief moment, Malakia saw his entire life pass before him and in that moment, for a second he graced his sight with an old friend, now a lethal enemy to his entire being.
With a scream he saw the excruciating heat of a miniature sun explode directly in his face, burning his body to nothing but ash.
A dead silence soon erupted in the chapel as Luz took a deep breath, watching the warm light of her glyph illuminate the night.
"Like I said once... eat this sucka"
An exhausted smile painted Amity's face as she collapsed into the ground, pale and bleeding.
Freya immediately rushed to her, healing her with Lay on Hands.
Overall the fight had gone very well, Luz and Merren had escaped with some superficial wounds unlike Amity and Freya who were the most downed by their injuries.
With a heavy sigh Merren landed next to Luz, eyeing the remains of Malakia.
"You know... this is definitely the most amazing kill I've ever seen," commented the half-elf.
"Yeah, that was pretty cool-woah! Look at yourself! You're so dope!", Luz exclaimed, now getting a better look at the bard's Otherworldly Form.
"Well yes, I would say that the wings, the otherworldly barrier and the immunity to positive and negative energies and charm are quite a lot - and it's over, figures...", exclaimed the half-elf with a tone of disappointment at feeling the power vanish from his body, returning to normal.
"Ouch, do you think it will come back?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Eh, I think it's a once a day thing so I guess so," the other said, shaking his shoulders a little.
Immediately afterwards the human witch turned her gaze to the back of the chapel, seeing a pale and wounded Amity being treated by an equally wounded Freya.
"Oh for the Titan! Amity! Are you okay!?", she asked, rushing to her side.
The witch of abominations smiled reassuringly, caressing her cheek.
"Don't worry, Freya is fixing me," she said tiredly.
"That leech literally drained us of our blood," Freya commented and then felt the comfortable sensation provided by the Healing Word spell.
"Oof, thanks," the paladin murmured, giving the bard a smile that was returned.
After healing themselves and taking a moment to breathe they looked around, witnessing what remained of the vampire den.
"What a waste, Malakia was willing to sacrifice his men to make us pay," commented the paladin with a sigh.
"Yeah, that says a lot about his conduct as a ruler," Luz murmured, shaking her head.
"It matters little now, we can leave, we have done our job and the steppe is safe... at least for the next century", commented Merren, crossing his arms and then turning and walking towards the doors.
"Don't you want to plunder their remains?", Amity asked with a smile, coming alongside him.
The half-elf shrugged.
"Nah, my greed is satisfied for now"
"Ohoh, that's weird," Luz giggled, walking away.
The bard snorted, shaking his head.
The group left the chapel, leaving the fatigue of the battle behind them and under the light of the Blood Moon, they returned home, earning a night of well-deserved rest.
(Two weeks later)
Sounds of flutes, drums and songs cheered the circle, decorated in celebration for the end of the Blood Moon and the beginning of the harvest season.
In the center of the village, decorations of flowers, garlands and falling petals decorated the square where the festival was being held.
The inhabitants were happy, they were celebrating life, the one they had and the one their loved ones had given so they could continue to live.
Amid tables filled with food and music, Amity and Luz danced among the people, their heads decorated with flower garlands and serene smiles on their faces.
Not far away, Merren was enjoying a mug of cider while the figure of Freya kept him company, dressed in a comfortable yellow sleeveless summer dress with a crown of flowers on her head.
"Are you having fun?" she asked with a sweet smile.
"Very, your people know how to have a good time," the bard chuckled.
"Yes, every time in this period we celebrate the start of the harvest and considering that the Blood Moon is over we have even more to celebrate," she commented, showing a sad smile.
Merren showed a sympathetic frown before placing a kiss on her head and rubbing her back.
"Hey, don't let your mind drift into dark memories, it's time to celebrate," he said with a comforting smile, which the paladin returned.
"True, you're right," she nodded.
Luz and Amity sat down next to them with a tired huff.
"Oof guys, this party is fun, I must have eaten like.. five different types of tarts," Luz commented with a satisfied smile.
"Not to mention the atmosphere, it's very pleasant," Amity said, smiling back at her.
"I'm glad you're having fun, after all you deserve a little joy too after what you've been through," Freya said.
The young bard handed them all a mug.
"I want to propose a toast," he said, raising his mug.
"To us! Heroes of the Golic Steppe! Brave vampire hunters! May our deeds be remembered for the next hundred years... until another group of idiots take advantage of the Blood Moon and are stopped by another group of intrepid fools like us!", he exclaimed, eliciting a light laugh from the rest of the group.
As Luz took a sip from her mug, her gaze caught sight of a familiar figure far away from the crowd.
A blue-robed, raven-haired man with distinct eyes the color of ice.
Suddenly the witch stopped, motioning for Amity to look in the direction she was looking.
Immediately a serious look painted the faces of the two who stood up under the perplexed gaze of the bard and the paladin.
"What? Any problems?" Merren asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Zarwid, he's here," Amity said, peering over the crowd.
Obviously this surprised the half-elf and the young aasimar quite a bit.
"Are you serious!?" Freya asked, amazed.
The two witches gave them an affirmative nod and then set off towards the point where they had seen the appearance of the divinity, followed by the two adventurers.
They reached a secluded place in the village where Zarwid was waiting for them.
The latter gave them a nod while Merren and Freya looked at him quizzically.
"Is that Zarwid? I would have expected someone more... divine," the bard murmured.
"Maybe because you're used to supernatural beings three meters tall?" Freya replied, shrugging.
The God of Magic eyed Luz and Amity, both with curious and a little impatient looks.
"The Blood Moon has ended and with it its influence, you can return to your world now," he commented in a calm tone.
Melancholic looks painted the faces of the two witches.
"Oh... I guess this is goodbye then," Amity murmured, looking down.
"Do we have to leave right now?" Luz asked, somewhat sad.
"I'm afraid so, your extended stay is risky, you have witnessed first hand what dangers Arvan can hold," Zarwid replied, folding his hands behind his back.