Chapter 8
I held my sword firm. I was shaking and quivering. The beast had got the better of me. My ears could hear the cackle of my father. I knew he was lurking somewhere above of me. You could hear the creak of the floor boards above. Suddenly, he jumped down from the roof with a humungous thud, sending splinters of wood into my face. It hurt like hell.
"So back for more?" he challenged me.
"You bet!" I said wiping all the splinters off my face and charged at him.
The beast hit its talons at me but I blocked it with my sword. I could start to see cracks in the sword. 'Not good' I thought in my mind, 'It had to last the fight'. Whilst I was thinking about that my father, he picked up an old wooden chest and chucked it at me. I dodged it scarcely. I landed doing a forward roll and stood up as quick as the speed of light.
"I'm doing this for your own good, father," I shouted through gritted teeth and with that the beast ran to the top of the stairs; not looking back.
"Come on son, let's see who's the best!" and pointed his fingers in a 'come here' gesture so I ran to the staircase. I had better sense than that but now it was becoming more personal. I knew as soon as I reached the top of the staircase it was a trap. The demons came rushing in, sending the door in a billion pieces, and fired at the ground below.
"No turning back now," father said to me. Suddenly, he hit the ground with his Godzilla fists. I jumped and held onto a nearby rope. The staircase collapsed into the flames below.
I landed with a thud. The fight was immense; I blocked his fists and talons with my sword and he blocked my sword with his talons. We could barely see each other through the smoke. The demons came to fight as well.
"Stay back you fools, this is my battle and my battle alone!" he growled at his servants.
Whilst he was growling at his servants I saw a rug through the thick smoke. As an instinct I pulled it from under his feet. The brute fell over and tripped over the floor we were on. I grabbed his arm. The pain of holding his weight was excruciating. Sweat was pouring down my face.
"Why don't you leave me to die?"
"Because you're my father, I can help you,"
"That was what your mother said before I killed her!"
"I'm my own person," I shouted through gritted teeth with agony. Just then he scratched my arm and fell into the pit of the fire, in casing their victim with smoke and pure gold. I lay on my back and wiped my forehead. I had succeeded and failed my mission. The demons came up to me.
"I don't mean any harm," I told them with panic in my voice but they just stared at me. I ran into the wall and jumped out into the world with the demons following.
The following hours that past I saw and heard suffering and pain. After all the terror which made me feel happy I saw fresh blood on the talons which were as sharp as daggers; with fur as black as night on my body.