He was running for his life, run and run he did. running was all he could, the enemy, that Chased him wasn't one he could fight. Because no matter how strong he was, he knew the Beast was stronger. He ran into a building, hiding from his chasers, he knew that it was no use the beast already seen him enter.
It let out a gut-wrenching roar, it made the other animals and beasts stop their pursuit of him. he went further into the abandoned house, anxious for what was going to happen. He began to pray to the God he didn't believe in, to help him.
He didn't know how it happened but he chuckled, he learned that the sun God didn't give to shits about him or his family, years of service to a God that couldn't even bring himself to answer even the smallest of prayer didn't have his respect.
The God who sat down on his throne in the divine realm and watched in amusement, as he and his, friends died one by one. Not lifting a hand to save them even when he begged, pleaded with him to protect them, even if it was for a second he would have given his soul.
No, this God of theirs fulfilled none of the commitments he promised, he wasn't going to have any faith in a God who didn't care or possibly don't exist, he would believe in his sword, his spirit and courage until his death. No god, no higher power, just him and his blade till the end.
The beast burst through the wooden door, making a loud stomping sound as it walked, its large form bear to all to see. The beast snift at the air more than likely searching for him. The Beast inch closer and closer.
He wondered how it all came to this.
Gerthoen or Girth as his friends called him woke up. Groggily, he instinctively grabbed for the sword, when he felt it, he relaxed, then he realises the sun in the room, behind the curtains signifying that it was day, He remembered what day it is and let out a groan of frustration.
He was sleeping in the barracks, with his fellow soldiers, whom he had been training with for the last decade, they had become the closest thing to family he possessed. They had his back, he had theirs, they had fought in close fights in the past that made them trusted one another with their lives, he knew all too well that they would be alive and reasonably well if it wasn't for the partnership that they shared.
Smiling at old memories, he poked his slumbering friend, and yank her awake, she gave a moan of exhaustion, and laid back down on her side, he smiled and tugged at her sides even harder and chuckled at the sound that she made. She gazed around the room, frantically looking for the person who woke her up, notice hearing snickering, she glared at him.
"Germany, why did you wake me up in the middle of the night?" She questioned with confusion evident in her tone.
Holding back from bursting into a full laugher, he caught a few times and eventually answered.
"Well Ana, for your information it's now morning, so get off your small ass and prepare for the expedition today."
"Your lying"
He gestured towards the left, she turns her head towards the location he referred to and saw the sunshine peeping through the curtains. Letting out a sigh of recognition, she glanced back to Gerth and stood up on shaking legs.
"I'll wake up rest"
She started to head towards the door.
"Oh, and tell them Captain Philips will be here in an hour or so"
Ana nodded. The reason he didn't bother to wake up the other soldiers was that they would bother getting up without violence, and he couldn't bother the fight them on a day like this, they were probably going to die today, and he would like their last fight to be on the battlefield. They warm up to Ana more than him because she is more gentle in her approach. She was kind, strong and a unique person to be around.
Although he always knew that they desire her because she only woman on the team, and she would make one hell of a mate. No matter what they always protect her from danger, making sure she was well taken care of, and she would return the favour by performing duties which they couldn't accomplish like cooking, cleaning, etc.
Without Ana, be sure that most of the responsibilities for the regiment would certainly go undone, she was like the mother take they didn't have growing up, they needed her and she knew it all too well, she wasn't afraid to flaunt her vigour over them.
After extensive complaining and whining, everyone got up and prepared for themselves for the day ahead. They back their essentials in bags, tied steel chains around their necks as a sign of identification in case they die today.
When they were finished with their preparations, the March out in through the door in Union, they rallied to the courtyard readying their selves to see their commanding officer, other divisions join them in the courtyard, along with dozen other senior officers.
Their Captain, Gorges Phillips. Was a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, he had been a soldier seen, he was fourteen years old, all the way to seventy-five. And in that time his zeal for battle hadn't diminished, one could say that it got more tangible. His shining yellow eyes drilled themselves deep in the souls of all the soldiers across the Court field.
"Men, some of you will die today"
He paused, to let his verdict sink in.
"Do not be afraid of death. Because in death, you will meet our glorious creator, and be in eternal happiness and bliss with our God for eternity."
He paused again.
"However, don't be foolish and simply through your lives away to the enemy. Take their lives before you go, and make the sacrificial hearts be crushed into the MUD, bring their souls before our God in the afterlife to be judged and damned to the deepest parts of Hades."
He started to stroll across the opened field, his hand frantically shaking.
"The Oregonians are barbarians. They kill and slaughter their way in the countryside, they rape our women, they murder our children. And most importantly, they refuse to change their savage behaviour and reject the kindness and love from OUR God. Remember your not killing your fellow human beings but monsters, fiends that would like nothing more than to kill your all."
He paused.
"Each of you will be assigned an area to patrol within the Bloomfield, which your senior officers should receive already. I urge you all to exterminate every Oregonians, they mustn't be any one of them alive in Bloomfield. They are simple savages, have only undeveloped weapons. It would be easy to slay them all. I want them to be eradicated on the spot, take no prisoners, kill their children and wives, no matter the odds. However, if you encounter Blood fiends flee with haste. They not worth dying over."
He halted his pacing, then snapped to his audience.
"Wear your armour with pride, hold your shield with confidence, wield your blade fury. Fight for your country, your lineage, and Your GOD. FOR THE EMPEROR ."
The entire Courtyard erupted.
"FOR EMPEROR KILETH! MAY THE SUN GOD BLESS HIS SOUL AND THE EMPIRE"
Three hours later, Gerth found himself anxiously awaiting his teammates in a very cramped wagon full of soldiers. His hands started to tremble rapidly, shivering under his standard-issued chainmail. Unlike the others who didn't fear death, he was unnerved at the prospect of dying. Despite training to be a battle mage that also specialised in healing, he wasn't ready to leave the world to go to an afterlife with a God he didn't believe in. He wanted to meet his biological family before he died, but the only way to achieve that intention was to complete thirty more years of service on the front lines. He existed for twenty-five years, another thirty would put him at fifty-five and by then his family would likely be dead. And for all he knew, they could be dead already. It had been several years since he last heard any news about them. The thought made him worried.
Ana sat right beside him, turning to make his eyes meet hers. She smiled at him and hold his hands tightly, like a lover telling one to be calm. He could feel her pulse in her hand beating steadily as if she had no fear of the battlefield.
"Calm down, Gerth. We need you to focus on the field, and when we get hurt. So stop your worrying, and pray to the Sun God for strength."
"I just..."
"Shhh... Your one of the most powerful man I know, you should be so disheartened by death. We all got your back ."
Ana smiled and winked at his teammates. The rest of the team stared at him and chuckled then it burst into a laugh. One of his laughing companions piped up.
"The might Bloodhound of the battlefield is afraid of death. Hahaha, this is a discovery, the man I fought within the war of kings who didn't fear blade, fire, arrows, that walked into the field not fearing even THE MIGHTIEST OF MEN. The slayer of Alton, killer of the dark priest, murderer of thousands, the one-man Army. What is not this?."
Gerth snorted at this, he knew his titles, which are what he gains after twenty years of conflict. He learned how to get a man from when he could speak, he lived for war, he bathed in the blood of his defeated enemy's. He killed children for sport. He slaughters families for blood and guts, he was true Evil with a capital E. At least that what the rumours say about him, sure he did most of those things, that people of the empire thought was barbaric, but he did all those things because he wanted the best for his nation's empire. The enemy that the face is not going to cower by mere soldiers, no they only quiver in fear when it's a monster. So a monster, he became.
"I don't suppose, you ever had a family to go back to, Koren?."
Korean looked at him but didn't answer. The atmosphere in the carriage got gloomy after Gerth said those words. the man next to Koren spoke up.
"Come now, we don't have to grim, we're going to the Bloomfield, where we can kill and have some fun with the female soldiers if you catch my drift".
"Your disgusting". Answer Ana, which everyone laughed at.
"Yes, we can have fun, and have some more fun, don't we Kirsten?."
"That what I'm talking about keel. You have the spirit of the beast, a true son of the Sun God"
This made the hold carriage erupt laugher, the grim atmosphere was slowly dissipating. They laugh for a good minute before one spoke.
"Men and lady, I think that we-".
He didn't get to finish as they felt the wagon stop which made almost everyone tumble into each other, Gerth sat back up slightly taken off by the sudden shift, Ana who curse something under her breath, and the other was expecting what came next.
"Bloomfield! One-hundred feet away, get going."
I'm going to slip this into two parts.