Vermin Tide Quest
Chapter 24
As the residents of Witch Hunt Village went about their daily business, they were eerily quiet. Due to the constant accusations of the guards, and the hold that the mayor of the town had ensured that no one tried to fight back. Occasionally, a brave villager, or foolish given the Monsters that were omnipresent in this world, would sneak out of the Village, and attempt to escape the witch hunts. While many have fallen prey to the creatures, or got lost in the wilderness and died of thirst or starvation, a rare few have managed to escape, and thus strangers have been avoiding what was going on once word reached and spread throughout Sabasa. One of the latter, a man by the name of Kylis was recounting their story at a camp fire, having been rescued by an old mage when he stumbled into a Minotaurus as he was running away.
"...after my sister was taken away to the mansion by the guards, I had nothing left to lose, so I ran to try and find someone to help." Kylis said, while the mage stroked the feathers of the raven that he was feeding one of the eyeballs of the Minotaurus too. The way the raven greedily devoured the small squishy flesh made Kylis' skin crawl, but then again, Kylis was not going to look a gift horse like this weirdo of a hermit in the mouth. As he shuddered uncontrollably when the raven flew towards the dead Monster and began to tear into the empty eye sockets, the mage spoke up at last, staff resting on his shoulder as he sat on a rock. His hair was snow white, and to Kylis he radiated a sense of being... otherworldly when he cast his spells upon the Monster, but the villager shrugged it off. At first, he thought the old hermit was going to die with him when the Minotaurus tried to fight him, but with a single whispered word, she was felled by the surprisingly spry and healthy Human, her heart blown out by a concussive force. In the back ground, one could even see the blood splatter where the heart laid on the ground.
"Hmm, so that is how bad your village has become, I'm sorry about what happened to your sister." the mage said, before he sighed. The old man then got up, picking up his staff to balance on it. "I suppose it is my duty as a Hero to ensure that these Witch Hunts are stopped at once." with that, he turned to the pet raven he kept with him and whistled to it. The raven made a sound that Kylis thought sounded more like a dog growl then a bird hiss, but came to the old man anyway. As the hermit walked past Kylis, the villager turned around.
"Are you sure? I know you are powerful, but what if the guards try to arrest you? They will no doubt make you out to be a Witch, especially if you just waltz up to the village." the old man stopped, and turned.
"I'll give them a single warning, and if they don't get the message, then they will wish for death." the old man said with a tone of anger in his voice. Kylis swallowed down the knot of apprehension that formed inside him, knowing the violent power this man could unleash if provoked.
"Are you sure you want to do that? They are fellow Humans you know." Kylis stated. "That, and there is the risk of putting the others in danger."
"They may be Humans, but they were tasked with protecting your village and betrayed it along with Lord Lily. I'll also make sure to protect what I can of your fellow villagers, but I am just one individual." the man said, before continuing on while Kylis ran the other way to find a Hero. However, as soon as Kylis was out of earshot, the hermit added "Soon to be two." under his breath. Not only that, but the old mans' face of anger curled in a sadistic smile, as Kylis screamed for help when he was attacked by something that whined like a horse, but with a demonic scream to it. As the sound of flesh being torn apart was resounding in the background of the dunes of the desert, the hermit and his pet raven were in, the raven looked at him and began to speak.
"Well done my servant, but you are lucky to have been only fulfilling your role of but a humble Hero when you had the gall to command me. Next time I will not be so lenient." The Daemon that it really was in reality said. The old man scratched his white stubble beard in boredom, not phased by the fact the Daemon in question was a Lord of Change, a Greater Daemon of Tzeentch the Chaos God of Plots, Magic, and the Mysteries of the universe.
"Yes yes, you'll scorch my soul into ash for my pretentiousness, so and so forth." he mumbled in Norscii, as a black horse with blood-covered fangs approached him from behind, crunching a skull and the brain matter within as walked up next to the mage, who then climbed on top of it, and made his way to Witch Hunt Village. "Now then, we now when we first entered this world, we could've recruited that Necromancer I sensed near that Haunted Mansion I passed by. Why did you insist I simply passed by instead?"
"Hmm, so you like to forced upon by some second rate Necromancer and her Undead creations? Seems you have a bit of depravity the Serpent Slaanesh would love to bring out." the Daemon said mockingly, making the old man scrunch his nose in disgust. He then remembered going through the memories of an Alraune that made the mistake of coming after him, and upon learning just what a cesspit this new world was before he was chased by a bunch of Saurus Warriors that had somehow followed him into this world.
*Some Time Earlier*
After he escaped the Lizardmen, the Chaos Sorcerer summoned his Daemonic Steed, and rode off to find some place to settle down for now until he got his bearings. When he encountered a decrepit and abandoned mansion, he decided to investigate it. It was small, but clearly an expensive lodging at one point. He noted that there was a graveyard of some kind, which was surrounded with Shyish, the Amethyst Wind flowing in and around the resting places of the dead. As the Sorcerer approached the mansion itself, he stopped, sensing he was being watched, and turned to see a little girl with purple corpse-like skin was examining him. The way Dhar, the Black Wind of Dark Magic radiated from her body was more then enough to tip him off that she was a Monster like the Alraune he encountered, and she seemed to realize that the old man that was entering her home knew. As she ran away with a look of what seemed to be curiosity, the Sorcerer examined the graveyard again, while the Daemon spoke up.
"Well now, it seems this place is already occupied. What do you plan to do about it? I sense that Monster to be one who seeks knowledge above all else." the Lord of Change whispered into the Sorcerers' ear. The Sorcerer sighed, and walked in.
"We'll see how receptive she'll be then, if I offer her the secrets of the Warp..." the Sorcerer whispered back, as he examined the destroyed interior of the Mansion. Suddenly however, he began to sense something coming for him, and turned to some form of ghostly woman. As she stared at the old man before her, she chuckled, smiling lasciviously as she puffed out her bare chest.
"Oh, an other worlder, and their pet, and one I sense an intense aura from. Your essence seems to be rather potent, more so then the average Human mage. I'll certainly-"
"I have no business with a mere spirit. My interest is in the Monster girl that lives in this mansion." the old man interrupted, tell her off as he walked past her without so much as a glance at her. The Ghost Girl huffed, offended by how he ignored her.
"You dare to interrupt me!? I'm better then any living woman, be they Human or Monster!" she snarled, created a phantom hand that flew for the Chaos Sorcerer, when he suddenly turned around, and caught it like it was a physical object. The Ghost Girls' eyes widened in shock. "What?! How?!" suddenly the Daemon perched on the Sorcerers' shoulder cawed as he flew at her with a speed that blurred his form. The Ghost Girl was paralyzed with fear, as the beak grew into a giant maw. Before she could so much as scream, the Lord of Change snapped his jaws shut, devouring the Ghost Girl in a single bite. The Daemon then turned back into the form of a white raven, and settled down of the Sorcerers' shoulder.
"Hmph, should've been more attentive to the fact I called you a mere spirit." he said dismissively, and continuing on. As a doll came to life, the old man stared with a disinterested look as it chuckled in a little girls' voice.
"Hey Grand Daddy, let's play a game!" it then launched itself at the Human, who then slapped it away with a back hand, sending the small figurine into a cabinet which then collapsed on top of it.
"Bugger off." he muttered under his breath, then moved on, leaving the Doll struggling to get out of the debris. Upon seeing a flight of stairs, he looked up and saw the Monster at the top of it, staring at him with a look of equal parts curiosity and caution, as she hefted a bone saw that was rather large for her size at the two with inhuman ease.
*BGM: ICON OF SIN THEME FROM DOOM*
It then occurred to the Sorcerer and the Lord of Change with him that she had sensed the Daemon killing the Ghost when they first entered the mansion. Clearing his throat, the old man proceeded to speak to the Monster. "Greetings young one. I am-"
"Chrome." the Monster replied, her pink eyes narrowing in what seemed to be chagrin as she frowned. "My name is Chrome, and I am in fact older then some child, even if I happen to sound like one lad." the Daemon then chuckled lightly at the way the Sorcerer was taken aback. "Let's get this out of the way, you're sent by the Imperials to hunt me down and kill me aren't you? And by the way you handled yourself past those other two Monsters, I'd say that Balthasar Gelt I have heard about is the one who sent you." at that, the Sorcerer of Tzeentch growled lightly.
"No. I am not under the employ of the weakling Empire of Man nor serve that upstart of a Wizard Gelt." this seemed to have caught Chromes' attention, as she was surprised by the way he spat out those words. "As I was saying, I am here, because my... colleague here was interested in you."the Sorcerer explained, gesturing to the raven-disguised Daemon on his shoulder. Chrome looked at it, and seemed disturbed when it locked eyes with her.
"What is that thing?" she asked, turning to the Sorcerer with a look of apprehension as she pointed at it. "That is no normal raven, it's radiating some form of weird magical energy, yet I couldn't sense it until it looked at me." with that, the Lord of Change ruffled his feathers, and finally spoke.
"That's because I am a Daemon, a creature borne of the Warp, from which all magic comes from, and is also the realm of the True Gods." the Lord of Change said. Chrome was shocked, staring silently as it continued, flying up to her and landing on the railing in front of her. "If you wonder why I appear to be but a white raven, that is because my true form is not... travel-sized." Chrome backed up nervously, the aura of Warp energy making her weary. The Monsters' grip on her medical tool tighten out of nervousness as she held it close to her body, apparently starting to grow fearful of the Lord of Change.
"Well, wh-wh-why would you be interested in me? I have no real interest in the Warp and Demons or whatever you call yourselves. I am just a Necromancer trying to restore her family name." at that, the Sorcerer, who had been walking up the stairs slowly so as not to fall through the floor boards replied.
"Ah yes, and before I came here, I was but a mere man amongst countless others." the Sorcerer said. "That was before I learned of the Gods of the Warp, and their power." he then created a ball of Warp Fire, which glowed an iridescent rainbow of colors. When he tossed it at an old and crumbling painting of the former owners of the mansion, Chrome cried out.
"What are you doing?! You're going to burn the mansion down!" she screamed in horror, and then noticed the painting was not burned. As Chrome watched, the painting began to shift and change, the pigments of the ink becoming vibrant, the frame repaired itself, and soon the painting was looking as though it was just newly painted. Then the Warp Fire lit up again, changing the pigments and shifting them around, until it was depicting a silver tower floating in the air above a crystalline labyrinth, and a strange musical tone could be heard.
"Whuh, what is that noise? What's going on?" Chrome asked, feeling the same energies radiate from the painting, which began to shite once once, zooming in on the tower. As it did so, a voice she did not recognize whispered to Chrome. As it shifted in tone and pitch, she could not place it,as changed and twisted with her head.
"Do not ask which creature screams in the night. Do not question who waits for you in the shadow." It said, as Chrome found some form of shadow covered figure sitting on a throne. She could not make where the figure ended, and where the shadows began due to their constant warping and blurring together however, as the voice continued. "It is my cry that awakens you in the night, and my body that crouches in the shadow. I am Tzeentch, and all are but puppets that dance to my tune... including you, Chrome Artise." the being in the painting said, as it pointed a limb directly at her. When it began to reach out from the painting, the Monster recoiled when it started to grow a face.
"Waah, what the hell is this?!" Chrome yelled, now starting to freak out. " ScrewI'm having none of this, Frederika, get them!" Suddenly a large Undead woman crashed though the wall with an oversized arm,breaking the painting as Tzeentch cackled madly, his voice fading into the background.
*BGM ENDS*
"Master, why did you not tell us?!" the Lord of Change screeched as it flew , while the Sorcerer ducked under the massive Zombies' hay maker.
"You are a Necromancer it seems." the Sorcerer casually however, creating a barrier that blocked a second attack by the Zombie, causing it to bounce back. "Even so, we have a common goal in the seeking and acquirement of knowledge!" he then shouted to Chrome who was watching from the background.
"Hell no!" Chrome yelled, pointing at the Sorcerer "I am having nothing to do with that thing! Frederika, get that bird-brain there!" she then shouted, pointing at the Lord of Change, then rushing the Sorcerer down, bone saw at the ready. As the Zombie jumped up to catch the Daemon, it suddenly shifted through her hands, and let out a blot of Warp energy that blew off its right arm. Chrome stopped and turned as Federika suddenly screamed, as though her very soul was damaged.
"My creation!" she screamed in shock.
"Worry about yourself fool!" the Sorcerer yelled as he then blasted the floor right out from under her, causing the Monster to scream as she fell through the hole that was made. With that, the two made a run for it, as Federika recovered and tried to attack the Sorcerer upon Chromes' command.
The Daemon then flew down and attacked her, clawing out the Zombies' eyes, and spewed out a stream of Warp Fire on her. As the Zombie began to convulse and scream as their soul was burned to ethereal ash along with their body, the two fled the mansion. Upon exiting it, the sorcerer turned around, and set the entire building on fire with his own spell, as it was likely Chrome had other Undead creatures in the building, the better to not engage directly for long. As the Daemon settled down on its servants' shoulder, he turned and whistled, summoning his steed. As the Necromancers' mansion burned down to the ground, he then picked a random direction, and rode off.
**POV SHIFT**
Present
As La Croix walked to the mansion where Chrome was at, she went over the mental list of stuff Chrome asked for, mostly chemicals and a few spools of surgical thread. While Promestein would normally do this, she had some weapons research to look into, until she reached the clearing of the mansion
"What in the..." La Croix muttered, eyes widened with shock. She then ran over to the remains, and began to sift through the remains. While the Angel did not care about Chrome,it was going to be easier to figure out what happened if she survived. Promestein also noticed that the wood and stone, while burnt, had areas where it was altered in some form or another. One particular plank was turned to crystal, which crackled and released a scream that sounded like a woman in pain when it shattered in her hands, a stone broke into dust and released a mutated scarab with a shining carapace that she crushed with her foot when it tried to bite her. When she heard a crashing sound, La Croix turned and saw Chrome bursting out from a pile of rubble, covered in soot as she coughed and hacked.
La Croix walked over to the Monster, and knelt down as she helped her up. "What happened? I'm a friend of Promestein, who was busy and thus couldn't make the transfer." she asked of Chrome, who cleared her throat. Due to a special device called a voice modulator in the mask she wore, La Croixs' voice was made to sound like a different woman entirely, and as not recognized.
"Some old man and his pet Demon happened." Chrome explained, as she told La Croix what happened, also showing she survived by fleeing into her laboratory in the basement, and when the unnaturally destructive flames of magic the Human Sorcerer summoned still continued to burn its way to her, she managed to survive by hiding in one of the coffins she dug up for her experiment, and waited for the fire to run out of fuel and oxygen, praying she wasn't boiled and burned alive inside it. La Croix smiled, as she saw that it was a good form of resourcefulness on part of her younger sister. When she felt that the fire had extinguished itself, she came out to find that her laboratory, along with her experiments was destroyed.
"What do we do now?" Chrome asked. "Those two are going to cause trouble wherever they go, and if they plan to recruit anyone, I hope they don't find anyone who will side with them." the Angel was stoic outwardly as the Necromancer continued to talk, but was starting to feel some form of panic at the possibility that the Gods of Chaos were starting to mobilize their forces. When Chrome called to her, La Croix snapped to reality.
"Oh, right, yes, I suppose we should hunt them down." she said, then began to look for clues. Upon locating a set of hoof prints, she turned to Chrome, and pointed to them. "Found something, tracks leading away from here. I'll call Promestein, she'll help us out."
"Ok." Chrome said, calming down for a bit. After awhile, Promestein showed up, wearing a woven body armor instead of her usual outfit. As she approached, La Croix noticed that she was wearing an amulet with the raven symbol of Morr along with the cross of Illias causing a red flag to raise up as she spoke.
"Do you have a second shelter.
"I suppose I can find another place to go, but I don't really have a back up shelter if that is what you are saying. Why are you asking?" Chrome replied in a sheepish and confused maaner as she saw the necklaces Promestein was wearing before La Croix could stop her.
"Good, that's one less loose end." Suddenly Promestein pulled out a boxier version of the pistols Victor Saltzpyre was observed carrying much to the shock of La Croix, and shot Chrome with it in the torso, killing her instantly. Despite the black powder weapon normally being loud, Promesteins' own pistol was modified so that it fires a beam of Light instead, which was silent at the the cost of being brighter as the Monsters' chest exploded when the white ray of the Elemental energy burned through her. As it flashed for but a half second, it still transferred enough energy into Chrome that her chest exploded, leaving a crimson hole as she was shot dead on the spot, and fell with a thud.
"NO!" La Croix yelled out, only to be silenced when she was shot in the head, and fell over dead as the top half of her skull was practically sheered off. Promestein sighed as she put away.
"Nothing personal, but if Illias is going to continue having the Gods of the Imperials to work alongside her, I have to discontinue all research into Necromancy, and unfortunately, Morr defines that as also killing you and your sister in the process..." with that, Promestein pocketed the weapon, and picked up the corpse took down into the basement to have them buried, while three Angels rode up from the treeline on horseback in Human disguise, one of them leading Promesteins' own mount by it's leash. When Promestein emerged after wards, she hopped on her steed, and pointed towards San Illias. "This way, I have reason to believe that we have someone to find before we head out to meet with Illias Kruez Witch Hunt Village."
"Yes sir." all of the Angels said, though as they set out Promestein could tell they were still paranoid towards her, due to it now being known to them that she was affiliated with the last two known members of the Artise family, who were known for being hereditary Necromancers in the Monster Lords' courts until they were exiled. As they set out however, none of them notice the way a painting that was miraculously undamaged was facing them, and the eye that followed Promestein as they left the scene.
**POV SHIFT**
As Teclis and his escort made their way back to the sea shore, they ran into more of the Chaos Mutants as they traveled, which so far seem to be gravitating towards the High Loremaster and his entourage. What was strange was they almost always reacted as though they never seen a High Elf before. That, and so far they all had female bodies, and were casting leary glances at Teclis and the male Elves, their female companion Malialon being mostly ignored. Every time they attacked,they did so alone, apparently confident in their skills to fight six Elves at once, which universally so far cost them their lives when said High Elves fought in coordination with each other, and soon they were covered in blood from multiple slain Mutants, growing ever increasingly agitated by the substances' stench and wanting to bathe. Eventually, the Mutants seemed to have caught the hint, as they were now left alone.
As Haricorn and Darrius took the lead, Teclis stayed in the middle while the Sea Guards took the rear lines with their bows and arrows at hand. As they traveled along a road, Haricorn stopped and looked around, visibly starting to become confused now. The High Loremaster noticed, and turned to the Swordmaster
"What is it?" Teclis asked, as the group focused their attentions on him.
"No patrols. We've been walking down this road for at least two hours, and we have found nothing but Mutants who are finally getting a hint that we are the elite of the elite, but not a damn patrol or task force assigned to keep said Mutants from attacking travelers. We know there's a Human city where we came from, so we should have found something." the soldier explained, pointing out how isolated they seemed to be. However, Hyrion saw something, and squinted his eyes.
"Huh, you spoke just a bit too soon, a see a group of what looks to be scouts. They are also all women, however... and unlike the abominations we have encountered so far, they appear to be Human from what I can discern." he said, the Sea Guard stepping aside as Teclis and the others walked over to inspect them. As Teclis focused on the riders, who were afar off, he saw they indeed appeared Human. To see if he can distinguish any markings of identity on them, he channeled the Blue Wind Azyr to summon the Lens of the Sky, creating a blue ring of the Wind of Heavens. From inside it, the High Elves saw that it was a red-headed woman who had a stoic face, wearing a form of fabric body armor on a horse that was pure white. With her were three other women, who wore armor that was of a design they didn't recognize. However, Teclis frowned, as he noticed that he saw a faint outline of Hysh, the White Wind of Light surrounding them in a manner that Dhar, the Black Wind of Dark Magic surrounded and permeated the Mutants of this land.
"Something off about them my lord?" Aeclion asked, as Teclis continued to look at them, his mind running wild inside. He then turned to the Sea Guard.
"The Wind of Light seem to be... attracted to them. They could be the equivalent to a Hierophant from the College of Light and her apprentices, but their equipment says otherwise, as their armed more like standard soldiers. I'm just going over theories as to who they could be, and looking at their iconography for clues." the High Loremaster explained. "So far, they have a cross symbol that is the only common denominator of their religious views, but that is the only main symbol I recognize that is not simply a variation of said cross."
"Ah shite, think they worship Solkan or some equivalent of Solkan?" Darrius asked, causing the group to wince. Many know of the Gods of Law, whose servants were like the servants of Chaos but in the other extreme end. Solkan in particular was the God of Law version of the Hound, who sought justice and the upholding of his commandments to an absolute degree that was second only to Khornes' blood lust. However, while his servants were helpful in fighting Chaos, they are infamous for the way they constantly harass those who don't worship the same God, or the Avenger as he was also known amongst the common folk.
"I hope not." Malialon muttered. As the party rode up to them, the red haired woman spoke in Riekspiel, much to the surprise of the High Elves.
"I'm Promestein, Angel servant of Illias the Goddess of Light and Heaven, the realm of the Angels. I was sent by her to seek you out after what happened in her holy city of San Illias." the woman introduced herself. Teclis then walked over to the strange 'Angel' as she introduced herself, and replied in kind.
"I am Teclis, High Loremaster and Warden of the White Tower of Ulthuan, Island Nation of the High Elves. I came here in search of a man named Balthasar Gelt, who was sent here to your world along with a number of Humans from the same world I come from. By the fact you are speaking fluently in Reikspiel as I am as well, you must have encountered him." Promesteins' eye twitched, and her mouth curled slightly down for split-second as she seemed to remembered a bad memory. When she resumed her normal stoicism, Promestein replied.
"Yes, I have had an... encounter with him. To tell you the truth, we have a situation that could lead to a war across this world, and as such I was sent to explain what has been happening since then..."
**POV SHIFT**
As Alma Elma struck the last of the patrol with a fist that sent him careening to the ground, she looked around the area to evaluate her groups' status. The Empires' State Troopers had swarmed the Monsters, and all of them were bloodied to varying degrees, Alma herself being the only one uninjured from the fighting that happened. As one of the Succubi, a mature matronly one with dark crimson eyes and hair to match sat down on a tree stump, an Elf walked over to examine her, as she showed a missing hand bleeding on the bandaged hastily wrapped around it.
"What happened?" Alma Elma asked, as her eyes widened.
"Tried to pleasure one of the Humans with my hands, and he chopped it with his sword. Hurts like hell, but nothing a little healing will do." the Succubus explained. Suddenly, an arrow flew through the treetops, and embedded itself in her eye, and the Monster flew over as several more flew about and began to hit the Monsters still standing, all either a head shot, or striking into their chests and piercing their hearts. As the various Imperials saw this, they took this as the opportunity to fall back. Alma Elma then immediately shouted, grabbing one of the arrows loosed at her, then creating a barrier of Wind that deflected the others away.
However, she then winced as she registered the feeling of spikes in her hands, and examined the arrow to find its shaft was barbed, as well as the tip, with fetching made of blue and white feathers. As she quickly looked about and scryed the trees that the arrows came from, she sensed one, no three archers jumping from tree to tree, firing a constant stream of arrows as they moved. This was a clear pattern to make it seem as though there were more of them, and they stopped and focused their attention on her. Alma then realized they must have realized they were spotted, as they fired a volley at her with inhuman speed. Realizing that these must have been Monsters of some kind, she turned to her team.
"Fall back! I'll cover your retreat!" Alma Elma yelled, then shot forwards at the attacking traitors, swiftly grabbing one of them, and smashing them into the tree. The archer was wearing a mask of some kind from which only their nose and eyes could be seen, the mouth covered by a dark blue bandana. She did not recognized the highly ornate chain mail, conical helmet, or red cape, but there was no mistaking the ears that poked out from the sides of the groaning womans' head. "What the, you're an Elf?! What are you doing so far away from Erika?!" she cried out. She then sensed another arrow was fired at her, and ducked her head, as the arrow whisked just shy of hitting her eyes. She then realized only one of the ambushers was attacking her, while the other was splitting away to go after her kin when she attacked their comrade.
As the branch she was on shook, Alma turned and saw a second Elf had jumped onto the same branch. This wore the same dark blue bandana which wrapped the lower half of their face, as well as the same mail and cape, which both moved noiselessly and did not get caught in the brush somehow. They then drew a sword which was leaf-shaped, and glared at her with the same contempt and hate the Humans with Gelt had whenever they encountered the Monsters. Alma was not shocked by that however, but in the fact she could tell by scent that this was a male Elf, and he was not aroused one bit. As the female Elf started to wake up, Alma quickly deflected the attempt to stab her by the male with her tail. The Heavenly Knight quickly mentally filed the questions in her mind away as she fought him off, and whacked him back with her tail and a kick to the stomach.
The male Elf grunted as they were launched back, but quickly regained their footing. He then snarled something, but not in the language that Balthasar and his men used. Alma was visibly confused as to what he said, but knew it was threat regardless.
Ah bugger, so much for talking it out. Alma Elma thought, readying herself for the fight as she dropped the female Elf, confident she'll live as Monsters are naturally stronger and tougher then Humans. Suddenly, the male looked away and followed his companion as she fell screaming onto the ground, and Alma realized that he looked at her with horror. "Oh... shit." the Succubus Knight muttered as the Elf she dropped had died, as he turned back to her with a look of rage and fury.
