Down in the basement of the Abandoned church
Karasuma cautiously climbed down the stairs that had graced his sight shortly after going through that doorway, the near-death experience and almost being spotted due to his own mistake replaying themselves in his mind to his annoyance. Multiple years of left-out training had taken a toll on him, such as the rust he currently was in the process of shaking off. Then there was the fact that he'd been winded by stealth killing that guard outside the church side entrance, that normally wouldn't have happened… or maybe it would, since he could tell that these pale-skinned vampire wannabes were built differently.
Nevertheless, this was not something Karasuma had encountered before, he'd never expected that his skills and body's functions would deteriorate so much if he slacked off on his training. When he's done rescuing the kidnapped people, he'd make sure to fix this immediately because this was just unacceptable for someone like him. In order to head straight back into shape, Karsuma would start with some exercise routines, edible foods, and drinking lots of protein shakes.
When he finally arrived at the lower floors, he entered a room that had torches hung along the walls acting as light sources. Seeing that he didn't need them anymore because of this, the unic coach took off his night-vision goggles and looked at his surroundings which allowed him to see a hallway, both sides having iron bars which led to him realizing them as cells. Judging from the sounds he was hearing, Karasuma figured he'd achieved the objective of locating the victims due to seeing various appendages sticking out the bars. Walking up to one of the cells, Karasuma peered in and saw that they containe prisoners of varying appearances.
Upon seeing a humanoid shadow overcome his frail-looking physique, one of them who looked to be a male university student, slowly raised his head to see the source.
Initially spotting an imposing visage he visibly flinched, figuring it was one of the 'monsters' (he could hardly call such sick scum people) here to torment them again.
However, when he saw that it instead belonged to the gym coach Karasuma. As he could tell by the almost iconic way the man sharpened his eyes, the missing student widened his eyes and made to say something if the coach didn't put his finger over his mouth, making a shushing gesture.
The student quickly sussed out the message of the coach not wanting his cover to be blown just yet, and quietened down. He then proceeded to crawl on all fours to the iron bars till he reached them, grasping the bars with his frail-looking hands before he whispered in a low, hushed voice. "Coach! I'm so happy to see you here!"
"I am as well. Though it's not the time for conversation, I need to know where they keep the keys. Do you know where they might keep it?" Karasuma asked the student, running his gaze along his frame to gauge his current condition.
Now he didn't have any illusions that the victims would be treated well, not everyone followed the western rules on warfare after all (just llike the germans did with biological weaponry during WW1). But the sight before him still made anger start to bubble inside of him like poisonous acid, since the student clearly had seen better days. Not only diid he look like a frail twig due to likely malnourishment, but he showed signs of constant beatings such as bruisings all over the exposed portions of his body, various stab wounds seeming to have been made more for inflicting pain than actually killing him, whilst his right eye had been blackened to force it shut.
As if sensing the coach's silent fury at his state, the student hurriedly shook his head in negatively at his question. "I don't know where they keep the keys sir, but if I might guess it might be further down the halls. But be careful." The student gripped the cell bar slightly tighter at the memories dragged up currently, as evidenced by the scared shitless expression forming on his face. Even when he spoke it looked like it took a great amount of mental strength likely summoned from sheer willpower to keep his tone level. "These…..monsters are planning something, sir. I don't know what it is but I'm too scared to think about those things. You have to hurry Mr. Karasuma before its too late."
"I will not be long." Karasuma replied to him, nodding his head to which the student mimicked the gesture. Karasuma then took a few steps back from the cell before he continued forward down the halls, passing by the people that were held here. Some of them he had recognized as his students, others he saw were likely their relatives while a small few he couldn't tell by a quick glance, which made him wonder briefly just how many had been taken from their homes under everyone's noses.
Despite wanting to cut the cell bars down, Karasuma knew he couldn't risk it because he'll attract the attention of the guards, and he had a suspicion he knew what the kid was referring to. From what he could tell, the poor boy looked genuinely terrified whenever he thought of them, it was like the feeling he himself had before when he'd almost gotten caught by those guards, and whatever they were planning must be REAL bad judging from what he'd seen of them thus far. Karasuma needed to hurry quickly as possible before it's too late and avoid those colossal beings.
'Dammit, the situation was getting worse each minute…' Karasuma thought to himself, pressing his lips together to distract himself and prevent his walking speed from increasing too much. While passing by one particular prison cell however, the uni coach paused his stride when he heard a woman's cry that caused him to glance inside.
"They'll never have you…..my baby, my sweet little boy…shhhh mommy's here, they won't hurt you, I promise….All the bad people will be gone…." The old woman mumbled, holding what looked to be a small bundle of leather wrappings close to her near nonexistent chest area… although the form inside of it according to his trained gaze didn't look like it was living anymore.
….God, people were suffering here more than he could've ever suspected. Almost, just almost Karasuma exploded in rage. His hand's fist gripped itself as hard as he can which succeeded in drawing blood, veins showing on his forehead while the expression he sported was one of a man close to erupting into a berserker frenzy.
If there was God, why didn't he come and save these people from their undeserved suffering? Why did he just stay atop his throne and observe these people suffering? Why can't he answer the prayers of those who seek miracles from him? Why did he allow these evils to roam around the world? Death, disease, hunger, suffering all these he could have done something with his so-called omnipotent powers, yet he chose to work in a 'mysterious' freaking way…
… yeah, it was clear as day that Karasuma had long lost his faith in God, perhaps he had for a while.
Closing his eyes and taking multiple deep breaths, the man forced himself to calm his state of mind as to not lose himself to his rage. Not only would ranting and raving about a supposed deity's lack of consideration for his subjects not be meaningful, it'll jeopardize the whole mission and likely endanger everyone's lives which was the EXACT thing Karasuma intended to avoid.
The child within his mother's arms….the poor woman didn't even seem to realize he was no longer a part of the world of the living.
Finally, Karasuma located the rack in which the keys hung from, one located at the end of the hall right by where the door was. He got up and got the keys from the rack, yet when he did this the man head a loud noise soon afterward.
BOOM!
"?! What the?!" Karasuma looked around, saw the prisoners were panicking. The coach looked up the ceiling as it shake from the pressure, dust falling down through the cracks. He narrowed his eyes as there are other continuous boom sounds like as if they were….preparing something.
Widening his eyes in realization he quickly got the keys and ran to the door. Opening each cell door. "Quickly everyone! Head to the entrance!" Karasuma instructed them, the students and parents promptly heading his instructions likely out of self-preservation by starting to file out of the cells.
Soon the man had opened every last cell block in the hallway with each of those once trapped within starting to make for the exit. Karasuma quickly took point to lead them though, seeing as he had been the one to break them out and had the most experience among them with this type of scenario. He led them through the hallway towards the stairs leading to the entrance, hoping that whatever was going on up there wouldn't endanger them in any capacity despite knowing from experience that those sounds resembled explosions, meaning that a fight was likely going on…
Right when he opened the entrance to scout ahead for the group stil on the stairs, one of his female students noticed something from out the corner of her eye that came from the side up in front of them. She quickly lost what remained of her skin complexion in exchange for becoming ghostly pale while she called out to him from behind the convoy. "WATCH OUT COACH!"
"Huh?" Just when he heard his student's call Karasuma jumped back when all of a sudden a chainsaw very nearly bisected him horizontally. The man quickly landed on all fours and shifted to face the cause, while gesturing for the door to be shut by someone, anyone. Fortunately one of them had been smart enough to realize the implications and promptly did so, separating the convoy from their sole protector…
As well as the one who'd ambushed him.
"Hhhhaaaaa, seems off we have some intruders trying to escape our grasp." Back with the uni coach, Karasuma got a clear view of who had nearly ambushed him. There were two of the pale guards standing a few feet away armed with those strange sword/chainsaw hybrid weapons, ones he decided to designate as 'chainswords' in their hands. Both of them lacked helmets exposing their fanged smiles, one licking their chapped-looking lips like a vampire about to sink into his meal whereas the other lickied his tongue across his chainsword.
One of them sneered at Karasuma, almost hissing in agitation that their ambush had not succeeded. "I guess we need to discipline all of them, especially HER." he spat, likely referring to the female student who had alerted their prey to their presence.
The other, the one who had coincidentally been licking his Chainsword, cackled like a madman from an insane asylum "Why don;t you allow me to take the first honor by skewering him up, brother? Tying his flesh to a hook while tearing it apart and injecting poison in his bloodstream, little by little, sounds rather pleasant right now."
VROOOOOOMMM!
The sound of the chainsword revving to life filled the air, its many blades almost resembling teeth as the weapon shared a resemblance to an animal chomping at the seems at the thought of bloodshed.
None of this fazed Karasuma however, instead the former UK military member narrowed his eyes at the both of them while tilting his head from side by side (several cracking sounds accompanying the loosening of his neck muscles) before he pulled out his AR15 and adjusted it. He then promptly raised it, aiming at both of them. "I'm afraid your little ceremony will have to be on hold permanently, simply because it ends here. Tonight." he stated coldly.
The one who had sneered earlier (Karasuma would regard him as 'Sneer' for lack of a name) cackled in a similar manner to his 'brother' (seriously, why did the majority of these armored people have similar hair and hairstyles? It made identifying them rather tedious). "Bold words you have there mortal. It might be your final words you get to speak in this mortal realm." he declared…
Therefore starting the fight.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"
The other one that would be designated as 'Cackler' broke into a mad sprint, clearing the distance between him and Karasuma in seconds with his Chainsword tearing through the air as it was swung towards the uni coach's face in an effort to butcher him.
In response however, Karasuma pulled the AR 15's trigger which resulted in the weapon opening fire at them. Most of the rounds whizzed past the large warrior's face which had been where Karasuma had been aiming, and also because the sheer speed he was running at despite wearing heavy, bulky-looking armor resembled a cheetah. Therefore, Karasuma had to stop his short retaliation and lean backwards, avoiding the lariat-style slash that would have decapitated him otherwise.
This only made way for Cackler to turn around a full 180 degrees after halting his motion with almost perfect grace, bringing his Chainsword up for an overhead slash before bringing it down on the man's head, intending on cleaving him in two. The second strike, much to the coach's inner shock, came even FASTER than the first and according to his calculations, Karasuma had just a couple MILLISECONDS to get out of this unfavorable position.
In just those milliseconds, a solution formed in his mind which he promptly acted on. Karasuma allowed himself to fall to the ground and land on his back, before rolling to the side just before the Chainsword could shred his looks like peeling a banana. He then got up and raised his AR 15 to the warrior's face with the intent of scoring a headshot on his ass…
Had he not noticed an armored fist rusing towards the side of his head.
'Fuck!'
Cursing in his mind, Karasuma ducked beneath it and tried firing his AR 15 at the attacker who turned out to be Sneer, but the man could only manage to fire at his torso which got the armor there for protection. With the confirmation that aiming for anywhere other than the heads was going to be an impossibility, Karasume jumped backwards and then cursed once more when he felt his back hit the earthen wall behind him. It only got worse for him when he saw an armored boot rapidly closing in on him, forcing the man to jump to the side…
BOOM!
Instantly, Karasuma thanked his good fortune that he had done so whe he saw the boot having crashed right through the wall up to the knee, the cause being Sneer who did his namesake at having missed his target. "Tch, slippery little rat I see…" he muttered, though thanks to the close proximity and lack of sounds the uni coach heard it as clear as day.
"HEY! This is MY fight, brother! Don't get in the way!"
"Shut up, we're not those pesky goody-two-shoes! On me, we'll take care of this pest then torment the mortals afterwards!"
'Tch, looks like they're as fast as they're talkative…' Karasuma thought as he holstered his AR 15, figuring it to be useless since the speed these two could move at meant that proper aiming would be next to impossible as well as impractical… something he'd never thought he'd describe guns in this day and age. Slowly reaching dowards, Karasuma pulled his Night Reaper out, the blade glinting dangerously in the torchlight as he held it in a reverse grip, getting into his combat stance. 'My best option is to avoid those Chainswords while going for their heads. Their armor looks like there may be chinks in it, but i'll have to spend time analyzing it for weaknesses during battle.'
Whelp, one thing was for certain for the former soldier as he saw his opponents already dashing at him with maddening cackles and Chainswords revving like mad in the air.
That thing was that this was going to suck… big time.
Somewhere
Kuroh and Issei could be seen darting through the forest of Kuoh on their way to rescue Asia from the place which the latter had theorized she was being held at, making sure there was no interruptions to get in their way. While Issei could keep up with Kuroh a little, the said samurai was much faster and way further ahead of him, not to mention the distance between them gradually increased bit by bit evr since they first entered the forest.
Nevertheless, Kuroh always made sure Issei would keep up with him.
"Hey Kuroh!" Issei called out to him while still running, catching the butler's attention in how he turned his face nearly 90 degrees to look backwards towards the brunette. "You think those bastards have something up in their sleeves when we encounter them?" the panting male questioned in concern despite the fatigue leaving him in the form of his increasingly labored breathing.
Perhaps it was due to his own irrationality and his desire to not let Asia stay a second longer under those bastard's clutches than necessary, but regardless the two of them didn't exactly have much of a plan in the way of actually rescuing Asia and escaping with their limbs intact. Issei could still feel the phantom pains from his previous injuries screaming at him, but he didn't give a shit since compared to what Asia may be going through his pain felt mild by comparison.
Still this brought up a concern that slowly pushed it's way through the haze and into Issei's train of thought. These Night Lords seemed like the real deal in terms of sheer assholery compared to Yuuma, nothing she could have done would compare to the shit he felt inside when around those monsters, which likely meant they had a whole stream of horrors waiting for them hence why he asked Kuroh for confirmation on his end. Maybe the guy had already thought of this before, hence why he didn't look so worried.
Kuroh stared at him while still running to the church, his long coat fluttering behind him thanks to the winds generated by their rapid moving. He'd using the gravity force to sense the space in front of him to make sure he didn't hit anything along the way. Before long, Kuroh returned his gaze forwards after remaining silent for a few minutes in contemplation. "Judging from what you said about those night lords, it won't be easy to get inside that church! We don't know much about them Issei and what they have in that stronghold!" he replied, wondering how the brunette would react to that intel.
He didn't get disappointed when he heard the following angry cry rip from a somehow invigorated Issei's throat. "Screw that! I don't care what they pull towards us! I'm getting Asia back no matter what!" the male declared, smoke leaving his nose like a snorting bull as he pumped as much adrenaline into his legs as he could, resulting in Issei quickly catching up to Kuroh's pace.
"Then you'll need to keep close to me if you want to live!" Kuroh informed Issei of his strong determination to save the girl. Kuroh sharpened his eyes forward to the path and unbeknownst to the brunette a flash of concern swept across his blade-like gaze. His lower lip trembled as he battled against showcasing what he was feeling inside
As much as Kuroh tried to hide it, he couldn't help but worry a bit about the enemy they would be facing in the imminent future. From what he'd been told by Issei, these Night Lords sounded like an enemy that wasn't to be trifled with and this time he would be going up against them without Vali or Theseus by his side. Usually he fought against such enemies with them by his side which had given him a sense of confidence since each of them had enough power to take care of themselves in a fight.
Issei was the exact opposite of this, a goddamn greenhorn one could call him, so Kuroh feared that he would be going up against these Night Lords alone WHILE also trying to keep a weaker teammate alive throughout. He likely wouldn't be able to fight at his full potential since worrying for the brunette would occupy some of his focus. Nevertheless, Kuroh had seen the look in Issei's eyes many times in his own comrades whenever they had their minds set on something, fighting for both Vali and Theseus while the former got that way around spices whereas the latter did so about his racial bias against anything demonic.
Thus, he had no choice but to come along and brace himself for a tough night ahead.
As Kuroh continued to run forward he heard Issei suddenly shout. "Look! I can see the church up ahead!" He yelled, pointing his right hand towards the distance ahead of them.
Kuroh looked forward and, true to the brunette's word, the abandoned church could be seen rapidly getting larger as they closed in.
The church in plain view would be just a disguise though, an illusion set up by the Night Lords to keep it hidden from the common people just like the invisible barrier which kept long ranged teleportation from working in it's surroundings hence why they were hoofing it right now. The unexpected was always a common thing in the supernatural world, but every now and then some increasingly uncommon prospects popped up, something like those colossal armored titans Kuroh called those power armors Issei had described. They would have expected a highly fortified fortress of an adversary with no small amount of defenders, they would have expected a tight bastion of evil they must overcome.
As such he needed to remain as calm as possible, no matter what happened. If a Hellsing agent showed fear then things could be seen as REAL bad. Plus there would be the humiliation factor for the organization as a whole, something as petty and pathetic as fear was NOT allowed amongst those within it's ranks. There was a reason why even the lowliest grunt wouldn't flinch whenever Alucard popped up from out of nowhere.
Something he did more than enough times, to Sir Integra's dismay.
Finally, they arrived at the church's main entrance, which suspiciously didn't have any guards defending it while the main gate had been ripped off it's hinges and tossed aside like a used condom. Not only that but there were various holes observed throughout the outer walls, some sporting cracks that spread throughout the brick wall whilst some areas looked to have been completely blown off by something large and explosive. Several parts of the fence were just gone, not a shred of them in sight which did not bode well for Kuroh and Issei's deeply hidden concerns.
Once they stopped, the latter of the two quickly fell to his knees, panting heavily from the strenuous running he'd done from the Hellsing manor all the way to the abandoned church. This had been the most he had ever run in his entire life, not even his training in the Hellsing Manor or whenever he ran from the kendo club whenever they caught him peeping on them while they changed (which happened a LOT) could compare to the miniature cross country he had just endured. Yet, the night was not done yet and the worst was likely still to come, Issei couldn't suppress the shudder at having to face those Night Lords again.
By the time he had managed to regain control over his rapidly beating heart, sweating profusely, Issei raised his head before sharpening his eyes at the site of the church.
Kuroh mimicked Issei's actions, his gaze cast across the imposing building's form which radiated so much malice it was palpable, despite the building looking past it's prime. "Are you ready for this Issei? There is still time for you to return back to the mansion. You haven't awakened your sacred gear and you barely have any knowledge of magic. I can bring Asia to safety by myself." Kuroh warned him one last time. This WOULD be Issei's first supernatural battle, and what did he have on him? He had no experience against those types of beings nor did he have much in the way of fighting prowess. Kuroh wasn't even sure if he would survive this battle even WITH his own protection.
Issei brought his hand up close to his face while hardening his fist, gripping it as hard as he can. "I made a promise to Asia that I would be her best friend and I intend to keep that promise no matter what happens to me." he replied without hesitation, ignoring the pulse-pounding fear coursing through his blood.
At this, Kuroh closed his eyes for a few seconds before pulling his sheath close to him, unsheathing the blade which gleamed beneath the moonlight in response to its wielder desire. Opening them with harden gaze. "Then you will now experience of your first battle and your revenge against those who tried to kill you. I will ask one last time, are you ready…..for this?"
"I am."
"Then let's go-huh?" When Kuroh was about to head straight to the church, the male paused mid-reaching the doorknob when he heard multiple voices crying out inside of the Christian building.
He wasn't the only one confused either, since Issei also had a confused expression on his face. "Whats going on inside Kuroh, do you have any idea?" He questioned, glancing over at his sole companion. Issei was sure he could hear the yelling, screaming and some sort of saw being revved up… multiple ones at that. He briefly thought back to the Chainswords he'd seen on the Night Lords and figured they were the source of those sounds… as for everything else?
No clue.
"I don't know Issei but whatever it is, keep your guard up." Kuroh ordered Issei, getting an understanding nod from the now much calmer, but also much more anxious Issei.
Slowly the duo crept towards the church entrance, the noises within getting louder and louder each minute. Eventually they got right up to the main entrance, and in the interest of not wanting to waste time debating on what lay within Kuroh readied his Katana and promptly swung diagonally.
'Holy-that was fast!' Issei shrieked in his mind while he watched as several gashes appeared over the entire doorframe… before it fell to the ground in front of them in smaller chunks/There was no time to waste waiting for whats happening inside. In the following seconds, the duo jumped over the pile and darted straight inside steeling themselves for whatever lay in waiting for them.
They would not be ready for it.
Once they had entered the abandoned church, it's designation as 'abandoned' quickly got called into question alongside the many others brought about by the sight displayed before them.
"Holy…"
"Sheesh…"
"DIE, HERETIC!"
"YOUR HERESY SHALL NO LONGER SPREAD!"
"IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD AND THE HOLY SON, PERISH!"
"FOR OUR LORD AND HIS OMNIPOTENT POWER!"
"FOOL YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR OUR PROWESS!"
"YOUR EXISTANCE SHALL CEASE TO EXIST!"
"YOU WILL NOT GET IN OUR WAY!"
"BE BATHED IN ETERNAL DARKNESS!"
"THE LIGHT SHALL NEVER SAVE YOUR EXISTANCE!"
"ACCEPT DEATH EMBRACE AND REBORN BY THE DARK PRESENCE!"
"NEVER!'
There inside of the church was what could only be described as a goddamn warzone, filled with a mismash of war cries, bloody taunts, revving sounds and loud clanking born from constant bulky armor moving at high speeds.
Before the duo, multiple night lords could be seen furiously fighting against… well, what looked to be similar hulking juggernauts but with some differences.
These guys wore red power armor with black trim, on the left side of their shoulder pads were vertical arrows pointing up to the style, some had arrows pointing up in northwest, northeast, southeast and finally southwest. On their right shoulder pads, these juggernauts all had demonic skeleton goat faces engraved onto them while they wielded similar weapons to the Night Lords. Those being Chainswords, however the ones these juggernauts had were colored crimson with golden trims.
One Night Lord got knocked to the ground by his opponent, a similarly-looking crimson juggernaut. That same armored being quickly raised his chainsword upwards before bringing it down into a downward slash, directly stabbing it through the power armor and into the Night Lord's chest. The Juggernaut pulling on the weapon's lever and revving the Chainsword up made the Night Lord scream in sheering agony before the red armored man pulled his chainsword up, bisecting the Night Lord like peeling a banana.
Obviously, the night lord ceased to move.
Another Night Lord could be seen to be trapped in an interlock with his opponent, the said Night Lord seeming to be on the losing end until he got his balance shifted and started pushing up to the hulking crimson giant. The red juggernaut tried to apply additional force on the Night Lord but slowly and slowly the night lord got closer to him, nearly pinning in to a nearby pillar. Before the end could come for him however, the red armored juggernaut got saved by another who rammed the Night Lord from the side, which in return infuriated the Night Lord enough that he stabbed the reinforcement in the chest. This made the first Juggernaut go ballistic and, with a mighty roar of fury, he used this opportunity to swing his chainsword horizontally after having, revved it, making the chainsword butcher the night lord by cleaving him in two. Glancing over to his fallen comrade, the first Juggernaught trembled minutely before he became calm once more… though that turned out to be a front for he picked up his fallen comrade's chainsword to wield it alongside his own, the juggernaut howling like a wild banshee while he ran into battle, screaming towards another Night Lord.
"W-whats going on Kuroh?! Who are these peo-woah!" Issei was about to question Kuroh when he dodged an incoming overhead attack on the night lord which he was about to shred Issei if he wasn't cut into to by Kuroh who jumped towards the night lord and cleaved him into two, separating his body.
"What did I say Issei?!" Kuroh reprimand him before he dodged another attack on the night lord, he continues while powering his gravity on his sword. "Stay close to me if you want to keep your limbs intact!" with enough power, he raised his sword and swung it down, cutting the night lord in half before the two halves fell to the ground.
"If you don't mind me but I'm trying to do so in case you hadn't noticed!" Issei jumped and rolled to Kuroh's side when a night lord almost got to him which he slammed his chainsword to the ground, slamming it into the concrete instead.
"Concentrate Issei concentrate!" Kuroh instructed Issei which he was in an interlock with the night lord, revving its chainsword across the blade. It would've been destroyed and turned to pieces if the butler boy did not apply gravity force in the katana. Increasing its durability.
"I'm trying my best here-waaahh!" Issei screamed comedically when he was almost stabbed by the dick from a nearby Night Lord. Trying his best to survive, Issei had mastered the concept of dodging and his senses from the times he was trained by Hellsing, of which results spoke for themselves. "Right almost to my manhood man!" he complained to the night lord in front of him who growled, though not before he was rammed into by two wrathful red juggernauts.
Kuroh gritted his teeth when the night lord was applying force into his chain sword. The night lord spoke to him.
"You're meddling will not go any further, weak mortal. Die here pathetically in a sweet embrace of despai-"
SHING!
"RRRAAAAHHHHH!"
The night lord screamed in pain when a blue sword stabbed him on the stomach. The blue energy coating the blade melting the skin and flesh beneath the Night Lord's armor. Before long, a deep and powerful voice could be heard from right behind the dying monster's ear with a tone laced with enough venom to down an elephant.
"You will never harm this innocent lamb or corrupt any one no more. For it is God who shall give you mercy, not myself." the blade retracted from the night lord before the owner pulled a reverse horizontal swing that cut his head off, the appendage flying away while it spewed blood like a fountain. It slowly went from its knees and fell to the ground.
Kuroh then got a clear view of his supposed savior which intimidated him a little. This man in front of him looked to be clad completely in crimson-colored armor one could consider him as a mobile juggernaut that put most bodybuilders to shame. His helmet covered his entire head from view whilst sporting glowing green lenses that gave off the impression they were like gateways to the underworld that peered right into one's soul, a second away from dragging the damned to their eternal torment. Atop his helmet were a pair of goat-like horns that curved backward, while a single golden skull remained engraved onto the center of the helmet's forehead. Similar demonic-looking skulls, sigils etc could be seen across the armor, whereas the torso and thighs possessed a single large symbol shaped like the national American falcon. Atop his back was a single long stand that winded above the man's helmet, allowing an open bible to be displayed for all to see. Several smaller books could be seen draped across his waist like ornaments on a skirt, each meticulously polished to perfection showing the consideration the man gave to them.
On his hand he wielded a European-style sword due to the way its blade was wide at the hilt before narrowing closer to the V-shaped tip, making it akin to a longsword. Though, one difference between it and ordinary longswords would be the motor-like device attached to the weapon's hilt that constantly spewed forth this wild, furious blue energy that coated the blade in its entirety. Its hilt possessed tubes that were attached to the blade itself, feeding it the energy that it was emitting. At the blade's center close to the base, was a cross which had a rather... biblical quote running vertically up its frame. The quote read as translated: 'thou shalt not bear witness' while on the blade's opposite side a different quote had been engraved onto it's cross: 'the holy spirit shall come upon thou'. The weapon sported a black leather grip for ease of use and comfort, alongside the golden strips which made it a rather appealing weapon just on aesthetic alone.
There was another… person, with him as well, though both males used that term pretty loosely considering what they've been seeing. Instead of that typical crimson armor those juggernauts were wearing, this person wore a dark power armor somewhat reminiscent of the Night Lords only without the 'edginess' of it one could say. Across the entirety of his armor were scribe marks of various symbols of unknown origin everywhere except for his gauntlets. On his left shoulder was the same symbol as the one the red juggernaut wore but with a brown background. One of his calves had a vertical line that looked to have a few scrolls whereas he also had a Christian cross, one side of his waist having a few scrolls hanging from it and the other having a Christian page attached.
In his hands was a long staff, one with a cobra-like head for a tip that crackled with the same blue energy as the other juggernaut's sword. A mechanic tube was attached to the back of the cobra head which likely supplied it with the energy needed to have this effect. Additionally, the entire staff looked to be made from man made metal whilst near the top half of it looked to be composed of red leather.
Kuroh narrowed his eyes towards his supposed saviors, while he could admit to being grateful to them for their assistance, nonetheless he remained wary of them. Sure they were likely not with these monsters called Night Lords due to them suddenly attacking this stronghold, but nevertheless they were still intruders and were still trespassing on Hellsing soil. "Who are you?" He asked them with paranoia and suspicion.
The horned man lowered his blade as a sign of non-aggression. Kuroh didn't believe it, though he didn't attack either which was a step in the communication direction at least. "You do not need to be suspicious of us young man. I can assure you we did not come here without a valid reason." he explained.
This wasn't enough to convince the samurai, but hearing that they had an intention for this place, a reason to be here, made him somewhat curious. Even under the haze of combat, Kuroh still recalled how Meredith used to mention how information was key in both politics ans war, therefore he decided to at least inquire as to this 'reason' of theirs. "Without a reason? What reason would that be trespassing on Hellsing's soil?"
Instead of the red armored male responding, it turned out to be black armored man who walked forward instead. He stared down at Kuroh through his helmet's lenses, an eerie sight for the majority of people to be sure and even the samurai himself felt unnerved, albeit he wouldn't ever admit it. "We both have the same goal."
Issei blinked in confusion about what he meant by the 'same goal', something he quickly tried to rectify. "Same goal?" He repeated the words said to them before he became silent in pondering of them for few seconds. During that time, he began to think about what that goal was, until the moment his brain fully processed it and an image of a certain blonde nun appeared in his mind. His eyes widened within their sockets in realization. "Wait, you also want to save Asia?!" Issei exclaimed in realization.
The horned juggernaut nods his head, confirming Issei's deduction even though the duo couldn't see the larger males' faces thanks to their full helmets. "You are correct young man. Allow me to introduce myself and my battle brother. My name is Aymir Vasaphon, and this is Sabaizus." the man named Aymir introduced himself and his companion named Sabaizus which he nods his head in response.
Issei continues to ask question, stepping bravely forward to them while narrowing his eyes toward them. "Why the hell would you want to rescue Asia? Didn't you guys excommitate her just by healing a devil? As far as I am concerned, she's already had enough from your guys grip on her." Issei questioned Aymir.
"Its because we are not a part of those corrupted fools." Aymir's answer made Kuroh blink owlishly, a bit taken back by the sheer frankness behind it that he had only heard from individuals like Sir Integra and Meredith. Even so, Aymir continued to speak. "Rather we believed she did the right thing, but unfortunately through the passage of time the church has fallen far from grace. We left them a long time ago due to something we do not agree with them on. They committed countless atrocities we found sickening, thus we no longer see them as messengers of God's will." Aymir explained to Issei, his tone carrying no signs of deceit and seemed to be rather genuine.
To be frank, Issei got conflicted over this information which could be seen written all over his face. He didn't know what to think of these supposed 'good guys' since the suffering Asia had gone through still rung fresh in his mind because of people like these guys. People who just used her and threw her away, yet these guys claimed to be on her side? Then where were they when she needed shelter the most? When she needed HELP and ADVICE the most? Couldn't they have found her before all this shit could have happened? Perhaps Issei was being a bit too pessimistic but he couldn't just blindly trust them like this unlike Hellsing who were rather forefront with their intentions.
Though he did admit to himself that, seeing the constant fighting raging around them, these guys were at least TRYING unlike those wimps in the Church.
"I see." Kuroh muttered to himself. So these people were a part of some sort of rogue church group which explained why they had managed to sneak into Hellsing soil undetected… or rather, perhaps it'd be better to guess that they'd been here since before Hellsing had even arrived in this place considering the sloppy job the Devils had been doing running things. Additionally back in London, he did remember Sir Integra once mentioning to his group about rogue church agents who defected from their faction. He heard they were considered 'strays' or 'heretics' and were treated with the same manner of hostility as stray Devils, though unlike those vermin Heretics didn't run the risk of having their powers run amock and degrade their mentality to beastial levels.
So these men were currently fighting against the night lords. He'll trust them…..for now.
"Now is not the time for questioning, we must hurry and save the girl before it's too late to save her soul." Aymir told them, quickly beckoning them to move forward. It made Issei and Kuroh snap out of their respective trances to which they shook their heads a bit to clear the remaining cobwebs before they sharpened their eyes. Two nods of agreement came from them to show that they shared the two older men's sentiments towards saving Asia.
They quickly went out of the battlefield and entered what it looks like to be the church chapel. A prayer hall of the church. There was multiple church wooden bench for people to sit in, colored glass which displays Virgin mary, Jesus or his discipline. An altar was there where the priest would preach about the Lord himself and a choir. However some weren't there, there has been some changes around the church. On the prayer hall there was multiple blood sigils on the colored window. Multiple limbs were hanging on the roof, hooks were attached to the limbs.
If it wasn't enough they hear screams, from below of the church. It was filled with anguish, agony, pain and terror. It made Issei go green, almost to the point of vomiting out of disgust and fear. But he held it in, gulping his vomit and trying to stay strong for Asia. But he can't help but ask. "What….what are those screams? Am I…..going insane?"
"No, you're not." Sabaizus replied to Issei, taking a step forward he looks around, looking for the sources of those tortured screams which unsettled him. "Those are the screams of the tortured victims, which does not bode well for what these heretics are conducting on these innocent souls. We must make haste." He assured Issei before urging them forwards with an increasing level of urgency, heading to the center of an altar where the screaming got louder and louder.
Yet try as they might, as much as the duo tried to keep themselves looking normal Issei really looked like he was going to faint any second the more he heard those tormented shrieks echoing throughout the church. Beside him, Kuroh looked a little paler than normal as well the louder the screams got, his mind playing countless scenarios to explain what might be happening to those poor sods. Nevertheless, unlike Issei Kuroh maintained his stride and didn't let the fear take over him. Years of training to endure fear and terror was taking its effect on him, as he played memories of events that invoked much greater fear in him than this one as if to say 'THAT was much scarier than whatever THIS is'.
Finally, the group reached the altar but soon enough a problem arose: they couldn't find where the entrance would be. They tried to look everywhere through the altar's surroundings, such as the destroyed shelfs and scratch marks, but found little in the way of any lever or device hiding any kind of secret passageway. All the while the sight of seeing such holy areas having been violated to such a degree angered the juggernauts immensely, something which the duo of boys could sense from them even if their faces remained concealed. It was in the way they moved, the slight growls of repressed fury that left them etc.
One wouldn't be wrong in assuming that they might potentially snap like a strained string.
This tension lasted the group quite a while until Sabaizus noticed a skid mark close to the altar on the floor, quickly deducing that it led to the answers that they sought on the hidden path's whereabouts. The skid mark had been so small that it rivalled an ant's of which if it weren't for his visual prowess the juggernaut doubted they'd have ever noticed it. With a thoughtful look on his face, Sabaizus promptly stepped up to and placed his bulky armored hands on the Altar, pushing it along which created scraping sounds beneath him from the concret sliding along the floor.
The sounds of something moving caught the attention of the boys and Aymir to which they saw Sabiazus doing what had been previously described, revealing a hidden passageway leading down below the church.
"Clever fools they are." Sabiazus muttered.
When they were about to the hidden pathway they suddenly heard a deep chilling voice echoed throughout the church.
"Ahahahahahahaha who would've thought, that the church ultimate weapon or greatest warrior would come here, to save some fragile little girl."
Issei stiffened in shock and fear, quickly going pale from the amount of aura that the voice radiated just from speaking. His body violently trembled as if exposed to a high tier earthquake when his senses overloaded him with the feeling that something horrible lurked behind him, peering down into his soul and finding him naught but an insignificant ant. It felt like encountering the night lords but worse, much worse… and then if one combined the shrieking that was still going one, they'd understand Issei's current predicament.
Kuroh narrowed his eyes, unleashing his silver aura to fight back against the intimidating aura that had layered itself onto them like some kind of cloak. He was no stranger to when people used their bloodlust to intimidate their foes from a distance, Theseus had done it many times against weaker adversaries in the past. Actually, he once recalled learning from Vali that he'd done so when they first encountered one another.
Aymir did not respond, lifting his head his helmet's lenses glinted in recognition. He then spoke, making the intimidating aura vanish almost immediately. "I should've known that those fools would go exceedingly far, but they went beyond that boundary... they must have been desperate to even create you." He commented, almost listlessly as if remembering something from long ago which ignited a bright flame inside of him… a rather hot flame, at that. Afterwards, he turned around slowly while looking into the hallways' shadows.
Coming out from the shadow of the colossal pillar, a figure could be seen to which the torchlight scattered throughout the hallway began to show its appearance. At first, two large, bulky feet remniscet of the armor these crimson juggernauts and Night Lords wore stepped into the torchlight. The feet stomped hard down the stone floor, echoing across the destroyed hallway.
It was only a moment before the figure's whole form got exposed to the torchlight, allowing the onlookers to view the spectacle with full clarity. From outside the shadows emerged a night lord, similar to the ones that were currently still fighting against Aymir's battle brothers… But with a big difference. Its hands were colored red akin to crimson blood alongside a triangle shaped design on the gauntlets, whereas the armor had lightning cracks across it. The left shoulder had two skulls hanging out in full display alongside the one on the hip. On the chest he had two skull sigil, the one on the bottom and one on the upper chest. HIs face, exposed due tot he lack of a helmet, was just as pale as the other night lords but his seemed arguably paler, like it came from a corpse that had been shrouded in darkness for aeons, scars on his face, one thats in his lip and the other at the side of his right eye.
In his hand, he wielded a mechanical-looking lance with a blade/chainsword tip on top.
Upon seeing this pale warrior Aymir stepped forward before his companions, pointing his blade towards the night lord which radiated with the power and desire of its wielder. "Jago Sevatarion." Aymir announced the night lord name as if he were digesting acid, such was the utter loathing that the juggernaut seemed to hold towards him.
The said night lord named Jago responded with a smile but it looks more like a scowl if the scar wasn't there. "I am very pleased you remember me Aymir. Tell me, when was the last time we met?" he questioned with a wistful tone… although one could easily tell he was just faking it and bullshitting them at this point.
Nevertheless his pointless question received an equally pointless answer from the one it had been directed towards. "I never had the desire to even remember your name and face, hoping that it would be reduced to a forgotten memory. Nevertheless, I can still remember the countless atrocities you have commited against humanity." Aymir spat venomously, and if his face were revealed one could guess he'd be snarling right now.
'I sense there is a lot of toxic blood between these two…'
In his mind, Kuroh deduced that these two men knew each other before in the past. From the way they spoke and how they remember each other.
Even under the glare, Jago still kept that mocking, retarded smile which exposed his rather fang-like teeth, almost like those of Alucard's. "What crimes have I commited Aymir? I have not done anything towards them. I only merely guided them to a better life, somewhere blissful where they will no longer fear pain, misery, fury, rage and despair."
Those words could be better seen as causing that previously strained string to finally snap, followed by the furious roar that escaped Aymir's helmet. "Guided?! Stop trying to sway your words you filthy heretic! Many innocent people died at your dirty hand! For years the city and streets have witnessed the brutality and countless terrors you conducted across human history!"
At this point, Jago's smile twisted into its opposite and formed into a sneer which mirrored Aymir's snarl. "Oh? And who are you to judge me Aymir?" Jago drop his lance chainsword on the ground, sliding it which it scratch the stone floors. "I have seen many conduct the worst of the worst. They do it out of no regard for those ruined lives, spending their own in undeserved bliss. They had everything: Money, woman, influence, politics. People embrace the darkness in them and they have done it without any small regret. I'm sure you have seen them as well?"
"The only one regret was not seeing you die at my hands. The innocent shall be put to rest when you die and be thrown down to the darkest and deepest pit of hell. The lord himself shall not give you any mercy."
"Then lets see then, shall we my old foe?" Seeing as the conversation had reached it's conclusion Jago held his weapon at the ready, revving it up making the chainsword teeth spin. "The last time we fought, it was only you who had the advantage over me. Now I am the same as you, a soldier of the church hand. Their weapon against the pagan factions."
"My Lords light shall extinguish your blackest and darkest soul." He turns to the others. "Go and save the girl! I will handle this myself. This is an old past I have forgotten to deal with."
Sabiazus stepped forward. "What about you brother?" he questioned his battle brother worriedly
"I will be fine Sabiazus, just go! I will not die at the hands of this filthy traitor!" Aymir ordered Sabiazus again with an increasingly forceful edge to his tone. Assuring him he would survive against his nemesis. Taking his sword up to his face, swinging it before making a stance.
Sabiazus still hesitated to leave him against this dangerous man, but nevertheless he couldn't defy his leader's orders. With a heavy heart and mind he turned around and proceeded deeper into the underground lair with both of the boys following him.
Now that the two were alone, Aymir snarled while revving his power sword, breaking into a mad sprint with his form being reduced to a mere blur. Any normal human, or even most supernatural beings would have had difficulty keeping track of him when he moved at this speed level as he swung towards Jago's head, intending to decapitate him and end this wreched heretic's existence immediately.
Jago however, wasn't any normal human or like most supernatural beings though, hence he easily perceived the attack and leaned backwards. Holding his Lance at an angle in front of him allowed the man to redirect the power sword over his head instead of through it like originally intended. He quickly counterattacked by jabbing the rear end into his opponent's side with enough force for it to be felt through the armor, causing Aymir to fall onto one knee as a result before bringing his Lance down like an executor at a hanging.
WHRRRRRRRRR!
Aymir didn't let that happen and instead leaned backwards in a similar manner to what his opponent did to avoid the revving Lance, then swung his Chainsword in a reverse upward swing after switching the hand that held it. His opponent stepped back to avoid it but Aymir didn't let him get any distance, quickly getting to his feet and stepping close to him before launching a horizontal swing with the intent to slit Jago's throat.
Jago stepped once more to dodge the weapon as it's teeth merely skimmed the space above his throat, the man twirling his Lance in one hand after evading that attack before launching a quick series of slashes from the left, right and ending into a multi-thrust attack aimed at Aymir's helmet with speed that made his weapon leave aftermimages in it's wake on its crusade aimed to claim yet another victim for it's twisted master.
Said 'victim' easily deflected the first two attacks using some master-level swordplay, before he had to start adjusting his head rapidly to avoid the lance Thrusts towards his helmet lest he get impaled on it, something he naturally wasn't a fan of. He then raised his right leg to launch a low kick towards the back of Jago's left knee, intending to knock him off balance and put the fights' tides back on his side of the playing field, but sadly he never got the chance to thanks to being shoulder tackled by his adversary before he could do so, electing a loud grunt from the seasoned warrior.
Unwilling to let his opponent fall however, Jago reached out and grabbed Aymir's outstretched arm to pull him not only back onto his feet, but also to wrap his arm beneath it and around his opponent like he were carrying him fireman style. This served only as the prequel to his followup attack, of which it consisted of him clenching his free hand into a fist and…
BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM!
…Proceeding to repeatedly bash his armored fist into Aymir's side with each blow carrying the force of a megaton sledgehammer that gradually started to dent the juggernaut's armor with each strike.
"?!"
A series of grunts escaped the crimson juggernaut's mouth at each hit, but he didn't let this remain the situation for long due to knowing that those 'like them' had much greater strength than their counterparts. As such those blows could definitely be lethal if they were placed on an ordinary human, thus Aymir used his current position to grab his opponent by the head and rear him backwards, slamming him into the pavement beneath them hard enough to cause cracks to spread from the impact point.
BAM!
Jago gasped when he felt his head meet the cold, unforgiving ground beneath them, his brain rocking within the confines of his skull. This only lasted a couple seconds however, for he quickly regained his wits and tried biting at his opponent without care for if the area he bit was covered or not. Nevertheless, it wasn't something his foe wanted to risk so he promptly stepped backwards enabling Jago to grasp his Lance (which had fallen to the ground when he did before) and swing it diagonally towards Aymir's torso.
CLANG!
The sounds of two weapons and chainsaw teeth grinding against one another filled the entire hallway, the Lance and Chainsword like two ravenous wolves tearing away at one another.
Seeing that they were not breaking the deadlock so easily, Jago spoke during the interlock. "You are the same as me, we both experienced the church's corruption. You cannot deny it Aymir, you've seen their actions and left them just like us." he remarked, a sneer escaping his lips.
A sneer that got answer with a snarl from Aymir. "Never! I am not the same as you! It is true that the church's actions are unacceptable, but they are fools! I am the Lords faithful follower and I shall be the guiding light towards the innocents too weak to protect themselves!"
"Why even bother try and follow that worthless God of yours?! He has abandoned you like he has for all of us! Why do you fight in his name when instead you can follow the darkness? It would answer your prayers! Face the truth, you belong with the rest of the night lords."
"NEVER!"
With that loud outcry, Aymir pumped his arms full of strength like abomb going off to separate the two, rapidly launching strikes one after the other in a deathly dance of sorts that almost personified the rage coursing through his veins. He wanted to catch his opponent off guard and make an opening to deliver the final blow, to end this menace once and for all which should have been done long, long ago.
Soon Jago jumped back, grabbed something from his dimensional pocket and threw it to Aymir, distracting him from going forward.
Aymir scrambled a bit when the night lord threw that something, which had been aimed towards his face. It was distracting from from unleashing his holy fury upon the heretic traitor. Still, the curiosity got to him which he examined what Jago threw at him. A few seconds of inspection passed before he promptly dropped what was in his hand out of sheer shock, revulsion and horror, taking a few steps back from it like he were before some crap on the ground.
It was a skinned human face, one of a young child of no more than 8 years no less.
"Is this….a child's face-"
VRRRROOOOOOMMMMM!
SHING!
"ARRRRRRGGGHHHHH!" Aymir got interrupted when Jago used this opportunity to vertically swipe at his foes head, cutting through his helmet and damaging it enough for him to skewer his cheeks and the inside of Aymir's mouth, though he didn't stop there in favor of continually revving his chainsword.
Jago smiled with sadistic joy at the sight whilst blood spewed forth from the wound he had been creating with his sneak attack. "Hahahahahaha! Oh, you never seem to disappoint me, fool! You soft people have always a weakness in them! It always work!" He mocked him, continuing to rev his Lance inside of Aymir mouth before ripping the weapon out in the goriest manner possible, skewering the juggernaut's face within what remained of his protective headgear.
Aymir leaned back as if he was going to fall but instead he stomped his armored feet into the ground to retain his balance. He stood there with his back hunched, huffing and puffing from both the pain and the revelation of the child's skinned face. His breathing grew labored from the increase in his infernal fury at the fact they went so low, even the DEVILS would see that as crossing the line… most of them.
Jago mocked him once more. "Oh? Are you tired already, Exorcist? Why do you still keep fighting? Why even bother feeling sorry for that pathetic infant? They were born weak and they don't belong in this world. Only the strongest survive, the weak have little means to live. Butcher them, cut them, skewer, rip out their heart until they finally realize all hope is gone. Only darkness remai-"
"RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
The mocking jeers that Jago spewed like facts of life combined with everything else eventually culminated, and as a result Aymir broke the dam that was his anger. In a simple motion he burst forth into a mad sprint towards Jago, ignoring the surprised yelp at the burst of speed alongside when Aymir grabbed him, dragging him through the air like a certain hoodie-wearing Bioweapon would when scooping up helpless civilianss. Nevertheless, Aymir didn't stop running while he held the Night Lord in one hand, his body flailing about behind him like clothes on a washing line.
While the man kept his sprinting up, they collided with several columns.
BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!
"AHH! ARGH! GAAH! YOU FO-AHH! LET ME-AHH!" Whatever cries Jago kept trying to make got muffled by both the hand on his face, as well as whenever he grunted from the collisions that he experienced first. He'd long since dropped his Lance back when he'd been grabbed so unexpectedly and picked up like a guy picking up chicks at a night club, but nonetheless he still raised his free fists and tried to hit him in some feeble attempt to break free.
None of these hits had the same strength as the ones he'd given Amir before, unfortunately, due to him being unable to provide that same strength due to his current position. Fortunately or unfortunately depending on the perspective, this little joyride (read: sarcasm strong here) ended when they impacted a wall, Jago being first to impact it while the wall behind Jago gained several meter-long cracks from the impact.
Jago fell to the ground in pain, falling down onto his back before the still-furious Exorcist. However, Jago's troubles didn't end there which became a fact he recognized when he was kicked in the face. Grinding his teeth, the Night Lord noticed that the reason for his surprise attack was due to his holy power running through his body and aura.
Just before he could do something…
BAM!
Jago was punched in the face by the furious Aymir, forcing his head to turn sideways. Blood flowed down from his lips, with the said pale-skinned man looking up at Aymir who had his mouth exposed but with cheeks being skewered out, showing his flesh and teeth grinding against each other, obviously displaying his anger for Jago to see.
Aymir lift his armored hand, surrounding it with holy energy before he said the following. "I made a mistake in letting you live due to wanting the people to have their justice on you. Now I will reinforce my own justice."
BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!
After delivering those words with as much bile and venom as he could, Aymir commenced hItting Jago, and repeating the process. He looked less like a warrior the more he pounded the Night Lord in favor of a barbarian, ruthlessly smashing his large fists into his downed adversary never leaving the face area, as if to punish him for inflicting the facial injuries he'd done before.
As for Jago, he had to think of something to help get him out of this situation fast. Through the constant punches to his face he kept getting dizzier and dizzier with it getting increasingly difficult to form a coherent thought process, and with each punch was getting faster and faster his time grew shorter and shorter. Pretty soon he'd likely be unable to get himself out of this dangerous scenario, which would be unnacceptable.
Briefly pausing his beatdown, Aymir grabbed the Night Lord by the collar of his armored chestplate and began to pummel him repeatedly once more, no matter how much blood was covering the both of them.
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No matter what was going on, no matter if blood stained his helmet, the Exorcist kept going on thanks to being practically blinded by his rage, rather than the blood stains all over his face. Deep down all of this also felt kind of cathartic to the Juggernaut since it felt like hewas finally able to deliver something he wanted to do for many years now.
As for Jago, the Night Lord was no longer responsive and his body just lay there, unmoving. His head became increasingly deformed with blood and other fluids splattering around him and Aymir who still kept pummeling him.
Time passed, and before long the Exorcist started slowing down thanks to his anger gradually fading away before he finally stopped, standing straight before taking a step back to view his handiwork.
The Night Lord's face looked hardly recognizable anymore, with the fist pounding having reduced it to nothing but an indescribable pile of mulch, a putrid mixture of blood, jagged bones protruding out like sharp spikes and torn brain matter that resulted in this horrendous sight that'd make any normal person want to throw up in their mouths. In contrast to the brutal end the face met, the rest of the Night Lord's body remained relatively intact, although that was to be expected.
He staref at the corpse for a while, taking in the sight of Jago's deformed face before turning on his armored feet and walking away from the corpse with loud stomping sounds echoing throughout the hallway.
It didn't take Aymir long to walk back towards where his sword currency lay after he had discarded it in his blind rage just now. He picked it up, staring at the blue blade before slumping down to the ground, leaning next to a nearby column for support, yet even so the man held his head high as he stared into the distance, where his battle brother and those two boys had gone, before he whispered something under his breath. "Good luck, rest is now up to you all now."
After saying this, Aymir began to feel unconsciousness start trying to claim him for now due to his injuries now catching up with him. His eyes started to close before hearing his brethren calling out to him.
"BROTHER!"
"MY LORD!"