Chapter 1:The Demonic Dream
Right now I'm blowing off steam by fighting some vyrewatches with my blisterwood polearm. Vyrewatches were another version of a bloodsucking vampire. Winged, the sharpest senses, and invincible to all normal weapons except for the Ivandis Flail and blisterwood
weapons. I was wearing full torva plate armor to fight them.
To my left three vyrewatches, to my right five of them. "Heh, I was hoping more of you would show up sooner or later." I said almost happily. "We shall suck you dry of blood and feed you to the werewolves!" One of them said. "Be careful! He has a blisterwood weapon!" Another said. They all hissed at me.
I smirked, they had no idea of the amount of trouble they were in. One vyrewatch was getting ready to dive bomb me, when he did I waited till the last second, grabbed his wing and threw him into the ground with a loud thud and cracking of bones. While he was on the ground I flipped the polearm upside down, and stabbed him in the back, going through his spine and vital organs, black blood just seeped out. "Anyone else?" I said calmly. They just stared at me with a face of shock, like "what in the name of Zamorak just happened?"
After they snapped back into reality, two of the vyrewatches went after me. They were going for me from the sides so I did what any highly trained ex-soldier would do. I jumped into the air letting them collide into each other. When I landed on top of them I just skewered them on the polearm. The thing about a blisterwood weapon is that it absorbs a tiny amount of vyrewatch blood, increasing its power for a tiny amount of time.
After which the remaining vyrewatches went after me with rage in the soulless hearts. The one that appeared to be a higher ranking vyrewatch had a dark blood red magic orb in his hand. He was planning on hitting me with it so he could absorb a portion of my blood from afar. One vyrewatch went for my polearm, while another one went for my blisterwood stakes at my side. The rest just went for melee claw attacks at me.
I dodged the two going for my blisterwood weapons, but was clawed on my torva plate, which unsurprisingly didn't leave a scratch, instead it broke off a piece of his claw. "Ha! Looks like torva is too strong for your- woah!" I dodged an incoming blood drain magical attack, which almost hit me in the chest. I fought with extreme ferocity. I was parrying attacks, blocking them, dodging them, and attacking all at once. I knew I would have to stop at some point. All of a sudden I was teleported out of the fight.
"Thought you could use a little help there, Eric." I looked at who it was and it was a greater demon. "Great, now what?" I said with annoyance. "Straight to the point I like that." The demon said. "Just spit out, what do want!" I said losing patience. "To recruit you for Zamorak, my dear friend, I saw what you could do in combat. With your skills Zamorak shall prevail!" the demon said with excitement. "I will never join Zamorak, shouldn't he know I am one of the godless." I said with a bit of anger in my tone. Just then I was teleported out of the demon's presence. The last thing I saw was disappointment, with a hint of happiness, in his face.