Disclaimer:: I don't own SC2, or its characters, nor am I making any
profit, in fact...I'm in red ink right now
A/N::well yeah, sorry for the massive delay on this chapter, got really
sidetracked with another story as well as my friends. . . .so yeah, hope
this chapter doesn't disappoint too many of you, it' kinda short compared
to the others.
The Assassin's Dagger
The sound or metal clashing upon metal rang through the halls. A dark robed man locked blades with his opponent, a man fully equipped in platemail armor. The combatants exchanged more blows before drawing themselves into another sword-lock. This time, the demon was prepared, and threw his knee upward, catching the swordsman in the chin and knocking him off guard. With the swordsman off his balance, the demon quickly drove both of his blades into the swordsman's chest, then tore them outward, serrating the spine with inhuman strength, effectively chopping the man in half.
"Weak little human." Said Rheaol to the corpse. "Not even worth tainting my robe with your blood." Quickly, Rheaol reached down and grabbed the head of the dead man and stared into the rolled up eyes. From the mouth of the human, a small blue wisp was drawn out and Rheaol quickly grabbed it before it could escape. It was a soul, and Rheaol wasn't about to let it escape after the rather annoying fight he had. Rather than devouring it, like most demons would do, Rheaol stored the soul in a small jar and once he got back to the citadel, he would place it with all the other souls of his previous victims. For the last final action before leaving, the demon assassin smashed the gem that represented the human's life essence and scattered the pieces with one puff of breath.
"Next victim." He said out loud to himself with a bored tone. Rheaol rummaged through the small sack he left behind a pillar before his fight and pulled out another gem. Already he had slain many of the supposed "heroes" that Rajied felt threatened by, and now there were very few crystals left in his bag. This particular one was different than the others. It glowed red, showing that it was an opponent not to take lightly. This made Rheaol smile, a dark, malevolent smile.
"Hopefully this one will pose some challenge." He uttered, and then disappeared.
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Taki slew the final demon that opposed her. She was trying to regain the trail of Rajied, but encountered a large pack of what she classified as "corrupt wolves" or demons that had taken over the corporeal form of a wolf. Fortunately, the demons were incredibly stupid and had no organization, allowing Taki to kill at least a dozen before the others ran off, fearing their lives. With her adapted eyes, Taki could see small lights glinting off in the dark. She had mostly steered away from civilization because she didn't blend in as well as others. Taki preferred her solitude. Once again wiping the tainted blood off her daggers, Taki set off as fast as she could, following what was left of the corruptive trail that Rajied did not do a good job of covering up. It was a lucky break for Taki, since Rajied covered MOST of his tracks. She ran cautiously though, because it seemed far too easy.
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The demon man, Rheaol, appeared once more into a large thicket of bushes. By homing in on the life energies, Rheaol managed to successfully track down his next victim by shadow stepping near the last identified position. Rheaol approached his quarry while still concealed by darkness and bushes. It was a young Japanese man walking with a Chinese woman along a rugged dirt path, a few lanterns lighting the path, obviously heading to a small village. Unlike most demons, that would typically would have charged in screaming, Rheaol was clever, and preferred to plan out his attacks carefully. His first priority would be to get his target's companion away from him, then head in for the kill. Everything was planned out, now all Rheaol needed was confirmation of his target. Quickly, he reached into his robe and drew out the red crystal, peering through it at the young man. The crystal outlined the young man with a bold red outline, indicating it was the matching energies. It was all down to timing from that point, and Rheaol would just have to stalk them until timing was right. In the mean time, he observed his opponent. The man carried one long blade upon his left hip. Judging from the size and shape, the demon guessed it was a katana. Strapped to the young man's back was another blade, but it was shorter, obviously an off handed blade used for parrying and quick counter attacks. The woman only carried a solitary blade, but something about the sword gave Rheaol a bad feeling, that is why he had planned to distract her in some way. He wanted to stay as far away from that blade as possible.
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Talim sat patiently as William ate his share of the fish they had caught. They had been moving along a riverbank for quite some time. Talim was hoping that eventually, they would make it to a sea or the ocean and then try to find a port or something. It was most likely that no one would launch a ship in such terrible blackness, it would be suicide. Instead, Talim hoped that she could dig up some information or maybe even a good weapon smith. Her tonfas were looking incredibly beat up. Her left one has several dings in it and the right tonfa's grip was completely worn down, making it painful to wield. William's weapon was not looking any better. The edge was getting dull, and it's wickedly curved tip seemed to have lost some of its previous wickedness. His hilt though, was in better shape than Talim's tonfas.
"William? How long have we been following this beach?" Talim asked her oger- like companion.
"Lets me thinks. Huh, tree days methink, not sure, no stars or light."
"Hmm....We must be somewhere far from. . ."Talim stopped in mid sentence when something in the horizon caught her eye. It was a glint of light.
"That might be a town, or city, or something! Let's go William!" She took off sprinting across the beach, William taking long, trudging steps behind her.
"Maybe de gots sum gud food der too"
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Sophitia, Cassandra, and Siegfried continued their push into the wilderness. According to Cass, there were a large coven of demons intelligent enough to organize themselves into raiding parties and attacked the local villages. Also according to Cass, the demons horded some rather valuable weapons that Sophita and Cass desperately needed now that their previous gladiuses were wearing down. In fact, they had been using their swords more for bludgeoning than slashing. Siegfried needed no new weapon though, he still carried Faust with him. The large sword still had it's razor sharp edge and amazing bulk, despite many years of being used. He still was amazed by how well Sophie had kept his old blade. In the pit of his shallow, nearly forgotten heart, Siegfried felt a pang of compassion towards the woman who had just lost all of her family except for her sister.
'Can not let my thoughts stray, not until everything is over, and I have Soul Edge. . .' The last thought in his mind, Soul Edge. It was the weapon Sophita warned him about. It was the weapon that drove him mad, slaying his father and thousands upon thousands of victims. Yet, for some reason, even with his tainted hands, Sophitia still felt love towards him. Siegfried just could not understand women. What he did understand though, was Sophie's worrying towards him.
'Soul Edge. . .No longer am I your slave. From this point on, I venture to destroy you, not to retake what I thought was mine!' he thought to himself.
"Siegfried, you alright?" Sophitia asked kindly, noticing the blank look in Siegfried's eyes.
"Yes, perfectly fine." He cracked a tiny smirk in the corner of his lips, barely noticeable to Sophie or Cass.
"Well, no zoning out when we're fighting okay?" Cass chimed in. Sophitia cast an icy glare at Cassandra for such a sarcastic remark, making her sister seemingly shrink under her.
"I'll try not to." He replied, still with the tiny smirk on his face. Sophitia didn't see his smirk, but saw how he tensed up. His grip on the hilt of Faust tightened even more than it already was. Sophitia looked at Siegfried with a slight amount of worry in her eyes. Siegfried saw this and just shrugged it off as they continued walking. The small band of friends kept trudging along into the darkness, unaware of what they were truly going to face.
End Chapter
A/N::: Srry it was short, and sorry for the wait. Major case of writers block plus big ass chemistry mid-term. Gah, plus a mild loss of inspiration. NE ways..... R&R plz so that I can keep writing or I'm discontinuing this fic *holds a pair of scissors near a cord holding his fic in place* go ahead, try me!!! GWAHAHAHAH *cuts the cord on accident* gah damnit!!! Anyways, more to come. . . . .try and stick with me.
The Assassin's Dagger
The sound or metal clashing upon metal rang through the halls. A dark robed man locked blades with his opponent, a man fully equipped in platemail armor. The combatants exchanged more blows before drawing themselves into another sword-lock. This time, the demon was prepared, and threw his knee upward, catching the swordsman in the chin and knocking him off guard. With the swordsman off his balance, the demon quickly drove both of his blades into the swordsman's chest, then tore them outward, serrating the spine with inhuman strength, effectively chopping the man in half.
"Weak little human." Said Rheaol to the corpse. "Not even worth tainting my robe with your blood." Quickly, Rheaol reached down and grabbed the head of the dead man and stared into the rolled up eyes. From the mouth of the human, a small blue wisp was drawn out and Rheaol quickly grabbed it before it could escape. It was a soul, and Rheaol wasn't about to let it escape after the rather annoying fight he had. Rather than devouring it, like most demons would do, Rheaol stored the soul in a small jar and once he got back to the citadel, he would place it with all the other souls of his previous victims. For the last final action before leaving, the demon assassin smashed the gem that represented the human's life essence and scattered the pieces with one puff of breath.
"Next victim." He said out loud to himself with a bored tone. Rheaol rummaged through the small sack he left behind a pillar before his fight and pulled out another gem. Already he had slain many of the supposed "heroes" that Rajied felt threatened by, and now there were very few crystals left in his bag. This particular one was different than the others. It glowed red, showing that it was an opponent not to take lightly. This made Rheaol smile, a dark, malevolent smile.
"Hopefully this one will pose some challenge." He uttered, and then disappeared.
O======I==================================================
Taki slew the final demon that opposed her. She was trying to regain the trail of Rajied, but encountered a large pack of what she classified as "corrupt wolves" or demons that had taken over the corporeal form of a wolf. Fortunately, the demons were incredibly stupid and had no organization, allowing Taki to kill at least a dozen before the others ran off, fearing their lives. With her adapted eyes, Taki could see small lights glinting off in the dark. She had mostly steered away from civilization because she didn't blend in as well as others. Taki preferred her solitude. Once again wiping the tainted blood off her daggers, Taki set off as fast as she could, following what was left of the corruptive trail that Rajied did not do a good job of covering up. It was a lucky break for Taki, since Rajied covered MOST of his tracks. She ran cautiously though, because it seemed far too easy.
O======I==================================================
The demon man, Rheaol, appeared once more into a large thicket of bushes. By homing in on the life energies, Rheaol managed to successfully track down his next victim by shadow stepping near the last identified position. Rheaol approached his quarry while still concealed by darkness and bushes. It was a young Japanese man walking with a Chinese woman along a rugged dirt path, a few lanterns lighting the path, obviously heading to a small village. Unlike most demons, that would typically would have charged in screaming, Rheaol was clever, and preferred to plan out his attacks carefully. His first priority would be to get his target's companion away from him, then head in for the kill. Everything was planned out, now all Rheaol needed was confirmation of his target. Quickly, he reached into his robe and drew out the red crystal, peering through it at the young man. The crystal outlined the young man with a bold red outline, indicating it was the matching energies. It was all down to timing from that point, and Rheaol would just have to stalk them until timing was right. In the mean time, he observed his opponent. The man carried one long blade upon his left hip. Judging from the size and shape, the demon guessed it was a katana. Strapped to the young man's back was another blade, but it was shorter, obviously an off handed blade used for parrying and quick counter attacks. The woman only carried a solitary blade, but something about the sword gave Rheaol a bad feeling, that is why he had planned to distract her in some way. He wanted to stay as far away from that blade as possible.
O======I==================================================
Talim sat patiently as William ate his share of the fish they had caught. They had been moving along a riverbank for quite some time. Talim was hoping that eventually, they would make it to a sea or the ocean and then try to find a port or something. It was most likely that no one would launch a ship in such terrible blackness, it would be suicide. Instead, Talim hoped that she could dig up some information or maybe even a good weapon smith. Her tonfas were looking incredibly beat up. Her left one has several dings in it and the right tonfa's grip was completely worn down, making it painful to wield. William's weapon was not looking any better. The edge was getting dull, and it's wickedly curved tip seemed to have lost some of its previous wickedness. His hilt though, was in better shape than Talim's tonfas.
"William? How long have we been following this beach?" Talim asked her oger- like companion.
"Lets me thinks. Huh, tree days methink, not sure, no stars or light."
"Hmm....We must be somewhere far from. . ."Talim stopped in mid sentence when something in the horizon caught her eye. It was a glint of light.
"That might be a town, or city, or something! Let's go William!" She took off sprinting across the beach, William taking long, trudging steps behind her.
"Maybe de gots sum gud food der too"
O======I==================================================
Sophitia, Cassandra, and Siegfried continued their push into the wilderness. According to Cass, there were a large coven of demons intelligent enough to organize themselves into raiding parties and attacked the local villages. Also according to Cass, the demons horded some rather valuable weapons that Sophita and Cass desperately needed now that their previous gladiuses were wearing down. In fact, they had been using their swords more for bludgeoning than slashing. Siegfried needed no new weapon though, he still carried Faust with him. The large sword still had it's razor sharp edge and amazing bulk, despite many years of being used. He still was amazed by how well Sophie had kept his old blade. In the pit of his shallow, nearly forgotten heart, Siegfried felt a pang of compassion towards the woman who had just lost all of her family except for her sister.
'Can not let my thoughts stray, not until everything is over, and I have Soul Edge. . .' The last thought in his mind, Soul Edge. It was the weapon Sophita warned him about. It was the weapon that drove him mad, slaying his father and thousands upon thousands of victims. Yet, for some reason, even with his tainted hands, Sophitia still felt love towards him. Siegfried just could not understand women. What he did understand though, was Sophie's worrying towards him.
'Soul Edge. . .No longer am I your slave. From this point on, I venture to destroy you, not to retake what I thought was mine!' he thought to himself.
"Siegfried, you alright?" Sophitia asked kindly, noticing the blank look in Siegfried's eyes.
"Yes, perfectly fine." He cracked a tiny smirk in the corner of his lips, barely noticeable to Sophie or Cass.
"Well, no zoning out when we're fighting okay?" Cass chimed in. Sophitia cast an icy glare at Cassandra for such a sarcastic remark, making her sister seemingly shrink under her.
"I'll try not to." He replied, still with the tiny smirk on his face. Sophitia didn't see his smirk, but saw how he tensed up. His grip on the hilt of Faust tightened even more than it already was. Sophitia looked at Siegfried with a slight amount of worry in her eyes. Siegfried saw this and just shrugged it off as they continued walking. The small band of friends kept trudging along into the darkness, unaware of what they were truly going to face.
End Chapter
A/N::: Srry it was short, and sorry for the wait. Major case of writers block plus big ass chemistry mid-term. Gah, plus a mild loss of inspiration. NE ways..... R&R plz so that I can keep writing or I'm discontinuing this fic *holds a pair of scissors near a cord holding his fic in place* go ahead, try me!!! GWAHAHAHAH *cuts the cord on accident* gah damnit!!! Anyways, more to come. . . . .try and stick with me.