The Demon of Nohr
Nohr arena
The roars of the crowd could be heard echoing throughout the dark catacombs of the arena. Multiple holding cells lined the cold damp walls, each filled with a prisoner that would soon be dead for the mere entertainment of a bloodthirsty audience.
Some of the prisoners prayed to their gods, others paced their cells mumbling to themselves. Some begged and tried to bargain with the guards to get out. others simply stared blankly at the roof, walls, and floor.
A guard's metal boots clanged their way down the halls towards the far end of the hall, the torch in his hand glowed brightly as he goes deeper. He comes to the end of the hall, to the last cell and turns towards the old rusted metal bars. The torch lights the inside of the cell with a yellowish red glow. He grimaces, glaring through his metal helmet, he clears his throat. "Alright creep, you have a challenger. wonder how long he'll last against you." The guard says as he unlocks the door. One blood red eye rises to glare up at him, however the guard scoffs "nice try freak, but I'm not afraid of you. Come on let's hurry this up, haven't got all day."
He walks in and the cell is filled with light, showing a young woman sitting on a straw bed held up off the ground by chains. She looks about 18 years old,Her right eye is covered by a piece of old brown cloth attached to two strings that wrapped around her head. The cloth goes over her nose and down to the right covering her right eye then down to her cheek bone and up to her eyebrow. It then went to the base of her right ear. Her other eye shines a bloody red with a scar going over it diagonally and the pupil is slitted likes a snakes. There are two other scars, one across the bridge of her nose and the last one starts at her lower right jaw and goes up diagonally towards her nose. Her hair is cut short and is a mess of red, brown, and white two pointed ears stuck out unnaturally the one on the right is longer and covered in navy blue scales. Her skin is as white as a ghosts, She looks slightly malnourished, and incredibly dirty.
She wore a dirty white short sleeved shirt, that had various tears on it. Her pale arms were covered in scars and burns. An old pair of brown pants that were far past their date of usefulness clung to her legs and a rope held them up around her waist and she wore no shoes.
The woman raised her arms as the guard approached her, she lifted up her hands waiting for him to place her special bonds on her. "Tch I doubt it." She mumbled under her breath. The guard places black gauntlets, boots and a chain on the woman's wrists, legs, and neck then leads her out. She walks through the dark cave easily having memorised the way to the arena. Even in the dark she knew the way, she had walked this path since she was a child. She also could see better in the dark than most people, in fact when it came down to it the only reason she was the champion was because her senses and strength were inhuman. Which is why she was referred to as a demon.
What was her actual name? She didn't know. How could she? She was always called a variety of nicknames, varying from curses to trash or dirt to demon and monster. All she knew was that fighting was her life and in order to keep living she had to entertain these bloodthirsty people. Make them enjoy their time in the arena and that was how she stayed alive and fed.
They had finally reached the gate that lead to the arena. The guard took off her bonds and left, locking the bars behind him. Demon paid it no mind, she moved towards the wall to choose her weapon and get her armour on. She almost always favoured a simple sword as her weapon. Of course, she made sure to learn how to use various weapons just in case she ever lost her sword during battle. However, swords were still her favourite of them all. Taking a steel sword from the stand she swing it around a few times to test it. She then moved over to another shelf that had chainmail and copper armour stacked neatly on it. She puts the chainmail on and then a copper chest plate, gauntlets, and greaves on. Finally she gets her copper helmet and puts it on careful to make sure her sensitive pointed ears don't get hurt. Then she pulls the visor down, turns and nods.
the gate slowly begins to rise, and the crowd outside roared even louder than before.
The crowd rose and clapped as she walked out into the light. she lifted up her sword and and threw her head back roaring along with the crowd as loud as she could. She then turned and looked up at the center wall.
Sitting In a large booth was King Garon and his children, Price Xander, Princess Camilla, Prince Leo, and Princess Elise. The royals all had their retainers at their sides, each sibling watched stared at demon.
The youngest Elsie sat wide eyed and stared directly at demon, while her older sister simply sat looking at her nails or messing with her hair. She seemed uninterested in what was going on, Price leo was focused on reading his book but taking a few glances of the battle field every now and then. His older brother on the other hand seemed very interested in demon he leaned forward slightly in his chair.
The people chanted her name, and she couldn't help but smirk slightly under her visor all fear and worry left her. This was demon's home, this was the place she belonged. Demon turned quickly as the next gate opened her red eye focused on her target. The man has a long spear in one hand and an axe in the other. He wears a metal helmet but no chest plate, he also only has one arm protected by armour, along with a skirt and greaves. The champion smiles at this, his weak points are evident but she harshly reminds herself that she needs to be careful.
both went to the center of the arena they glared at one another neither charged, they simply began circling each other slowly. Both seemed calm but Demon was the opposite inside her head and body, everything in her was screaming at her to charge at the man and simply rip his head and limbs off and cover the arena in the man's blood and intestines. Her Heart was beating heavily in her chest drowning all other noise. Her hands shook and skin itched to get on with the killing.
Finally she couldn't wait any longer she felt her fangs and claws grow sharp and longer, her blood pumped quickly through her veins burning them. Her vision goes red and she charges like a bull toward her opponent. She hadn't eaten or fought in days and her blood was screaming for destruction and blood! The man seems slightly startled by this but lifts up his weapons ready to defend. Right as the demon neared her prey she jumped high in the air. The man looked up but then jumped back just in time to dodge demon slamming her sword down just a few inches away from him. He wasted no time jabbing his spear in her direction, demon rolled to the left then swung her sword toward the back of his right leg. She nicked him but not enough to actually cause damage.
Her opponent swung his axe downward towards demon, she lifted her blade blocking the attack with ease.
Yet he wasn't done, he took his spear and stabbed towards her head. Demon moved her head and grabbed the spear. She held on tightly, it was now a test of strength and demon knew she could easily over power him. She smiled showing her large fangs and the man let out a loud gasp, demon took that moment to head butt him away. He flew back a ways from demon and fell on his back, demon broke the super in half and threw it to the ground. She could kill him right then, make him suffer for dare thinking he could fight her!
However, a little part of demon was telling her to stop, to calm down and take deep breaths. That this wasn't like her, how she truly was. Demon wanted to laugh at that, how was this not like her? She's been this way all her life, she's a gladiator and the champion at that. Hasn't she always had a lust for blood and destruction? why waste all this amazing power.
Demon cursed herself,she got carried away again. She took a deep breath to steady her breathing and to make the red in her vision fade "I need to make this battle more interesting can't finish it yet." She stalked towards her prey. The man slowly got up and readied himself. She charged again, sword raised and battle cry echoing. The boy lifted his axe and blocked her strike, she swiftly broke off and slashed at his left side. Her sword dug into his skin and he screamed as blood flew in the air. He stumbled and clutched his bleeding side.
Demon then dashed forwards and grabbed his head. She tore off his helmet and ripped it in half. Demon then slunk back letting him get up, the man looked pretty young, about her age. He had red hair and blue eyes, his breath was coming in ragged and quick. His eyes were wide and face pale, he staggered up gripping his axe. Demon smiled at him
(This is way too easy) Demon thought rolling her eye, another let down.
"that all ya got boy? If ya lose ya die ya know" she yelled with a smirk. This seemed to make him change his defensive tactics, he charged at her.
Demon blocked his swing with her sword and then they exchanged strikes. The man's strikes are feverish and wild, demon blocks each to the best of her ability. But is quickly blindsided by a sudden punch to the gut, she staggers back a few steps gasping for breath. The man slammed his axe towards her right shoulder before she can recover, demon screams as the axe digs into her shoulder.
She drops her sword to the ground, she jumps up and kicks his chest. The man flies away from her halfway across the arena, demon then lifts up her hand and takes the axe out.
(Dang it, I got cocky...)She hissed charging at him, she picks him up off the ground by his hair. Then lifts him up, grabs his head and slams him into the ground, after that she grabs his arm places her foot on his body. In a swift motion she used her sharp claws and slices his arm clean of at the elbow. The man screamed and curled up in a ball, the crowd cheered at the blood. She threw the arm, away and grabbed the whimpering man by the neck. Her claws dug into the back of his neck, the red haired man quietly begged. "Please...please I want to go home...please spare me." He begged giving demon a pitiful look.
King Garon smile at the way demon fought but he noticed she was only using a fraction of her true power and skill. He turned toward Iago and motioned for him to listen
Iago lowered his ear to the king's lips "make it more interesting for me would you? That boy is pitiful against her. Give her more of a challenge, push her past her limits I want to see how much she's grown and if she ready" Iago bowed deeply and walked away, turning the the head of Prince Leo. Leo closed his book and leaned towards Camilla whispering "where do you think he's going?" Camilla shrugged "father probably sent him to do something nasty again, it's nothing to concern yourself with leo" she replied smiling and combing back his hair gently. Leo did as he was told but did not miss Xander and Camilla exchange concerned looks though.
Demon still stood there, axe still in hand and shoulder bleeding, she feels the blood pooling around her fingers.
She looks up towards the crowd waiting, the crowd cheers and King Garon rises and walks towards the edge of his box. Then lifting up his hand in a fist with the thumb extended to the side the crowd goes silent. King Garon face is a scowl and demon knows this battle wasn't very impressive in the least. She got cocky and managed to get wounded. something that had not happened to her in a long time, she feels slightly ashamed of that. (Still hope I get a little meal from this fight even if I messed up) King Garon's thumb points down and the crowd erupts into noise, demon lifts up her axe the boy is barely breathing but under his breath demon could hear him repeat. "please,please have mercy." His blue eyes a teared up and he put his hand on her wrist.
Demon closed her eye trying dampen the noise and focus, she would not have another moment of weakness! Taking a deep breath she dropped the axe and using her inhuman strength slammed her fist into the boys chest. In one fluid motion her fist went threw his body and out his back. Blood pooled around her hand, she drew it back and dropped the body to the floor. Then she slammed her foot on his head and crushed it blood and brain flew up covering her legs and face.
Demon unleashed a mighty roar to the crowd who all mirrored her. Then she turned towards Garon who simply nodes towards her. Princess Camilla now had full attention on the battlefield. She was covering princess Elise's and Leo's face with her hands. Prince Xander was standing and staring at the mess of the body she mutilated. He was visibly pale and looked in horror. Demon smirked and gave a dramatic mock bow then began walking back toward the gate, the roars of the crowd following her as she left.
Demon tried her best to keep control of her roaring emotions, careful to keep breathing deep and steady. Another noise suddenly sounded behind her, she turned to see another black gate rising. She grunted her wounded shoulder throbbing. Out crawled a wyvern with blood red glowing eyes and strange cloth wrapped around its body. It looked around until it found demon rearing up on its hind legs it released a screeching roar before charging. Demon rolls to the side missing the fangs of the beast by a fraction, she turns to get a better look at her opponent. A Malig rider? Really? Demon's thoughts are ceased by a sudden pain in her left arm she screams and sees another regular wyvern with a rider in tow. "They really do want to kill me this time don't they!" Demon thought in panic she took her right arm ignoring her wound and dug her long sharp fingernails into the dragon's eye. The creature gave a shrill cry letting go of her arm.
Her pain only made the thirst for blood and destruction returned. The pounding and burning spread all across her body. She was losing it, she wanted their blood! to watch them squirm in agony! ALL OF THEM WILL PAY! She roared (which sounded much like a wyverns) her vision goes red.
The Malig rider cast a fire spell at demon she swiftly dodged, she then ran towards him picking up the axe she dropped. The dragon roared and lunged its head towards her, she lifted the axe and slashed it down on the dragon's snout. It dug in deep but the wooden handle broke, the dragon reared back while it's rider tried another spell. She heard thumping behind her and just barely dodged the axe coming down on her, she grabbed the axe and threw the man off his wyvern. Now with a steel weapon demon ran at the wyvern and sliced it's neck the dragon gave a roar and tried to claw her but she jumped up on its head and slammed the axe into the side of its head over and over again until half of its head fell off.
Demon dunked under another spell and jumped off he wyvern the remaining half wriggled on the floor, the steel axe was heavily dented and dull now. Without a word she charged at the rider of the wyvern she just killed. both had no weapons, the man lifted up his fists and threw a punch only for it to simply be stopped by demon's hand. The man released a surprised grunt. Demon twisted his arm sideways with little effort and a loud crack sounded.
The bone stuck out of the skin at the elbow. The man screamed but demon didn't let go. Her face was still a mask of pure hate and rage. The Malig Ryder tried to come in to help, sending his wyvern and slashing her With his axe.
Demon dropped the poor man and her hand changed into a silver, navy blue,and black spear. She lifted it up and shoved it down the wyvern's chest. The beast roared in rage but kept trying to get closer, demon shifted her hand back then jumped out of the way. She grabbed the wyvern's horns and pulled them out of its head she then stabbed them in its eyes. the wyvern fell and demon walked off its head calmly.
The rider with the broken arm had gotten up and tried to lash at demon with his fist demon didn't even flinch when his first made contact with her chest. She then grabbed his head and jerked it to the side breaking his neck.
She stalked over towards the Malig rider he lifted his axe for an overhead strikes but demon caught his arm with her own. She grimaced as she had to move her injured shoulder. She slammed her fist into his stomach grinning as she heard multiple loud cracks. The knight screams and spat blood. She then grabbed the man's jaws. She pulled as the man screamed and cried until His jaw was disconnected from his head.
He fell to the ground and demon stabbed the man's head with his bottom jaw.
The crowd was silent, everyone stared at demon as she breathed heavily and slouched where she stood. Demon looked around for her next victim red vision still flaring, she hasn't given enough pain and suffering! There was not enough screaming and blood shed!
Suddenly King Garon rose and began clapping slowly, and soon the royals and people joined in. The arena was filled with applause and cheers.
Demon's vision cleared slightly and walked towards the gate. then continued onto her cell in silence, still covered in blood she sat on the rough bed and stared at her bloody hands. The wound on her right shoulder was starting to go numb. she wanted a bath soon, but that was in the back of her mind right now.
(The boy, he looked about my age and while he didn't have supernatural powers it could have been me who died today.)
In truth demon hated it when her body and mind lusted for battle and destruction. She hates it but enjoyed it, relishes it! she loved the roar of the crowd the adrenaline everything! Which made her believe that the title Red eyed demon really did suit her well. She sighed heavily trying to get the thoughts out of her head, the stench off blood was going to keep her awake and the throbbing wounds.
Meanwhile with King Garon...
King Garon sat on his throne a good while after the match was over and everyone left, there was only one thing he had on his mind. He HAD to have the red eyed demon he had to...she was ready, finally after all that waiting.
He turned toward Iago "Iago, it's time to go through with our plans." he said smiling.
Iago bowed deeply and left, Leaving King Garon alone. The royal children of nohr were busy talking among themselves ignoring their father. Leo and Elise where angry at Camilla for covering their eyes during execution and the second half with the wyvern.
Garon notices Xander was unusually quiet he seemed to be in deep thought he hands still clasped together firmly behind his back and a large scowl firmly set.
Garon smiled and leaned back in his chair, "seems like all this waiting was worth it with this 'demon' on my side perhaps I can finally conquer those pitiful hoshidan dogs." He mumbled happily to himself.