Impetuously, Lutiel rolled away from the sword''s trajectory, feeling the faint chunks of marble hit against his hair. Rapidly, he raised his body up, scouring the eyes around to witness the surroundings. Once again, like a rampant beast, the slave was already moving at him, to which Lutiel could only grit his teeth away before evading to the side.
Still, when he did, as though the slave had been deliberately hiding his skills with the cold steel, the sword fell before flying to the side, nicking onto the man’s thigh. A warm liquid immediately escaped through the ripped attire.
Although gritting his teeth harder than ever, he continued the run. But, of course, the slave wouldn’t let him off so freely. Following the man with succinct steps, he began to descend his sword at him for yet another time.
Though, having focused upon the strike, the demon failed to witness the clarity around Lutiel’s eyes. With a swift, vim step to the side the moment his sword came ever closer, the human placed his right foot firmly around the marble, promptly raising the left leg before shrouding Hasye’s vision with the glossy surface of his boot.
Raising his left leg up, he immediately brought it back down, kicking at the gloved hands. The sword fell away to the floor whilst Lutiel already moved his right foot, knocking the sleek blade away into the distance.
Stopping a few tens of steps away, right before the legs of the guests, Hasye had already stepped away from him, raising his fists up at the situation. The shorter slave following in his actions, the two stared down the other, circling around themselves patiently before both came closer to their respective weapons.
Once again, Lutiel took on a stance with his spear, the demonic slave did the same, however, his back stood erect, with both of his hands gripping the hilt of the cold blade.
They stood still against the passage of time, their breaths exposing themselves upon the immured silence all around. Glancing into the depths of each other, Lutiel saw the muscles of the man move suddenly, yet, in a matter of a flash, his eyes disappeared from him.
For the longest breath, silence prevailed as he looked ahead at the flickering lights spinning around him. With a thud, a sudden aching spread throughout his body, his lungs halting themselves, desperately gaping for some air.
Sliding across the strident floor, his closed eyelids convulsed repeatedly, his mind striving for answers under the grinding screeching that the ears constantly rang out. ‘What the hell happened?’ He asked himself whilst coughing up through the turmoil.
Screams veiled themselves under the ringing, begging to be heard in the distance, yet, he had barely just opened his mouth, the chest heaving up tremendously from the sudden intake of air.
Finally, his eyelids gave way, glancing ahead at the world beyond him. Foggy to the point of fully obstructing his vision, he mused. Through the haziness, the only things he could witness were the faint lights all around him. Next to his body, as well as in the distance, the light yellow light pervaded through the whiteness.
Yet, feeling the aridity of his skin and nudging his arms ever so slightly, he could only describe the fog as a pall of dust.
‘Ugh,’ Lutiel groaned internally, trying to slowly raise his body through the mess. Immediately, a sprawling headache hacked into him, however, continuing to push, the man finally raised himself to the knees. Steadily, he worked his way up to stand on his feet firmly, despite the constant wobbles he encountered right after.
From faint whispers, the voices began to linger more and more, getting progressively distinct each breath more he exhaled. Turning around, he glanced down at the floor beside him, his eyes widening as he saw the stone chunks of all sizes scattered around, entwined with bits and pieces of glass and metal.
“....Ooooov,” a certain voice spread out in the distance, however, he couldn’t tell what it was in the slightest. Continuing to look around, soon, he saw the spear he had used in the previous battle. Or rather, the remnants of it. Splintered around the top, the weapon had been shortened by more than half.
Regardless, moving down to grasp it, the voices once again repeated themselves. “Moooooov!”
Then, as if the gears inside him clicked and started to turn around once again, the ringing stopped momentarily, along with the hazy vision.
Quickly, he grasped the spear before raising himself up, glancing all around the destroyed ballroom. “MOOOOOVEEEEEE!” A certain voice added on top of the cadence of footsteps. Instantly, Lutiel’s head darted to the source of the noise, only to see the shadowy figures scattering out through the maze of grayish dust.
‘Humans?’ He doubted himself, certainly having heard a sound familiar to him. Swiftly, as though to confirm his worries, his eyes widened as another few words entered his ears.
“Quickly! Kill all of them! Don’t leave anyone alive!” The voice scattered through the place while rushed movements revealed themselves through the dust that the winds had brought out into the world beyond.
Armed from head down to the toes, the leather armors they wore bent underneath the stress, a plethora of the soldiers rushing in from the ropes hung along the ruptured facade of the mansion.
They screamed vehemently, each grating their own throats from sheer intensity. However, equipped with shining blades, all the attackers cared about were the figures in the distance that hesitantly raised themselves from the rubble. Under Lutiel’s stagger, the humans ran at the felled demons.
The ones already broken apart, with their limbs twisted beyond recognition and faces unrecoverable, were run through immediately. A spurt of crimson swiftly tainted the floors, readily absorbed by the lingering, fine powder.
Raising the visibly deceased demons, Lutiel’s eyes lingered on their cold blades. Without the slightest tint of doubt, with a rabid look around their helmeted faces, they dug through the flesh, letting their sword guzzle on the warm blood streaking down the pale necks.This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
The man didn’t turn his head away, watching on as heads began to roll, stopping whenever a large piece of debris blocked their path. With horror-stricken eyes widened wholly, blood swiftly trickled down the dirty floor, any remnants of the scarlet fluid draining off with each breath the slave took.
His gaze scoured through the place, swiftly arriving at a familiar face. Hasye, the one he had been facing, looked around while clutching upon his head, utter confusion taking over the man. Unfortunately, before he could even hear the steps and shouts, he fell down to his stomach after an attack from behind.
Five humans came over at him. Despite turning around, he couldn’t do anything in the face of their dominance. Desperately wriggling about, his limbs were apprehended by the assailants, a single one standing behind his head and staring down at the demonic slave with cold eyes. Raising his foot, instantly, he stamped down with all of his strength.
Yet, seeing as nothing came about from the step, he slammed down once again, only for the slave to squirm in pain, raising his voice increasingly with each attack. Treading through the scaly face, soon, the metallic shoe glistened bright red, muffling out the voice slowly, but surely.
The nose had already become flattened and the whole face caved in visibly, the blood forming a puddle inside that slowly drowned its holder. Continuingly, the blood splashed ever more as the human hammered down with his foot, only stopping when the slave halted his wriggles.
Looking at the scenes with widened eyes, Lutiel finally saw the warriors step closer towards him. Quickly taking his sight away from the flickering, obstructed horizon, he clenched his jaw after seeing the soldiers raise their weapons right at him. Five of them stood through the space, ordered to deal with him.
‘Wait!’ He wanted to scream at them, however, he quickly grit his teeth from the sensation near his chest. ‘I’m a human!’ He raised his voice, once again omitted by the brand. With a haggard breath, he quickly clutched the area near his wildly beating heart, regardless, it halted none of the humans.
Standing loosely about, with his spear hovering freely in his right hand, Lutiel watched as one of the humans rushed straight at him, the short sword in his possession coming down just as he came a few steps away.
Quickly, Lutiel jumped to the side, protesting with his hands. Rocking the arms to the sides, he begged them to stop, but none of the humans dared to listen. Especially the one that already started running at him. The rest simply watched as the soldier tried to finish the demonic slave, grins resting upon their faces seeing as their mate got increasingly frustrated each time the enemy evaded his attacks successfully.
Finally, after tens of attempts, a single one fell true, nicking on Lutiel’s left shoulder. Staggering through the scattered bricks on the floor, he promptly fell down, his teeth gnashed. Ravaging through his chest, the heart pumped vigorously whilst the breathing stormed pantingly.
With exhausted eyelids, Lutiel slowly pulled himself along the floor, watching as the man came ever closer. Just a step away, the human stopped, peering casually at the slave while a sword rested along his shoulders.
So, the fallen man quickly used his chances. With a thumb, he pointed to himself a few times before quickly doing the same at the human. However, unlike his wishes, Lutiel’s brows plummeted as the soldier’s brown eyes filled themselves with derision.
“Me? The same as you?” He asked sneeringly, fiery contempt boiling across his face as the blade started to move forward. “Don’t make me furious. You’re just a demon slave, nothing else. I will at least save you from a painful death,” he said, underneath the defying shakes Lutiel’s head produced.
With a swift slash, the sword came rushing down at the floor, only to bounce back as the slave had rolled to the side quick enough. Clicking his tongue, he no longer cared that Lutiel raised himself up to stand, turning his head around at the jeers from the back.
“Help me out, you damn pricks,” he uttered, not needing to add any spare words. Quickly, the four resting began to rush at the same enemy, who simply stared at them, astonishment entwined within the eyes.
‘Why are you not listening? I’m the same as you? Ahh,’ he whined internally as the soldiers had already closed off their distance. However, it was simply because just like his cords, the body stopped listening any longer.
‘NOOOOO!’ He roared in the depths of his spirit, glancing at the pierced face of the human right in front of him. Protruding from the back of the soldier’s skull, the metallic spearhead made the rest of his companions flinch away before gripping their swords tighter.
“You fucking swine! I’ll slaughter you!” One of the humans rushed in rage whilst the slave stood still, pondering his actions. ‘No, no, that wasn’t me, no,’ he repeated through the mind, only glancing at the last second as the human attacker came at him, yet his body was already in motion.
Flowing to the side, he omitted the slash in a facile manner, only to cut through the space with his own weapon, widening his eyes as the blood plashed the face.
‘No, it’s… it’s not me,’ he muttered with a defeated tone, but the expression around his face gave off the opposite. No emotion took hold of him anymore, the bleak eyes dimmed out from the lack of any light. Without waiting any turn, he rushed in at the rest of the humans.
Two of them were already there, their weapons raised with enraged fright fuelling the faces. Yet, he easily dodged one of them, moving to the right before blocking out the other assault with his spear. A firm thrust to the side swayed one off his stance, and with a deft motion inwards, Lutiel already cut through the man’s face, leaving a deep gash from the top of his forehead down to the chin.
Staggering back while dropping the sword, grasping onto his face before screaming, the soldier promptly gargled as a metallic spear pervaded through his throat. Still, swiftly taking back the weapon, Lutiel shielded a sudden attack before disrupting the soldier’s heart.
Despite the screamings happening inside of him, he couldn’t utter a single word, staring coldly at the last human up front. Falling down, the sword bounced a few times while the warrior shivered at his sight, the eyes quivering as he stared around at his dead group.
A crimson shade took over the space around them as the hearts cried out their last melody to the world, the slave in the middle of the four quiet tunes.
Nonetheless, not glancing at the shivers, he quickly moved forward while dropping the spear and taking one of the identical, five shortswords. Within a few steps, he was already near the last man, his body flowing continuously.
With a dainty wave of the arm, the blade whistled from his motion. Swiftly, he had appeared beyond the human, the head rolling down his back before the body followed its approach.
The man responsible didn’t stop for the vaguest breath, going on about the moment while looking to the sides. Left alone, no soldier climbed down from the ropes any longer, all focused at the horizon, where a battle his sight couldn’t handle took place.
Something there caused his eyes to linger on the area. Despite being unable to grasp its full clarity, gazing through the blurry picture, lights flickered constantly through the whole space. However, as much as he wanted to continue looking, when the lights started getting brighter and brighter, the man could only hug the ground right in front of him, his sight twisting away with fearsome ardour.
‘I didn''t, do it…’
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