The environment that surrounded him could not but distract the tornado that perfectly characterized his current state of mind, he had retired with a mug of beer to the corner of the large room and was sitting by a table in complete solitude.

On the table on which he was resting with his forearms there was only his helmet, removed to allow him to enjoy the alcoholic drink "Even if calling it beer would be an insult... it would be more appropriate to call it cat piss" he thought with a grimace at the taste; His eyes continued to check the other people around him, some were busy talking to each other in groups, others were enjoying themselves with certain "dancers" ... still others were collapsed on their tables completely passed out.

The structure was nothing special, he could notice 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 from damn 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 lost hole that was lucky enough to be located in a rich deposit of red crystals.

He had been waiting too long for the arrival of his debtor "I'm sure he's already plotting with some other friend of his to kill me and not pay me" he snorted with dark humor, this was supposed to be just a small stop to refuel and leave south, but obviously had to be stopped by the mine boss who was in desperate need of help "All this trouble for a goddamn killer mole hole" he kept thinking with annoyance as he remembered those disgusting animals, he still couldn't believe the fact that a mighty wizard had the brilliant idea of creating cursed moles fused with magic and releasing them into nature "And he also had to give those scumbags the ability to spit acid" he thought while out of the corner of his eye he could see a person approaching to him… and unfortunately he wasn't the one Peter was supposed to meet.

His hair and beard were thick and unkempt, his skin marked by the hard life in the mine and worn out clothes... the thing that most struck him was the face adorned with bruises on his face; when he was at a suitable distance he spoke "H-Hello Sir" he said with a tremor in his voice "I-I d-need to talk to you" he said pulling down his farmer's hat and straightening his hat.

Peter stared at him in silence with an indecipherable gaze just before nodding his head "Sure" he said as he adjusted his position on the chair and with a movement of his arm pointed to the other worn chair "please sit down"

In response the farmer gulped. "A-Actually I-I'd rather talk to you outside… i-if possible," he said, even though his eyes almost begged him to accept the proposition, as if his whole life depended on it.

Peter stared at him with a frown, an idea was already forming in his mind as to why he had to go out… and especially in the middle of the night "I don't see why not" he said as he got up from his chair, creating a creaking noise and he grabbed his helmet from the table "Lead the way" he said as he opened his right arm in the direction towards the pub's exit.

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 look and already imagining the scenario that was beginning to form in his head; the farmer flung open the battered door, creating a creaking noise, stopped short in the middle of the muddy, weathered road.

The outside had a light rain accompanied by a rather thick fog "This place can't get the only clear sky in the sky for even a fucking day" Peter complained as he put on his helmet and tied it at the bottom of his jaw with some resistant lace, he brought his gaze to the farmer, who was looking around with extreme discomfort and slight terror "So... how many are there?" Peter asked as he looked around disinterestedly.

"W-What?" the farmer asked, stiffening at the declaration.

"The ones who reduced your face to that state and who most likely also forced you to take me out of that shit hole" Peter said while pointing his thumb at the tavern he had just come out of "You know you should work more on your… acting quality, I realized that almost immediately you know?" there seemed to be some humor in the tone.

The farmer began to back away from the ever growing fear and tried to justify himself "I... n-it wasn't my intention... they were... I s-I'm terribly sorry" he said as he knelt on the muddy ground "P-Please... t-they… I -I implore... don't d-do to me any harm" concluded by tilting his head towards the ground.

Peter stared up at him in complete silence, a silence far too eerie for the other person kneeling in the mud "I-I had no choice… they threatened to kill my f-family"

This made Peter stiffen slightly "You don't have to worry" he said as he patted him on the shoulder "Killing helpless peasants would ruin my reputation...but I need to know where they are, how many they are and who hired them" he began to take on a more serious tone as he squatted down to be level with him.

The farmer was silent for a few moments, but then he began to speak "I-I don't know how many there are, but q-those who joined me at the f-farm were just over ten"

"Were you supposed to take me to your farm?" Peter asked, to the farmer's positive response, in the form of a shake of his head, he continued "Who paid them? few 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, but he wanted direct confirmation.

"T-The owner of the mine you freed from h-those monsters," he said, cementing the suspicions that Peter already had.

Peter let out a sigh "As always those fucking assholes come out for what they are…useless parasites" he got up from his crouched position "Where's your farm?" he asked looking around the rural landscape "I would like to pay those fucking cunts a visit"

"B-Just follow this road until you cross the third mill you see and then take the road that passes next to it" he said as he stood up "M-My family is with them... please, I beg you, save them... they are everything for me"

"Can you pay enough?" Peter asked casually.

"Not much," the farmer admitted with a smirk.

Peter stared at him in silence for a few moments of silence "I'll make it enough for me" he said with a sigh and then pointing to the tavern "Wait for me there, I'll come back with your family... unless they're already dead" with this last sentence he turned around, walking towards his destination… He didn't mind the other man's look of horror.

"Holy shit, how long does it take that fucking potato eater to bring that guy over?" angrily asked one of the men who had sat around a fire set up in the center of the farmhouse.

"Criston, gods… can you keep calm for even a fucking day?" he bit one of the other men who was sipping a canteen of what he thought was wine…or something like it at least.

"He must have been here for an hour already… I don't like it when people don't fulfill 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 humor in his tone.

"Fuck you Arthur," he growled at the other man as he spooned on the prepared stew.

"Guys… we have his wife and daughter, as much as he is a fucking farmer, he is not a coward" joined the discussion another individual, who until then was cleaning his blade.

"Are you so sure Gregor?" Criston asked doubtfully "How do you know that farmer isn't now hundreds of kilometers away from us? What tells you he's not coming back now with a fucking contingent of heavily armed soldiers? Tell me Gregor, how the fuck do you know?" The venom was palpable in Criston's tone.

"This part of the land is not patrolled by any contingent and any barracks are far too far away to be able to reach it in a single day, especially on foot... but I doubt that you fucking know that" 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 your shitty tongue, Gregor," he hissed with pure contempt.

"If anyone here is going to swallow anything here it's you…and it will be my cock" a smirk that showed off his uncared-for teeth.

Criston snapped and tried to pounce on the other man when he was stopped by Arthur.

"Fuck you Arthur" Criston bit angrily.

"You're not my type Criston... and I won't repeat it, go for a walk, go pee, I don't care what you do, just calm down" he ordered authoritatively.

The other man grunted and walked away muttering a "Fucking asshole"

Arthur stared at him as he disappeared from view across the small clearing that flanked the farmhouse, heaved a sigh and sat back down. "Thanks Arthur… not that I needed any help with that scrawl," Gregor said to the other man.

Arthur grunted and went back to drinking his wine from the flask "However the rat is right about one thing, it's strange that the guy hasn't arrived yet, especially if we have his family hostage" Gregor said after a few moments of silence.

"Maybe the guy he was supposed to bring here killed him," Arthur speculated as he took another sip of his wine.

"Then why don't we talk about it with the guy who hired us?" Gregor asked confusedly.

"Because we'll get paid for tomorrow too if we make it through tonight" said Arthur "And plus we won't risk any losses, we win on every line my friend" finished the bottle 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 rolling his shoulders and creating a snap of the bones.

Gregor laughed "Shit, now I understand why you are the one dealing with our partners"

Arthur grunted and continued to consume his water bottle, the minutes passed when suddenly he heard the sound of breaking branches and turned his head towards the clearing where Criston had disappeared a few minutes before "Criston I swear to every god if you won't stop with this bullshit I'll cut your balls" Gregor commented, most likely after hearing that noise too, when he didn't answer the man's anger increased and he got up from his position "Good! When I'm done with you you little shit even the fucking gods won't recognize you!" with each word he increased his pace towards the clearing, regardless of Arthur's calls "I've been waiting for months now for the perfect opportunity to make you-"

His speech was interrupted by a dart erupting from the bushes which lodged between his eyes, the force of the blow caused his head to snap back slightly which contributed to his falling onto his back, his angry expression it hadn't changed.

Arthur snapped almost instantly "FUCK FOR COVER!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs as he ran for cover behind the cart, not bothering to look which way the others had gone; In his run, however, he felt a sudden twinge of pain flared up from his calf and almost made him fall, but he decided not to stop, even though he had begun to limp, in the last few meters he threw himself on it without hesitation, he could feel like some splinters of wood stuck in his hands.

He could hear a loud howl from behind his back and followed by a yelp of pain, looking up slightly he could watch in horror as what looked like an overly large black wolf and had its teeth sunk into the stomach of one of his men, who was desperately trying to break free, but only favoring the laceration of his flesh "Holy shit" he cursed while pulling out of his pocket two strange stones of different and slightly bright colors, blue and green, which began to light up more and more, he rubbed them together like flints.

He got up from his position with a slight strain on his bleeding calf and aimed the green stone at the wolf, which by now had sliced the unfortunate victim in half and proceeded to emit small lightning bolts from his figure.

SGZUM!

The ejected lightning moved with incredible speed towards the dog, which had just finished slaughtering the unfortunate… but before the lightning could strike the wolf figure, someone stood between him and the incoming lightning, which struck the shield of the unknown man, creating a thunderous metallic sound.

DENG!

For a moment a glaring light did not allow him to see anything in the first moments, but when his vision returned to its standard he could see an armored man several meters away from him, at his feet the grass had been completely scorched, leaving only a few small flames and behind him the wolf bared his teeth with a loud growl.

The armor was mostly black, except for a motif in the center of the chest of white color and in the shape of a spider, whose legs branched out to his back, his helmet had two lenses; Arthur could see that there was some sort of crossbow mechanism on his left wrist, he looked down at his painful leg and saw a dart stuck in his calf "Son of a bitch" he cursed mentally.

"Wow... a wizard, it's been a while since you've been seen" the man in front of him commented with what seemed like amusement in his tone "And especially in the company of cheap mercenaries" as he spoke he didn't seem to care at all about the corpse dismembered by the wolf.

"Who… the fuck are you?" Arthur asked angrily, even though his heart was starting to hurt.

"The guy that your cocksucking boss ordered to kill… I have to say his money wasn't spent very well, 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 "Go outside and maybe I won't cut your balls off! If you have them of course" the last part he said more calmly, at the sentence three men... and strangely also a woman, rose from their shelters, one of them held back a wound in the shoulder, the man in armor gave a round of applause mocking "Wow... what great warriors, one sentence is enough for me to make you surrender" he said with surprise, then followed by a laugh "I bet my life that if that farmer had come he would have defeated you all" he continued to mock them with deep amusement in tone.

Arthur in the meantime had leaned against the cart and started clutching his chest "I-I h-have... yeah... u-understood t-that-" suddenly he vomited blood on the cart, the others gasped for the action, especially the woman, who was about to move, but was stopped by the man in black armor.

"I don't recommend it, honey" he said casually as he approached Arthur, the wolf on his shoulder stared at the other men with exposed canines, arrived close enough to Arthur he spoke "

again "If you're wondering the poison that is slowly killing you I extracted from the emerald spiders of the island of Krakoa... perhaps the most poisonous ever encountered so far" he leaned casually against the wagon and stared amused at Arthur, who was now making it more and more difficult to stand up "It must be horrible, right? Having the awareness that you are inexorably approaching the-"

His speech was interrupted by the blood-red retching that erupted from Arthur's mouth and startled his companions, he fell backwards and blood began to flow from his eyes, all accompanied by uncontrollable convulsions… the minutes passed in a deathly silence while the only sounds emitted were Arthur's gurgling, while the man in armor stared bored at everything, he turned his head towards the other individuals and could see how the woman was staring at him with pure contempt in her eyes, a smirk formed under his helmet "I guess you fucked him huh?"

The woman grit her teeth while not moving her gaze "Fuck you" she growled at him and wasted no time in lunging at the man, but was intercepted by the wolf, the jaws penetrated the flesh and muscles, even going so far as to shatter the neck bone.

The other two men watched in horror as the beast shook its body left and right until it ripped its head off its body and sent it flying in a random direction. in armour, he looked at the farm "Tell me… how many others are with you?" he asked the two remaining men, he was sure whoever was in that house had heard something.

"II The guy who hired us," one of the men answered without hesitation.

This made the other individual enraged "Fucking bastard, you sell us like damned rats at the minimum-"

His speech was interrupted by a thrown knife that lodged itself in his throat, he took a few steps backwards, just before lolling and falling to the ground with a thud, he held his throat in desperation as the blood overflowed without stopping "How rude interrupt the others" commented the armored man shaking his head, he turned his attention to the last man standing "Go ahead"

"S-Some of us went to a nearby city 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 just now, there should be only the guy who hired us with a woman and her daughter

"They are still alive then" thought the man in armor, he nodded to the declarations of the other man "How are the woman and the little girl?" he asked as he scratched the canine's ear.

The man blanched slightly. "T-They…um, you know h-how t-these things go, a lot of us h-haven't seen f-pussy in t-too long," he explained nervously.

A silence fell in the area... a silence that did not sanction anything good, but suddenly a laugh erupted from the armored man, which surprised, and not a little, the other individual "I see... a lonely and helpless woman with her daughter , it's a golden opportunity" she moved from the wagon and approached him and when it invaded his personal space she spoke again "I just need you to grant one last request and then I'll let you go" the tone was… indecipherable for the mercenary, as if every fiber of emotion had been stripped from the body of the man who now stood before him.

"C-Sure…anything to repay my debt for your mercy," she said overeagerly.

He wouldn't have done it if he'd seen the grim smile that had formed on the covered face of the armored man.

"Make that scrawny stop crying" an overweight man hissed as he aimed the blade menacingly at the woman's stomach, he was holed up in a room with his two hostages, the little girl hadn't stopped sobbing and her face had turned red .

"Y-Yes, b-but p-please don't-" her prayers were cut short by the man who punched her in the stomach, made her lean forward and onto his knees.

"I told you to shut her fucking mouth up, not beg me like a common whore," he growled as he frantically scanned the room, as if afraid that at any moment someone would break into the room… which could happen in the situation in which which he had found himself.

"H-Hey darling… shhh, calm down, no one will hurt you anymore baby" said the woman approaching the crying little girl and hugging her as tight as possible, as if she was afraid of losing her "Dad will come back and everything will be fine, but you have to stop crying , okay? Please do it for mom"

The little girl seemed to calm down slightly and returned the hug "Mom I-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 clinging even more to her mother.

The two had moved to the corner of the room, as far as possible from the overweight man, who was now looking out the window at the outside, could see the body severed in half of one of the mercenaries he had hired "Shit" he said "Shit, shit, shit..." he started to panic.

CRASH!

Suddenly the window broke and a severed head hit the floor, making it red, his eyes and teeth had been gouged out and his mouth was filled with a sheet of paper; The man approached cautiously and had to hold back the vomiting bile that had come up his throat and was about to be expelled.

He removed the rolled sheet of paper and unrolled it, he found himself reading a few words probably written 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, he stared at the two figures huddled in the corner and approached the two with a quick stride, he clutched the woman tightly, he could now see exactly her split lip and slightly swollen eye.

"Your husband is more stupid than I imagined," he hissed as he pulled his blade from his 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 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 pushed her, causing her to fall to the floor "get the fuck out and take that freak 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 daughter "Hey my baby, we have to go... daddy is waiting for us" she said as she escorted her daughter towards the front exit.

"Will bad men hurt us no more?" the little girl asked innocently, as she remained anchored to her mother and they passed the living room.

Her mother, before opening the door to the outside, looked down at her daughter and smiled reassuringly at her, even if her bleeding lip didn't help "Of course baby, they won't do anything to us anymore" she brought her gaze back in front of her and finally opened the door .

The sight in front of her was nothing short of gruesome, she could see the man completely sliced in half and the body of a woman without the head on the other side... she could also notice a pool of blood that was expanding behind her chariot; she wasted no time in covering her daughter's eyes and picking her up; In front of her, a few tens of meters away, there was a figure in black armor flanked by a large black wolf with disturbing blue eyes, he seemed relaxed, but didn't waste time studying them "I guess you're the wife" the man in the black armor commented.

"Y-You… are you with my husband?" she asked carefully, as she held her daughter tightly.

This made the armored man smile "Yes, he's 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-"

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" A scream of pure pain filled the deathly silence of the farm, the woman gasped and squeezed her daughter tighter, who covered her ears as best she could.

The man smiled under the helmet "I don't think you know?" he look down at the wolf, who was staring at the two figures in front of them "Fenris… it's better if you accompany them to the city" The animal stared at him as if he understood what Peter had just said and glared in approval, brought back the look at the woman "I see it as a very 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 harder voice as she checked on the wolf who had gotten a little too close to them, even if he didn't seem aggressive towards them… more than anything else 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 he turned the corner to reach his "former employer"

the woman let out a sigh and then lowered her gaze towards the wolf, which was staring at her with its mouth open and its tongue hanging out, seemed to be just waiting for her to start; she let out a sigh and started walking towards her destination.

If there was one thing Peter couldn't bear anymore, it was double-crossing, subterfuge, betrayal... everything that was part of his world, but by now he had gotten used to it, he knew that one way or another he would get what was due to him.

When he was younger he couldn't fully understand the world around him, his vision was too simple, good and evil, truth and lies… everything had only two sides and he believed that following the right path was the only way to move forward, to live a life worth living, but learned that reality is far more complex.

Good guys don't exist and whoever believes they are, or makes others believe they are, eventually proves themselves for what they really are and he learned this the hard way, the smiles, the pats on the back, the promises… everything it was and still is total 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 wound in the calf, but it had all been plugged with a rag… unfortunately not properly cleaned.

He always found their arrogance amusing, their certainty of always being able to escape, so much so that 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 was created especially for them.

The man got up from his position, he had sat on a fallen log, he approached the bound man and gave him a violent slap on the face, the action made his head snap to the side and woke him up "W-What fuck!" he said confused as he cleared his vision.

His face blanched 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 smell filled his nostrils and he looked around and his gaze fell on the pile of dismembered corpses and not stacked a few feet away from him "T-T-You… did you kill them all?" he asked amazed.

"Yes... and it wasn't difficult, you should spend your money more wisely" he answered with amusement, leaning against the fallen trunk there 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 triple!" the bound man said imploringly.

"And in return you would like to be freed," the armored man said with his arms folded across his chest.

"That's all I ask," he said, emphasizing it all with a nod of his head.

"What are the orders of the other mercenaries stranded in the city?"

"What?" the chubby man asked in confusion.

"The other bandits left in the city, what they have to do? What are their orders?"

The tied man stared at him for a few seconds of silence just before answering "T-They have orders to return to the farm tomorrow morning"

"Why only tomorrow? Operating in a city for too long is never a good idea… especially when you can collide with some patrols" this course of action was strange for him, he always preferred the hit and run… never staying in one place for too long .

"I-I don't know okay? They had some business with a banker in the city, that's all I know and they wanted to take things slow" he froze for a moment as he slightly moved his arms pinned to his torso "L-Listen, let me go and I swear those guys won't bother you… you have my word"

Peter smiled under the 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 I hadn't tried another false promise, I would have even agreed to let you go" the man's tone was cold as ice, suddenly I bring my hands to the sides of his thick head "Unfortunately you really pissed me off" he hissed the last words.

CRACK!

With a fluid movement he broke the nobleman's neck bone, also causing said bone to come out from the side of the neck and causing blood to gush, with a grunt he dropped him on the ground on his back; He stared at the body for a few moments before grunting and grabbing the shovel. "Time to get his hands dirty Peter," he said to himself as he began to dig into the ground and create a grave big enough for the piled up bodies.

By now night had fallen and Peter was lying on the bed in the room that had been given to him by his family, his armor had been undone and he was wearing much simpler and lighter clothes, the room was quite small and featured a small wardrobe alongside a chest of drawers, the window had been closed, but still some wind was able to pass through and cool the room.

Fenris was outside acting as a lookout, he never liked being locked up anywhere, whether it was a cage or a large villa of some nobleman… after all he was a wolf, a wolf who still had that wild streak in him, Peter he would never have wanted to snatch it from him, that animal was the only thing he could call a friend at that moment in his life... and not just any one.

Peter was staring blankly at the ceiling as he thought of what had happened upon the return of the little family, whose names he had even 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 that were supposed to replace the damaged ones... Peter would have been satisfied with what he would have found from the bandits, after all from those he killed that day he had already accumulated a nice hoard of coins and also a small ring taken from the woman of the group.

He decided he didn't want to punish the farmer named Tristan, not because he felt any pity for him and his family… but more because he knew perfectly well that the man didn't really own anything of value, hell they even had to sell the engagement ring that Tristan had to work hard to buy.

He had to admit that he missed resting on a bed, even though it was simple it still proved incredibly comfortable and his body could only relax under its softness. "Holy God... how I missed it" he said with a sigh of satisfaction.

"Glad to know that my champion" a sultry dark voice erupted from the darkness of the room.

This made him focus his gaze from across 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 concerned…more what else annoyed by the presence that had just manifested itself in the room and interrupted his little moment of stillness "What do you want?" the man asked grumpily with a grunt.

A decidedly feminine chuckle erupted from the figure "Oh my little champion… you can't even imagine how much your behavior towards me hurts me" can see through the black of darkness the figure shifting sitting on the bed Peter is occupying, the body decidedly feminine, it almost seems to blend in with the eyes of men.

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 happened when he placed a hand as black as night on her thigh, it was cold… too cold even for a corpse or an ice spirit from the distant Frost Mountains "What are you doing?" his tone bordered on a growl.

The smile of the female figure widened, accentuated by the red color of the lips "Can't I give a little affection to my dear champion?" she asked almost innocently.

"You can do many things, destroy entire civilizations, dim the sun, erase stars… but showing affection isn't one of them" his eyes narrowed as he grabbed her wrist, that feeling always sent a shiver down his spine… it was as if he touched evil in solid form, as if at any moment his own soul was being devoured.

The smile didn't give in to the physical and spoken response of his champion, he leaned out his face, his hair was black and moved freely, as if it had a life of its own "You can't even imagine how AFFECTIVE I can be my handsome champion" he freed himself from the grip steel with ease and rubbed the man's cheek slowly.

Peter was paralysed, his muscles were stiff and his eyes totally steady and ready "What… the fuck… you want?" he growled at the woman as he also leaned over, emphasizing it by gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw.

The woman giggled just before grabbing the man's jaw and forcing him to turn his head to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, she moved away from him with incredible fluidity, in fact she seemed to levitate in the room "Where are you going to go tomorrow… obviously later that you'll have played hero with this nice peasant family" his tone seemed to exude a certain degree of contempt.

Peter hissed "I'm not a hero… you made me realize that a long time ago" his tone was tinged with anger, but the woman could still detect a certain degree of bitterness "anyway I really don't know where to go… I thought I'd push myself further further south, in the lands of the red sun, there are rumors that a new group of followers of the blood king are regrouping "

The woman was staring at him with interest and suddenly she teleported to the window and with a wave of her hand she opened it wide, bringing a certain amount of freshness into the room, she leaned against it and looked towards the peasant landscape "How much I love places like this... the complete silence, as if all life had been sucked into the darkness…the dark…from me"

"It surprises me how you manage to ruin even the most beautiful things" Peter commented sarcastically as he got up and went to the window too, he tried not to look at a certain part of the woman's body that was accentuated by his accentuated position.

The woman looked behind her and gave him a provocative smile "And you love it… and not just that about me" she said as she wiggled a certain part of her body.

"Suck me," he bit as he leaned his shoulder against the wall and kept an adequate distance from the mass of shadows.

"You don't know how much I would like it" she commented in a sultry tone to the growl in response of the man he continued "The tranquility of this place is almost incomparable ... one of the few angles of this world not yet corrupted and destroyed by the hand of man" The tone it almost seemed... sadly nostalgic, he turned his head towards his champion "You know, even the islands of Paradise demonstrate this same beauty" And with this sentence the woman disappeared and manifested herself on the bed in a provocative position that accentuated her curves.

The man was confused "Islands of Paradise?" it had been a long time since he set foot on those islands, which could be described in many ways… but Paradise was not one of them.

"You can't even imagine the hidden beauty of those places" A smile formed on the woman's face "My champion… what are you waiting for? Join me" he said, patting the side of the still-vacant bed.

"Fuck you" Peter said "I want to sleep... not having to play as a sex toy for a false goddess" he narrowed his eyes in the direction of the woman.

The figure for the first time seemed annoyed. "Look out my champion… your goodness has a limit, even towards you" the tone suggested that his threat was not one of the false ones.

Peter could only 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 now learned her limits... above all when she had to hurt him in some way.

The woman moved at lightning speed and found herself a few centimeters from Peter's face "You don't know how much I like your insolence" the tone was sultry, but in between 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 grip his neck and encircled him with both palms "Everything you hide under this skin, under these muscles…inside your soul…all of you is a delicious meal that only I can taste" His lips approach her ear "And you don't know how hungry I am now"

He grabbed her wrists. "Then go find someone else and have fun tormenting him." An animal growl escapes from Peter's throat, his eyes staring at her red and flaming ones.

She pulled away from him, breaking free from his grip "Waiting only adds to the pleasure for me…Ser Peter" the last two words are full of mockery and before Peter culd have answered she disappeared, leaving the floor beneath her lightly stained black.

Peter stared at the now empty space for several seconds, just before closing his eyes and whispering "Fuck"