She gasped as it dropped down, behind the man. It slowly rose up, its body covered in black leather straps, its face hidden behind a large metal helm. She screamed, pointing at it, the man took no notice and continued his thrusting. She pushed him off, he looked at her, surprised, but before he could even say a word, the thing jabbed at the back of his head. His eyes went wide, staring at the woman, blood seeping out of his mouth. He fell to the ground, the back of his head covered in blood.
She jumped to her side, grabbing at her dagger, she stood up, ready to defend herself. She turned around, the thing had disappeared. She remained silent, she crouched low to the ground and slowly went to the foot of the bed. She saw her lover laying on the floor in a pool of blood, tears coming to her eyes. She had known him her whole life, he was her first and only love, having had met when they were just children. She dropped to her knees, next to his body and began to caress his head in her arms.
She heard a hiss, the muffled sound of something breathing through fabric. She slowly turned her head to the bed, the sound emanating from its direction. She looked toward the underside of the bed, seeing the sheets flutter, her heart quickening. Suddenly, a shape lunged out, grabbing hold of her. It effortlessly pulled her under the bed. Her screams could be heard, the bed rocking from the struggle beneath it, the screams abruptly stopped. Everything went silent.
The thing silently stood up beside the bed, its head and arms drenched in blood. It moved its head around, sniffing the air, it quickly turned around, seeing a golden case laying on the desk. It came close, sniffing the side of it, it brought its hand up. Three long dagger like blades jutted from its wrist, it punched into the case, slicing it open. Inside, a rusted shard of metal lay. It stabbed the blades into the desk, and removed its hand from the katar, leaving the triple bladed weapon sticking out from the wood. It grabbed the shard and put it in a one of its straps covering its chest. Behind, from the open door, it could hear the sounds of running feet drawing close. It grabbed its weapon.
Seven people burst into the room, swords drawn. Their eyes widening at the massacred man, blood spatters reaching out from under the bed in long red marks. "The Guardian, it was the Hell's Guardian! I told you not to go there, and you didn't listen!" One of the men stammered. "Quiet, the monster may still be here." Another said. They walked into the room, one slowly looking under the bed, another checking the closet. The thing descended down from the ceiling, landing in the center of the room.
A small girl walked up the steps, she stopped. She could hear the sounds of the men screaming, the sounds of metal clashing and the sounds of flesh being torn. The screams slowly came to a halt. She quickly ran to the room entrance. She saw a shape ascend into the ceiling, disappearing into the shadows. She saw blood spattered over everything, the men had been cut to pieces, many of them lay disemboweled on the floor, their entrails covering the carpet floor. She said in a quivering voice, "Voldo."