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His surroundings could only distract the tornado that perfectly characterised his current state of mind; he had withdrawn with a mug of beer to the corner of the large room and was sitting at a table in complete solitude.
On the table on which he was resting his forearms was only his helmet, removed to allow him to enjoy the alcoholic beverage "Although to call it beer would be an insult... it would be more appropriate to call it cat's piss" he thought with a grimace at the taste; His eyes kept checking the other people around him, some were busy talking to each other in groups, others were dabbling with certain 'dancers'... still others were slumped over their tables completely unconscious.
The structure was nothing special, he could see how some of the floorboards were about to give way and also some parts of the walls that looked like they were rotting "I bet the faint noises I hear through the walls are goddamn rats" he thought with disgust as he stared at the liquid resting inside the glass, the last thing he wanted to do was stay another second in this remote hole that was lucky enough to be in a rich red crystal deposit.
He had been waiting far too long now for his debtor to arrive "I'm sure he's already plotting with some other friend of his to take me out and not pay me" he snorted with grim humour, this was only supposed to be a short stop to refuel and start south again, but of course he had to be stopped by the mine boss who was in desperate need of help "All this trouble for a damn killer mole hole" he continued to think with annoyance as he remembered those disgusting animals, he still couldn't believe the fact that a powerful wizard had had the brilliant idea of creating damn moles fused with magic and releasing them into the wild "And he also had to give those gouges the ability to spit acid" he thought as out of the corner of his eye he could notice a person approaching him and unfortunately it was not the one he was supposed to meet.
His hair and beard was thick and unkempt, his skin scarred by a hard life in the mines and his clothes worn out... the thing that struck him most was the face adorned with bruises on his face; when he was at an appropriate distance he spoke "H-Hello Sir" he said with a tremor in his voice "I-I would b-need to talk to you" he said pulling down his farmer's hat and adjusting it.
The other man stared at him in silence with an indecipherable look just before nodding his head "Sure" he said as he adjusted his position in the chair and with a movement of his arm pointed to the other worn-out chair "please sit down"
In response the farmer swallowed "I-I'd actually p-prefer to speak to you outside... s-if possible," he said, though his eyes seemed almost to beg him to accept the proposal, as if his whole life depended on it.
The man in armour stared at him with a frown, an idea was already forming in his mind as to why he had to go out... and especially late at night "I don't see why not" he said as he got up from his chair, creating a creaking noise and grabbed his helmet from the table "Lead the way" he said as he opened his right arm in the direction towards the exit of the club.
The farmer nodded and moved in front of the other man with great haste, even going so far as to bump into other individuals, the other individual was staring at him from behind with a calculating gaze and already imagining the scenario that was beginning to form in his head; the farmer threw open the battered door, creating a creaking noise, and stopped suddenly in the middle of the muddy, weather-marked road.
The outside was light rain accompanied by a rather dense fog "This place manages to have even for one fucking day the only one in the sky" he complained as he donned his helmet and tied it at the bottom of his jaw with some strong lace, he brought his gaze to the farmer, who was looking around with extreme discomfort and slight terror "So... how many are there?" asked the man in armour as he looked around with disinterest.
"H-How?" asked the farmer, stiffening at the statement.
"The ones who got your face in that state and most likely also forced you to get me out of that shithole," he said as he pointed with his thumb to the tavern he had just come out of "You know you should work more on your... acting qualities, I could tell almost immediately you know?" there seemed to be humour in his tone.
The farmer began to recoil in growing fear and tried to justify himself "I... I... I didn't mean to... they were... I'm... I'm... I'm terribly sorry" he said as he knelt on the muddy ground "P-Please... I... I... please... don't hurt me" he concluded, tilting his head towards the ground.
The armoured man stared down at him in complete silence, a silence all too disturbing for the other person kneeling on the mud 'I had no choice... They threatened to kill my f-family.
Killing defenceless peasants would ruin my reputation... but I need to know where they are, how many of them there are and who hired them," he began to take a more serious tone as he crouched down to stand on his own level.
The farmer was silent for a few moments, but then began to speak: 'I don't know how many there are, but th-those who joined me at the f-farm were a little over ten.
"Did you have to take me to your farm?" he asked, to the farmer's positive response, in the form of a shake of his head, he continued "Who paid them? Few people in this shithole can afford to pay a large group of bandits and mercenaries" Although a small part of him already knew who was behind it, he wanted direct confirmation.
"I-The owner of the mine you liberated from q-those monsters," he said, cementing the suspicions the other man already had.
The man in armour let out a sigh "As always those fucking assholes turn out to be what they are... useless vermin" he got up from his crouched position "Where's your farm?" he asked looking around the rural landscape "I'd like to pay a little visit to the fucking cunts"
"B-Just continue this road until you cross the third mill you see and then take the road that passes by it" he said as he stood up "L-My family is with them...please, I beg you, save them...they are all I have"
"Can you pay enough?" the other individual asked casually.
"Not much," the farmer admitted with a grimace.
She stared at him in silence for a few moments "I'll make do with that" she said with a sigh and then pointed to the tavern "Wait for me there, I'll be back with your family... unless they're already dead" with that last sentence she turned around, heading towards her destination... She didn't bother with the other man's look of horror.
...
"Holy shit, how long does it take that fucking potato eater to bring us that guy?" asked one of the men, who had sat around the fire set up in the middle of the farm, with annoyance.
"By the Criston gods... can you keep your cool even for one fucking day?" bit one of the other men who was sipping a canteen with what he thought was wine... or something like that at least.
"He should have been here an hour ago... I don't like it when people don't fulfil their promises," he replied as he warmed his hands at the fire, making a rather deep bite mark visible.
"The same promise he was forced to make while the guy who hired us held a knife to his daughter's throat?" he commented with what sounded like humour in his tone.
"Fuck you Arthur," growled the other man as he took a spoonful of the prepared stew.
"Guys... we have his wife and daughter, as much as he's a fucking peasant, he's not a coward," another individual, who up to that point was cleaning his blade, joined the discussion.
"Are you so sure Gregor?" asked Criston doubtfully "How do you know that farmer is not now hundreds of kilometres away from us? What's to say he's not now returning with a fucking contingent of soldiers armed to the teeth? Tell me Gregor, how the fuck do you know?" The venom was palpable in the tone.
"This part of the land is not patrolled by any contingent and any barracks is far too far to reach in a single day, especially on foot... but I doubt you know that fucking rat," he replied with a smirk as he leaned against the surface of the well n pebbles.
Criston jumped up, holding a knife in one hand, which reflected the light emitted by the camp fire. 'I'll make you swallow that shit tongue of yours Gregor,' he hissed with pure contempt.
"If anyone's going to swallow anything here it's you... and what you're going to swallow is my dick," a grin that brought out his untrimmed teeth.
Criston sprinted and tried to pounce on the other man when he was stopped by Arthur "Get a fucking grip" he said coldly, then proceeded to give him a strong shove "Go for a walk, blow off some steam" he continued calmly.
"Fuck you Arthur," Criston bit angrily.
"You're not my type Criston... and I won't tell you again, go take a walk, go take a piss, I don't care what you do, just get a grip," he ordered authoritatively.
The other man grunted and walked away muttering a "Fucking asshole".
Arthur stared at him as he disappeared from view thanks to the small clearing that flanked the farmhouse, let out a sigh and returned to his seat 'Thank you Arthur... not that I needed any help with that junk,' Gregor said to the other man.
Arthur grunted and went back to drinking his wine from his canteen. 'However, the rat is right about one thing, it is strange that the guy hasn't arrived yet, especially if we have his family as hostages,' Gregor said after a few moments of silence.
"Maybe the guy he was supposed to bring here killed him," speculated Arthur as he took another sip of his wine.
"Then why don't we talk to the one who hired us?" asked Gregor with confusion.
"Because we'll get paid for tomorrow too if we make it through this night" Arthur said "Plus we won't risk any losses, we win on every line my friend" he finished his canteen of wine "And who knows, we could take the woman and her daughter with us... I'm sure they'd keep us company" he concluded as he rotated his shoulders and created a pop of his bones.
Gregor laughed 'Fuck, now I understand why you are the one dealing with our partners'.
Arthur grunted and continued to consume his canteen, the minutes ticked by when all of a sudden he heard the sound of breaking branches and turned his head towards the clearing where Criston had disappeared a few minutes earlier "Criston I swear by every god if you don't stop this shit I'll cut your balls off" Gregor commented, most likely after he had also heard that noise, at the lack of response the man's anger increased and he rose from his position "Fine! When I'm done with you little shit even the fucking gods won't be able to recognise you!" with each word he increased his pace towards the clearing, heedless of Arthur's calls "I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to make you-"
His speech was interrupted by a dart erupting from the bushes and lodged between his eyes, the force of the blow caused his head to jerk back slightly, which contributed to him falling on his back, his expression of anger had not changed.
Arthur sprinted almost instantaneously "TO THE REPAIR FUCK!" he shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran for cover behind the wagon, not bothering to look in which direction the others had gone; as he ran, however, he felt a sudden twinge of pain flare up from his calf and almost caused him to fall, but he decided not to stop, even though he had begun to limp, in the last few metres he jumped on it without hesitation, he could feel how some splinters of wood stuck in his hands.
He could hear from behind his back a powerful howl, followed by a yelp of pain, and looking up slightly he could watch in horror as what looked like an oversized black wolf had its teeth sunk into the stomach of one of his men, who was desperately trying to wriggle out, but only favouring the tearing of his flesh "Holy shit" he cursed as he pulled out of his pocket two strange stones of different and slightly bright colours, blue and green, which began to glow brighter and brighter, he rubbed them together like flints.
He got up from his position with slight fatigue from his bleeding calf and pointed the green stone at the wolf, which by now had sliced the unfortunate wolf in half and proceeded to emit small bolts of lightning from his figure.
SGZUM!
The ejected lightning moved with incredible speed towards the dog, who had just finished slaughtering the unfortunate man in his jaws and had just set his eyes on the other man... but before the lightning could strike the wolf's black figure, someone stood between him and the incoming lightning bolt, striking the shield instead, creating a thunderous metallic sound.
DENG!
For a moment a dazzling light did not allow him to see anything in the first few moments, but when his sight returned to its standard he could see a man in armour several metres away from him, at his feet the grass had been completely burnt, leaving only a few small flames, and behind him the wolf bared its teeth with a loud snarl.
The armour was mostly black, except for a pattern in the centre of the chest that was white and in the shape of a spider, the legs of which branched out to his back, his helmet had two lenses; Arthur could see that his left wrist had a sort of crossbow mechanism, he looked down at his leg that was in pain and saw a dart stuck in his calf 'Son of a bitch' he mentally cursed.
"Wow... a magician, it's been a while since you've been seen" commented the man in front of him with what sounded like amusement in his tone "And especially in the company of cheap mercenaries" as he spoke he didn't seem to care in the slightest about the dismembered corpse from the wolf.
"Who...the fuck are you?" asked Arthur angrily, even though he was beginning to feel twinges in his heart.
"The guy your cocksucker boss ordered killed...I must say his money wasn't very well spent, I was hoping for something better" he said as he looked around "I know you don't have any kind of weapons!" he said in a louder voice "Come out and maybe I won't cut off your balls! If you have them of course" the last part he said more calmly, at the sentence three men... and strangely enough a woman as well, rose from their shelters, of them held back a shoulder wound, the man in armour gave a mocking clap "Wow... what great warriors, I only need one sentence to make you surrender" he said with surprise, followed by a laugh "I bet my own life that if that peasant had come he would have defeated you all" he continued to taunt them with deep amusement in his tone.
Arthur, meanwhile, had leaned against the wagon and began to clutch his chest "H-Ho... yeah... w-know w-what-" he suddenly vomited blood onto the wagon, the others gasped at the action, especially the woman, who was about to move, but was interrupted by the man in black armour
"I wouldn't recommend it honey," he said casually as he approached Arthur, the canine at his shoulder stared with exposed canines at the other men, having gotten close enough to Arthur he spoke "
again "If you're wondering, the poison that's slowly killing you I extracted from the emerald spiders on the island of Krakoa... perhaps the most venomous spiders I've ever encountered..." he leaned casually against the wagon and stared at Arthur, who was now struggling to stand upright with amusement. To have the knowledge that you are inexorably approaching the-"
His speech was interrupted by the blood-red gag of vomit that erupted from Arthur's mouth and caused his companions to gasp, he fell backwards and blood began to pour from his eyes, all accompanied by uncontrollable convulsions... the minutes passed in stunned silence as the only sounds made were Arthur's gurgling, as the man in armour stared boredly, he turned his head towards the other individuals and could see how the woman was staring at him with pure disdain in her eyes, a smirk formed under his helmet "Guess you were fucking him huh?"
The woman gnashed her teeth as she did not shift her gaze "Burn in hell" she hissed and launched herself towards him, but was intercepted by the canine, who leapt upon her and bit her in the throat, her scream of pain stifled by the jaws of the beast that penetrated flesh and muscle, even shattering her neck bone.
The other two men watched in horror as the beast shook the body left and right until it ripped the head from the body and sent it flying off in a random direction "Well... the lovers gathered quickly" the man in armour commented with amusement, he brought his gaze back to the farm "Tell me... how many others are with you?" he asked the two remaining men, he was sure whoever was in the house had heard something.
"I-The guy who hired us," replied one of the men without hesitation.
This infuriated the other individual, "You fucking bastard, you sell us out like goddamn rats at a minimum-"
His speech was interrupted by a thrown knife that embedded itself in his throat, he took a few steps backwards, just before dangling and falling to the ground with a thud, he held his throat in despair as the blood overflowed without ever stopping "How rude to interrupt the others" commented the man in armour shaking his head, he turned his attention to the last remaining man "Carry on"
"A-Some of us went to a nearby town to collect an old debt... there are five of them," he began, then raised his arm and pointed to the house, "there, as I said earlier, should only be the guy who hired us with a woman and her daughter."
"They are still alive then," thought the man in armour, he nodded at the other man's statements "The woman and the child, how are they?" he asked as he gave the canine's ear a scratch.
The man whitened slightly. 'T-they... um, you know how these things go, most of us haven't seen any pussy for too long,' he explained nervously.
A hush fell over the area... a hush that did not sanction anything good, but suddenly a laugh erupted from the armoured man, which surprised, and not a little, the other individual "I see... a woman alone and defenceless with her daughter, it's a golden opportunity" he moved away from the wagon and approached him and as he invaded his personal space he spoke again "I just need you to fulfil one last request and then I'll let you go" the tone was... indecipherable to the mercenary, as if every fibre of emotion had been eradicated from the body of the man who now stood before him.
"C-Certainly... anything to repay my debt for your mercy," he said with far too much enthusiasm.
He would not have done so if he had seen the grim smile that had formed on the covered face of the man in armour.
...
"Make that little twerp stop crying," hissed an overweight man as he pointed his blade menacingly at the woman's stomach, holed up in a room with his two hostages, the little girl had not stopped sobbing and her face had turned red.
"Y-yes, m-ma t-please don't" her prayers were interrupted by the man punching her in the stomach, making her bend forward and lean on his knees.
"I told you to shut her the fuck up not beg me like a common whore," he growled as he frantically checked the room, as if he was afraid that at any moment someone would break into the room... which could happen in the situation he found himself in.
"H-Hey honey... shhh, calm down, no one will hurt you anymore baby" said the woman approaching the crying child and hugging her as tightly as possible, as if she was afraid of losing her "Daddy will come back and everything will work out, but you have to stop crying, okay? Please do it for mummy"
The little girl seemed to calm down slightly and returned the hug "Mummy h- I'm scared".
"I know baby, but we have to be strong," said the woman through tears, "I know you can do it."
"O-Ok" said the little girl clutching her mother even tighter, the two of them had moved to the corner of the room, as far away as possible from the overweight man, who was now looking out the window at the outside, he could glimpse the severed body in half of one of the mercenaries he had hired "Shit" he said "Shit, shit, shit..." he began to panic.
CRASH!
Suddenly the window shattered and a severed head hit the floor, staining it red, its eyes and teeth had been gouged out and its mouth was filled with a sheet of paper; the man approached it cautiously and had to hold back the bile of vomit that had risen up his throat and was about to be expelled.
He removed the rolled-up sheet of paper and unrolled it, found himself reading a few words written probably in blood
'LET THEM GO'
He reread the sentence several times as he clutched the short and crumpled it as more and more fear filled his body, stared at the two figures huddled in the corner and approached the two with a quick stride, squeezed the woman tightly, now he could see exactly her split lip and slightly swollen eye.
"Your husband is more stupid than I imagined," she hissed as she drew her blade from the side, it was simple and with a wooden handle.
The woman gasped at the cold blade touching her skin, she looked around and near her head she could see the paper written in blood, a wave of relief flooded her body knowing that someone had come to save them and even more so knowing that her husband was in it.
She took courage and looked at the overweight man and confidently spoke "Let me and my daughter go... and maybe the man out there won't kill you" her eyes never left the man's, she still felt a deep fear, but she had managed to control it.
He gritted his teeth and shoved her, causing her to fall to the floor, "get the fuck out and take that piece of shit with you," he didn't bother to look at them and ran to clear the door leading to the back exit.
The woman wasted no time in grabbing her still squatting daughter "Hey my baby, we have to go... Daddy is waiting for us," she said as she escorted her daughter towards the main exit.
"Won't the bad men hurt us any more?" the little girl asked innocently, as she clung to her mother and they passed the living room.
Before opening the door to the outside world, her mother lowered her gaze to her daughter and smiled reassuringly at her, although her bleeding lip did not help "Of course baby, they won't do anything to us any more" she looked straight ahead and finally opened the door.
The spectacle before her was gruesome to say the least; she could see the man completely sliced in half and the body of a woman without a head on the other side she could also see a pool of blood expanding behind her chariot; she wasted no time in covering her daughter's eyes and taking her in her arms; in front of her, a few dozen metres away was a figure in black armour flanked by a large black canine with disturbing blue eyes, he seemed relaxed, but wasted no time in studying them "I guess you're the wife" she commented.
"Y-You... are you with my husband?" she asked carefully, as she held her daughter tightly.
This made the man in armour smile "Yes, he is in town... I told him to wait there" he looked past the woman, towards the front door "Tell me... is he still there?"
The woman nodded "Yes, but he was running out the back so I'm afraid he's already-"
"AAAAAAAHHHH!" A scream of pure pain filled the deadly silence of the farm, the woman gasped and squeezed her daughter tighter, who covered her ears as best she could.
The man smiled under his helmet "I don't think so, you know?" he lowered his gaze to the canine, who was staring at the two figures in front of them "Fenris... you'd better accompany them to town" The animal stared at him as if it understood what he had just said and glared in approval, he returned his gaze to the woman "I see him as a good protection for you two" he passed her and was about to turn the corner of the house when he was interrupted by the woman's words.
"How do I know I can trust you?" she asked in a harsher voice as she checked on the wolf who had gotten a little too close to them, though he didn't seem aggressive towards them... more like he seemed curious.
"If I really wanted to do something to you and your daughter... I would have done it with my own hands," he replied and without adding anything else turned the corner to join his "former employer"
the woman let out a sigh and then lowered her gaze to the canine, who was staring at her with his mouth open and tongue hanging out, seemingly just waiting for her to start; she let out a sigh and began to walk towards her destination.
...
If there was one thing he couldn't stand anymore, it was the double-crosses, the subterfuges, the betrayals... everything that was part of his world, but by now he was used to it, he knew that one way or another he would get what was coming to him.
When he was younger, he could not fully understand the world around him, his vision was all too simple, good and evil, truth and lies... everything had only two sides and he believed that following the straight and narrow path was the only way forward, to live a life worth living, but he learned that reality is much more complex.
Good guys don't exist and those who believe they are, or make others believe they are, eventually show themselves for what they really are and he learnt this the hard way, the smiles, the pats on the back, the promises... everything was and still is utter bullshit.
The man who had hired him was tied to a tree and his face had a bloody opening just above the eye, his leg had a serious calf wound, but it had been swabbed with a rag... unfortunately not cleaned properly.
He always found it amusing, this arrogance of theirs, this confidence that they could always get away with it, because it was always others who paid for their crimes, whether they were innocent or not... He always found them pathetic, they spoke as if they were superior to everyone else, as if the world had been created especially for them.
The man got up from his position, he had been sitting on top of a fallen log, walked over to the bound man and slapped him hard across the face, the action made his head snap to the side and woke him up "W-What the fuck!" he said confused as he cleared his vision.
His face whitened when he saw the other man looming over him and he opened his mouth to speak when a grimace formed on his face, a foul-smelling odour invaded his nostrils and he looked around at the pile of dismembered and unstacked corpses stacked a few steps away from him.
"Yes... and it wasn't hard, you should spend your money more wisely," he replied with amusement, leaning against the fallen log was also a shovel "Especially when you want to cheat and kill those you have to pay."
"I-I can pay you even more! I can even give you three times as much!" the bound man said imploringly.
"And in return you would like to be freed," the man in armour said with his arms crossed over his chest.
"that's all I ask," he said, emphasising it with a nod of his head.
"What orders do the other mercenaries stuck in the city have?"
"What?" asked the man in the flesh with confusion.
"The other bandits left in the town, what are they to do? What are their orders?"
The bound man stared at him for a few seconds of silence just before answering, "L-they have orders to return to the farm in the morning tomorrow."
"Why only tomorrow? Operating in a city for too long is never a good idea... especially when you can clash with a few patrols" this course of action was strange for him, he always preferred the touch and go... never stay in one place for too long.
"I-I don't know ok? They had some business with a banker in town, that's all I know and they wanted to take things slow" he froze for a moment as he slightly moved his arms locked to his torso "L-Listen, let me go and I swear those guys won't bother you... you have my word"
The man in armour smiled under his helmet and approached the man, with a quick movement of his arms he broke the rope and made him stand up, although the wound in his calf made it difficult "You know... if you hadn't still tried to make me another false promise, I would have also agreed to let you go" the man's tone was as cold as ice, suddenly he brought his hands to the sides of his thick head "Unfortunately you really pissed me off" he hissed the last words.
CRACK!
With a fluid motion he broke the nobleman's neck bone, also causing said bone to spill out from the side of the neck and gushing blood, with a grunt he dropped it on the ground on its back; he stared at the body for a few moments just before grunting and picking up the shovel "it's time to get your hands dirty Peter" he said to himself as he began to dig into the ground and create a pit large enough for the accumulated bodies.
...
By now night had fallen and Peter was lying on the bed in the room given to him by his family, his armour had been undone and he was wearing much simpler and lighter clothes, the room was quite small and had a small wardrobe next to a chest of drawers, the window had been closed, but still some wind managed to get through and cool the room.
Fenris was outside as a lookout, he never liked being cooped up in any place, whether it was a cage or some nobleman's big house... after all, he was a wolf, a wolf that still had that wild streak in him, Peter would never want to tear it out of him, that animal was the only thing he could call a friend at that moment in his life... and not just any friend.
Peter was staring blankly at the ceiling as he thought about what had happened on the return of the small family, whose names he had also known, not that he cared much anyway; the farmer had confided in him that he had no money at all, the little he had he had used to buy new tools to replace the damaged ones... Peter would be content with what he could find from the bandits, after all he had already accumulated a good amount of coins from those he killed that day and also a small ring taken from the woman of the group.
He decided he did not want to punish the peasant named Tristan, not because he felt any kind of pity for him and his family... but more because he knew full well that the man did not really possess any valuables, hell they even had to sell the engagement ring that Tristan had to work so hard to buy.
He had to admit that he missed resting on a bed, although it was simple it still proved incredibly comfortable and his body could not help but relax under the softness of it.
"I am glad to know this my champion," a sultry, dark voice erupted from the darkness of the room.
This caused him to focus his gaze on the opposite side of his room, despite the darkness he could glimpse the figure that was quietly leaning against the wall, six glowing red eyes manifested and stared directly into Peter's face, the man didn't seem bothered... more like annoyed by the presence that had just manifested in the room and had interrupted his small moment of quiet "What do you want?" the man asked grumpily with a grunt.
A distinctly feminine giggle erupted from the figure "Oh my little champion... you can't even imagine how much your behaviour towards me hurts me" she could see through the blackness of the darkness the figure moving to sit on the bed Peter was occupying, THE distinctly feminine body seeming to almost blend into the man's eyes.
Peter stiffened at the woman's actions, it always made him uncomfortable when she invaded his personal space... and especially when she touched him, which she did when she placed a night-black hand on his thigh, it was cold... too cold even for a corpse or an ice spirit from the distant Frost Mountains "What are you doing?" her tone was bordering on snarling.
The female figure's smile widened, accentuated by the red colour of her lips "Can't I give some love to my dear champion?" she asked almost innocently.
"You can do many things, destroy entire civilisations, darken the sun, erase stars... but showing affection is not one of them" his eyes narrowed as he gripped the woman's wrist, that feeling always sent a chill down his spine... it was as if he was touching evil in solid form, as if at any moment his very soul would be devoured.
The smile did not yield to the physical and spoken response of her champion, she pushed her face away, her hair was black and moving freely, as if it had a life of its own "You can't even imagine how AFFECTED I can be my beautiful champion" she freed herself from the steel grip with ease and rubbed the man's cheek slowly.
Peter was paralysed, his muscles were rigid and his eyes totally still and ready "What... fuck... do you want?..." he growled at the woman as he also leaned in, emphasising this by grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw.
The woman giggled shortly before grabbing the man's jaw and forcing him to turn his head to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, she pulled away from him with incredible fluidity, in fact she seemed to levitate in the room "Where are you going to go tomorrow... of course after you play hero with this fine peasant family" from her tone she seemed to exude a certain degree of contempt.
Peter hissed "I'm not a hero... you made me realise that a long time ago" his tone was steeped in anger, but the woman could still detect a certain degree of bitterness "anyway, I don't really know where to go... I was thinking of going further south, to the lands of the red sun, where there is a rumour that a new group of followers of the Blood King are regrouping".
THE woman was staring at him with interest and suddenly he beamed at the window and with a wave of his hand he opened it wide, bringing a certain amount of freshness into the room, leaned against it and looked out at the peasant landscape "How I love places like that... the complete silence, as if all life had been sucked out of the darkness... out of me"
"It amazes me how you manage to ruin even the most beautiful things," commented Peter sarcastically as he stood up and also approached the window, tried not to look at a certain part of the woman's body that was accentuated by her accentuated position.
The woman looked over her shoulder and gave him a teasing smile 'And you love him... and not just me'
"Suck it," he bit as he leaned his shoulder against the wall and kept a proper distance from the cluster of shadows.
"You don't know how much I wish that" she commented in a sultry tone" to the man's snarl in response she continued "The tranquility of this place is almost unparalleled... one of the few angles of this world not yet corrupted and destroyed by the hand of man" The tone seemed almost... sadly nostalgic, she turned her head towards her champion "You know even the islands of Paradise demonstrate this same beauty" And with that sentence the woman disappeared and manifested herself on the bed in a provocative position that accentuated her curves.
The man was confused "The islands of Paradise?" it had been a long time since he had set foot on those islands, which could be described in many ways... but Paradise was not one of them.
You cannot even imagine the hidden beauty of those places" A smirk formed on the woman's face "My champion... what are you waiting for? Join me," she said, patting the still vacant side of the bed.
"Fuck off" said the man "I want to sleep... not have to be a sex toy for a false goddess" he narrowed his eyes in the direction of the woman.
The figure for the first time looked annoyed. 'Beware my champion... my goodness has its limits, even towards you' the tone suggested that his threat was not a false one.
Peter couldn't help but smile "Go on then... punish me, if you really have the courage to do it" by now he no longer feared the woman in front of him, he had learned her limits... especially when she had to hurt him in some way.
The woman moved with lightning speed and found herself inches from Peter's face "You don't know how much I like your insolence" the tone was sultry, but in the middle there was also a certain amount of anger "No whore in this world knows you... only I know what you really want my champion... only ME" Her hands grasped his neck and encircled him with both palms "Everything you hide under this skin, under these muscles... inside your soul... everything about you is a delicious meal that only I can taste" Her lips moved closer to his ear "And you don't know how hungry I am right now"
He grabs her wrists "Then go to someone else and have fun tormenting him" an animalistic growl escapes from Peter's throat, his eyes stare into her flaming red ones.
The woman pulls away from him, releasing herself from his grasp "Waiting only increases the pleasure for me... Ser Peter" the last two words are laden with mockery and before he can respond she disappears, leaving the floor beneath her slightly stained black.
Peter stares into the now empty space for several seconds, just before closing his eyes and whispering 'Fuck it'.
