The night shift sucked. It always did, it was dark and cold and the blizzards caused frostbite, another thing was that Crockies were cold blooded.
It has been a month since Von Leon revealed the legendary Lionheart Castle to the rest of the world, many an ambitious explorer ventured far into the treacherous cliffs of El Nath, into the castle. So far, every unfortunate Mapler who challenged the castle was slaughtered brutally in cold blood, by the cold blooded.
Thud thud
The Crockies were on alert, brandishing out their spears and getting into their battle stance.
Thud thud
A young man with dark purple hair down to his chest stormed into the castle, his skin was pallid white, his eyes bloodthirsty with bizarre markings all over his face.
He had wings, large, purple, batlike wings.
"Ah hilarious, its only one man! Let us take him down!" One of the Crockies shouted with glee. Tonight, they feast on another explorer. The other Crockies roared and got into their battle formation, so far, none had escaped from it.
One of the Crockies thrusted, "Who the hell do you think you are, a one man army?" His thrust was parried with ease and his head was slashed clean off by a scepter, a slash which glowed with dark, demonic energy it didn't see coming.
The man leapt up and lashed out three more times, the purple energy which surrounded his scepter was pretty damned scary, it cut like knife against butter, two more went down. "Too fast? It's about to get even faster." The man sneered, summoning the head of a maniacal laughing demon. It's breath took down three more Crockies who were too slow to retreat.
All the Crockies were more cautious now, they stood at range, wondering who was this mysterious son of a bitch who murdered three of their ranks.
"Hey lizards, if you understand speech, I'll give you one chance, put away your weapons."
The Crockies looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
"Put away your weapons, bow down before me...and kill yourselves." The man snickered, always fun to give them some hope before reminding them of their inevitable fate that was death.
"Screw you! You mocking us Crockies?! CHARGE!"
They charged, still thinking that they stood a chance. No, no one won against him, he was one of the commanders of the Black Mage, one of the best.
"Tonight, the Demons will mourn for your death," The atmosphere darkened as the embodiment of evil itself appeared and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Shouts of agony and death echoed against the castle walls. Blood gushed out of every Crocky and they all fell, only one remained standing.
The first squad of Lionheart Castle's' guard were massacred, in a singe night, by one person.
"If you still live, tell your pussycat of a king that the Demon Slayer has returned," The man put his scepter away and turned to leave. "This is only a warning, soon, the Black Wings will fall under my vengeance."