Speech = ``…..´´
Thoughts = … ….
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...A butchers bulevard...
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The night had fallen into the broken shores of Yberal..., a pair of dual moons shining rather bright above the countless heads of the thousands of former slaves he had come to free from the clutches of their captors in their dark cells.
A light that was not alone in its task, as it was accompanied by an army of stars that littered the dark void far and beyond where before there had been none. Yet their light felt dim and weak compared with the still raging fires that were even now consuming the place were they were tormented.
A light show that they had come to enjoy far more than the silence solemnity of nature.
From the slope he could see them all more or less
Weary..
Tired….
But above all lost, not used to the soft sands and fresh air of the air to brush against their marred and pale skin.
And yet he could sense that as lost as they were, they were not yet broken.
A fire was brewing behind the depths of those more daring, those who had not fallen into the comfort of a simple, though miserable existence.
It wasn't hope what burned inside them.., no.., it was spite and a deep sense of satisfaction, no matter how dread or confusion dawned from time to time at the emptiness of having no one else to spite.
He knew most of them would perish anyway…, they had been weak to stop their capture in the first place and had been content in being the Shakiris playthings for far too long. The storm that was to come would wipe them out all the same whether they still were chained or not..
Perhaps that was why he felt this was a small mercy, to at least let them taste what they had been robbed before it never occurred again.
Fanciful thinking was it not?
He should have been above such human notions like the rest of his predecessors...
But perhaps it wasn't that bad to have a closer bond to humanity than none at all.
This moment of stillness, bereft of the echoes of blood and the drums of war would be one that would not last for long.
So he made sure to remember it…, for it would too be soon robbed from him.
``Fuck-! Careful there arsehole..!´´
The hash voice of a man brought his attention towards a particular soul that had made its way from the beach to his location.
A path that had been impeded by all until he had gone too far to reach him...
``Didn't you hear me? Watch out where you put that thing son or I promise you that I am going to ram it up your ass..´´
The knight clad in black did not seem fazed in the slightest, still pinning the old man down with the ease one would hold down a petty child. The silence of his posture and the professionalism were a stark contrast with the erratic movements and colourful words his captive shared.
Around them there were more, though they had not intervened given the weak threat the human posed to them. There was no space in their minds to hold the thought in their minds that such petty and weak man could even pose a danger to their master.
``Leave us...´´
The hold that kept the old man lessened before it disappeared. He and the rest of the knights left in formation at the same time and pace.
``What are they a bunch of mutes…?´´ Growled the old man, rubbing his back and head while he tried to stand up. The act hampered a little by his old bones...or the realization that the grip had been a lot more stronger than he had realized.
``….´´
The man shuddered, and not because of the cold, but he did not let that stop him...
``Fine, I suppose you high and mighty want to know why I am here´´
He did not answer, though he did not refuse him either. Perhaps amused by the man's obvious fear yet the lengths he was pushing it down. He wanted to say something, and he was more afraid of not saying what he wanted than him.
And so he merely looked away from him and back into the void of space. Peering through the darkness and looking for which of the stars still shone bright with the light of new life, and which were already dead. Their glimmer a mere illusion that mortals had yet to conceive in their minds.
The man took that as his permission to continue.
``We have nothing to give, no power, no armies, nothing but our bones.. but I suppose you already knew that´´
``….´´
``I know this is never for free, nothing ever is. What do you want in return from saving us from those bastards clutches…?´´
``You had already saved yourself through your stubbornest´´
He could feel the man take a step back in shock, not a the rumbling of his words, but what they entailed. His eyes had widened like fishes, yet soon enough he rein his emotions as much as he could, clenching his teeth as anger started to kill both the fear and the shock in his mind.
``A pig shit of salvation that was, we were barely at our last stand before you arrived and saved the day. All of those people...dead, I convinced them to raise their arms against those bastards and I could not even deliver on that promise´´
``You did…, they died free rather than slaves.. Is more than can be said for most...´´
``For a supposed to be master of evil, you are rather nice...or do you feign sympathy to get everyone under your thumb?´´
He knew that the words had been made as a jest, yet he could not help but bitterly scoff at the jab of the old man. He was glad to not be tied to a pole and been lashed out by the slave masters until the whips reached the bone, but he was not happy either.
He was too jaded..
Like him..
``Evil as you call it is merely a point of view that is built by those who have no idea of what they are talking about while they preach of honour..´´
He turned around, walking a step forward, then another until only a meter stood between them and the difference in size made apparent. The old man almost becoming and ant in the process.
He slowly leaned down until the metal war mask was almost at the same level. Flames of arcane almost scorching those tired blue ones of the old man, but he would not flinch.
He could not…
He could barely even breath...
`` You have never seem true evil...´´
``You would know a thing or two about evil, don't you?´´
He did not answer, merely leaning back to his full height. There was no spite in his words, just acceptance of something he knew to be true.
``So what now…., we serve you? We have to follow you? Is this how it works?´´
He extended a clawed hand at him, but instead of bringing death as the man faltered at the gesture he merely twisted his wrist so that his palm would look at the skies.
``If you wish to.., ´´
The elderly narrowed his eyes at him, chewing his lip while lines formed around his face.
``If I wish to? I am old, but not stupid...´´
He wanted to chuckle at the man's hubris, he had killed many for less…., but this was not his time to die.
``I have no need for disgruntle old men in my ranks if you don't feel the same as them you are free to go...´´
``W-what? You come all the way here, butcher this bastards and then you are just gonna leave us be? Just like that?´´
He merely nods...
The confusion in his eyes only seems to increase...
``So, we are not.. your slaves?´´
``You never were, you are free to do as you please...´´
``Free….´´
The way the man's words uttered the word felt like he had never thought he would have been able to say out loud for a long time. Like a friend long lost in the storm, only for it to return decades later.
In that regard he could understand.
Freedom was a luxury that very few could afford.
``I never thought we would ever see the day …´´
``Dreams do come true…´´
``Ha, then this must be a hell of a dream...and yet I hear a catch ´´
He was right, no matter how crude he was….
At least the two liked to go to the point...
``You can be free, you can run away from this and never look back...we will not stop you´´
He pointed out towards the multitude down below, looking at the way entire families held one another as if fearing they would disappear. Men who had no relationship with each other but the dirt of their cells and the scars in their minds speaking with one another like long lasting friends.
The old man saw it too...
``You can save your own skin and hide under a rock, hoping to find your well deserved peace as thunder beckons and rock and stone cracks under their might while the rest of them remain...exposed´´
The old man bits his lip, clenching his fists...
``But the world will not forget that mark, your former masters will not, your body will not...what will you do when they come back for you? For them...?´´
``Are you trying to appeal to my pride?´´
``….´´
He shook his head.
``It doesn't matter…, you are right, I could be the biggest arsehole and do the greatest act of self serving selfishness and it would amount to nothing.., besides, I already wasted my youth back there, I would rather spent what is left of my time with a sword in my hand than between four walls, no matter how peaceful they may be..´´
``….´´
``Yes, I can not speak for the rest of them..but this is not over because we are free. There are more of them out there. More of us out there….´´
Ah, there it is..the rage. The anger...and now the fact that there are those out there where he can give outlet to his frustrations.
``What will you do, mortal..? Will you beg? Will you cry at the unfairness? Will you give up for you are just a man lost in a land of monsters..?´´
He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it…
He wanted those eyes to spark with a fire to match his own…, if only for a second.
He was not disappointed.
``I am going to kill them, Every. Last. One of them….
He smiled underneath his helmet. Another martyrs had been borne, and through him another life would be saved through his sacrifice.
``Good answer...´´
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``Of all the things I could be doing, and I have to waste my time being my boss errand boy. I mean, what happen?´´
Commented a young man with red hair and red eyes, dressed in a jet black coat, the hood that should have been covering him dangling uselessly down his back.
``Did I miss something? Or did just decided to screw with me?´´
He shook his head, it really pissed him off when they kick him to work like was a mere dog.
``Hey, you, yes you! Do you have any idea about it?´´
He asked towards the wounded man that was squirming under his boot, his clothes and armour speaking that he belonged to the crimson knights of the kingdom. Blood slipping down a myriad of deep wounds all over his body, but none look worse for wear than the severed and broken limbs he had sliced off him. Leaving a large puddle into the ground that mimicked rather nicely his preferred aesthetic.
His only answer was a pained grunt turned into wail, he narrowed his eyes with disdain, stomping a little harder on the man's back. Forcing him to gasp for breath and spit out a gobbled of blood from his lips towards the cold cobblestones of the alleyway.
Around them there were at least a dozen more second child and bunch of third childs. Always at his beck and call when it came to hunt the targets the Cult wanted gone, and this bad boys had decided to snoop around some of their own members.
How ironic that they had thought that those they had started following and spying were being put under pressure by others forces, when it was that they had never really been in their side.
They were small fry, nor they would have been a threat to anyone...but they had to shit on their own futures when they decided to play smart by dragging more people into the pit. They would not have done nothing had they not wanted to put Princes Iris on the knowns after their litte stroll today.
The girl was by no means weak, but what she had in strength lacked in brain power...and they could not have that. It was easier for them to prevent and foreseen what their unwilling pawns would do if they had a strategy, it was a lot harder to follow the line of thought of a well intentioned idiot.
Anyway, they did not paid him to think too much about that shit..
``For a bunch of knights you were not really worth of my time…., are you sure you made your way up by strength or did you losers suck it up to someone to get your sorry arses in those positions, not that I care..´´
He said, mockingly as he started to press harder and harder his foot on the crimson knights back, he tried to stand up, but it was a futile endeavour with just one leg and arm.
``C-curse you bastard...´´
He scoffed, then chuckled, brushing his hair back.
``My, such a long tongue you have there, wanna me to short it up a little? I would oblige if you want..´´
He said as he poked the man's chin with the edge of his blade, not enough to pierce the skull, but enough to leave a prominent cut in his cheek. He started to slowly push it to the side, making it bigger.
``Stay back you psychopath, urgh…, the order will have your heads!´´
``The order you say? Oh gods..now that was a good one. Aint I right, boys..?´´
The thirds did not say a damn thing, they were too broken inside to even understand what he meant. The others thought started to chuckled with poisonous mirth in their eyes.
Something that was not appreciated by their toy...
``What... is so damn funny..? You are nothing…. but petty dozen tras-..Argh!´´
The knights words were stopped when he was kicked and brutally thrown out from the ground an into the closest wall, cracking it and leaving its cool surface plagued with spider like webs were the body landed.
``Trash? Eh? I am the man that kicked your ass from left to right like the pathetic excuse of a man that you are, to be honest I saw more strength in a mosquito..´´
You...you merely won because you got the drop on me, you treacherous cur´´
``What can I say, if you don't cheat you are not wanting to win. And about your precious order? They are gonna have is their backs bend down when we are down with them, though given what I have seen so far, perhaps that is the position that you like the most..´´
Anger flared on the knights eyes, before he knew he was already lunging at him..
Big mistake.
``You litt-Argh!´´
``Careful, you should know better than to try to catch a sword with your hands´´ He mocked at the now bloody stump that was left behind, his fingers now coating the ground like oversized worms. There were some spots where he could see the bone too...
``B-astard´´
He smirked, lowering himself so that he could closer to the man.
``Don't worry, newbies tend to make those can of mistakes, besides you have your other hand when the call of the wild comes and..oh, but it is gone…!-´´
He smirked at the rage and impotence that flowed through those eyes, dodging with ease the fist coming at him, merely ducking his a little to the left and allowing it to fly harmlessly away from his head.
Too slow…
Really, this guy was so slow that it was a wonder he had made it further than a farmer.
Amusement glowed in his eyes, rapidly replaced with sadistic glee as he rammed his fist down his teeth, knocking several with ease.
``You must be a serious little bitch who cant take a little joke down…, still you don't have to worry...I was merely joking when I was talking about cutting your tongue and make you swallow it..´´
``Eh..?´´
``Well, you see...as much as I like blood and guts, that ugly thing in your mouth makes me squeamish when it gets in my hands and the last thing I want is to get balls deep inside you..I don't swing that way.´´
``R-eally?´´
``Really...?´´
He parroted slowly, smiling at the man as he leaned closer before he graved the man by the head, yanking him crudely and slamming his head against the ground, once, then twice...before he forced the man to look at him in the eye as he clutched his jaw open with .
``Of course not, for who do you take me? A saint? He asked with a hearty laugh as he held the man tightly while his men approached and surrounded him, pulling out small knifes and started ripping out the tongue from his mouth, the muscle screeching out and bleeding copiously as the cultist intentionally did not slice off the organ, but rather made it as slow as they could
So that he could feel every single cut..
Rex could only watch with glee at the way the little birth tried to worm his way out, how his tears started to slide down his face and coat his gloves with something more than blood, or how he tried to push them away only for his last remaining arm to the seize and broken.
It would not be long before sized, bloodstained thing fell onto the ground, stomped into nothingness by him.
`` But, now really...sucks to be you man...if you were going to start snooping around where you are not wanted you could have at least tried to make a better job of it. The cult doesn't need the Knights order to start growing brains here and there..especially when some idiot made a blunder as big as a house´´
``Dff-ult?´´
He would give him props, even as shitty as he looked he still tried to stick around in the land of the living. The blood-loss will still make quick work of him though, it was just a matter of minutes or seconds by now..
The skies started to darken around them with none the wiser.
``Sir, is it wise to speak about the cult in broad daylight?´´
He leaned back, looking with annoyance at the one that had come out with such-
``Seriously? You are asking that? What are you, ten...?´´
The nameless grunt took a step back, shrinking under his gaze. Sometimes it amazed him how simple minded they could be, but most of the times it merely pissed him off.
They were just a bunch of nobodies…
Of empty husks…
Why he, the star of the band. A named child no less had to deal with these shits instead of proper pawns? They acted more like walking disposal pieces of flesh than anything else…
They were such a chore to do things like he could...
``I-...´´
He grabbed the idiot by the collar and slammed him against a wall, uncaring of the pain the act brought.
``Moron, does it look like this guy is gonna make it out alive? Or you think that he is gonna stand up from there, take a shit and leave like nothing happened?´´
``N-no…´´
``No sir to you, idiot. I thought you second child's were a little more brighter than the thirds, but at least from those I don't have to heard such mindless bullshit..´´
He dropped the idiot and returned where he had left his things with the knight.
Well, to say that I am disappointed with you would be an understanding. I had my expectations real low, and you managed to underperform. At least after this I have my free time so I don't have to deal with cleaning this. In fact, why don't we drop him here and be done with it´´
``Really sir?´´
``Fyoffuudff… ´´
``Nah, I don't think so, I don't like my toys to be taken by others. I would rather break them first…´´
And with that he swung down his blade, cutting the man's head in two. His brains spilling into the ground once they were no longer covered by his skull.
``Ah...pretty like a picture...´´
He muttered as he breathed in the scent of blood of his work, before he turned around a second later and sent a glare to the other cultists...
``And there we have it, can we leave now? I want to take a shit..´´
``Of course, sir...´´
But before another word could be said he felt something fall on him. Then again, and again..more and more joining until a stream started to fall all around them.
``Hmm? It started raining?´´
He mumbled a bit stunned, not by the rain alone, but rather the fact that he was sure there had not been a cloud in miles around..
And then, like him...the rest rose their heads...uncaring of the water falling over them that was starting to soak them to the bone.
It felt wrong…
It was wrong
And then he felt something worse as his heart start beating harder inside his chest. Clawing and gnawing at him for no reason apparent. His skin started to crawl and shudder as if he had swallow ice and then had it transfused and melted to have it as his blood...
The end of the alleyway growing darker and colder, his eyes unable to break free from this strange fixation he had found himself thrall of.
It was as if there was a predator lurking around.
A monsters prowling and glaring at them from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Pounding at them literally and metaphorically.
He would lie that he had just, almost killed one of his men when he felt a hand tugg his shoulder.
He would never admit it, but it did help to have something to put his mind away from this crushing aura.
Sir? Is there something wrong?
``My imagination, still we should leave now-...´´
His words died out when an ethereal wave slammed against him, its weightless form able to almost make him kneel on the ground as his blood vessels started to burst one by one, but none were worse than the burning, acrid sensation of having acid being spilled out in his eyes when they laid sight of a…thing.
There was no other way to describe it..
There would have been a million words to start describing the wrongness that it was to look at it, of what it look. Yet there was only one thought in his mind as he clenched his teeth, tasting his own blood by the effort.
...What..the fuck...
What the hell was that? How-had it been there all this time? The thoughts crossed his mind at light speed.
There would be no answers to find, he grit his teeth even harder, his knuckles too this time turning deadly pale.
...Fuck this! What is wrong with me!? I am not a coward for fucks sake!...
He took a step forward, the then another as he pointed his blade at it. The effort was a struggle as he pushed his body to not listen to that voice that told him to ran away.
He was Rex, a named child of the Cult of Diabolos. He had never bowed before a foe before, and he would not start now. He lived for carnage, for the thrill for battle, and no matter how his blood and body appeared to be shitting itself that thing….truly looked like a fine warrior to test his mettle.
``Well, well..well, what do we have here? A big scary man being a total copycat? I know we look good, but aren't you a bit too old to be playing dress up?´´
He asked, taunting.
He received no response, but the shallow and inhuman breaths coming through it. He did not mind as he continued to speak. As long as he had something to do he would not have to deal with the silence of acknowledging alone that whatever laid before his eyes was even more than it appeared.
``Nothing to be said? Well, I wont blame you…, though sadly for you..you saw something that you did not have to. Sure you understand-..´´
``At last…´´
The words where sharp, cold and alien to his ears. Dragging themselves over the air with a weight that would crush mountains.
Two words...yet they promised only unparalleled danger to him and the rest.
He just had no idea how close he was to the truth...
``Uh?´´
``Let it be carnage...´´
He blinked, a bit dumbfounded before he laughed. Twirling his blade to the side as a sneer made its way into his face.
``Carnage, eh? You do realize that you are outnumber right-...´´
He started to say only for the world to turn black for a second.
When he managed to open up his eyes again he found himself on the ground, his back leaning against the broken remains of a wooden counter of an inn. The people that had been there having a meal or just waiting for the rain to stop screaming or running for dear life all around him though he couldn't hear shit.
They rapidly abandoned the building like headless chicken, leaving him there…
They would be spared the sight of what was about to happen.
He tried to stand, but his body did not respond to him as he wanted. What it did however was spurt out from his mouth, staining his jacket and trousers in his own fluids. Looking down he realized why.
Most of the left side of his chest and guts had been ripped off, leaving his lungs and organs that were barely hanging exposed. Bleeding out in to the ground…
…
...
``What the fuck...just..happened?´´
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Not even a second passed after he smashed his fist into the boys abdomen, chunks of flesh and bone flying away like splinters while blood became into a puff of red smoke that he pounced on the rest of those black hooded fools.
They barely had any time to react as his body crossed the distance between in an instant, slamming against the two nearest cultist, the friction and force of impact turning their brains and flesh into jelly before they were thrown out and blew up like balloons.
Showering all in their blood...
And if they thought the close space of the alleyway would save them from his weapon they surely underestimated him greatly.
He tore through them like a sickle through a field.
Men were bisected from the waist to the collars of their necks even before they realized it, cloth and flesh were sliced off like butter as they sprayed the walls around them in a new, bright paint. Bones shattered as his fist tore through them, moments before their heads flew off from their bodies.
He would still have to commend their attempt to not fall back or run away in fright, but it may had to do with the simple thoughts that lingered in their heads.
- Kill the intruder-
- Kill the intruder-
- Kill the intruder-
- Kill the intruder-
As if loud alarms had replaced their thoughts and continued to ring unabated until their swift, yet brutal termination. A curious thing to notice truth be told, as if they were more machine than man, but right now he did not care as he ripped the spine of one and impaled another two with it while his other hand twirled his scythe to the side, ripping a chunk of wall in the process before cleaving through another five of them.
One tried to jump over him to hold him down, but he may as well have run over a tide of blood-letters as he was smashed against a wall like one would slap a mosquito. Another swung their swords against him, the tip striking him, and yet it broke as it collided with his chest.
The man looked in confusion as his blade, that would be the last thing he would see as his head was detached form his shoulders with the back of his hand.
In the end, in the spam of a few seconds he was done with them. Only one of them remained, the one which leg had become stuck as part of a wall had fallen over it when he had been thrown against it.
He walked past him, ignoring him for now as he decided to venture through the holes through several buildings. A task that had been rather hard to do when the chains were trying to push him to wrap his fingers around his head and pull it out like the cork of a bottle when barely a few centimetres separated the two.
He succeeded, before long he found the battered, barely alive body of the man that had being boasting before.
He hummed in satisfaction as he barely could stand, his skin pale like his while his red eyes had become two bloodshot messes.
….Not so high and mighty now, are you..?...
``You...you think you are…. hot shit.., don't you..? That because you killed…., those fools you are... the next big deal?´´
The voice of the man struggled to be let out, huffing painfully..clenching his teeth that were now painted in red as red ichor continued to spill from his lips onto the floor..
``I am...Rex….I am the one….that is gonna rule this...land, not die….like a fucking dog...´´
The man stumbled forward, one hand gripping the massive hole in his side, while the other wielded his blade. He took a step, then another, his body appearing that he was about to fall to the ground at any moment...
But he was not deceived…
When the red haired bastard dashed at him at great speed he was more than ready. A serious of strikes and blows meant to cleave him, to dig inside his flesh and carve his heart out…, magic swirled through the edge of his blade, sharpening its edge while also pushing his body to move faster, to react faster, the blood that had been slipping out from his body slowed down as he had started to heal himself before his arrival…
The fact that he had not recovered the hole that had mangled his body meant that it was not that impressive, it hindered him, but any one else may have not been able to tell the difference between the mad, desperate dashes that he was sending his way from a well thought and planned course of attack.
He was stronger than the others…
Yet he was slow for him…, too slow...
Like single drop of water falling from the humid edge of a leaf after a rainstorm, only for time to slow down with each centimetre. A grain of salt hoping for a gush of wind to push it away from the coming waves, a snail trying to slip past the inquisitive eyes of a bird..
He dodged another swing to the left, another to the right, barely moving his body but the strict necessary.
Always out of reach, but he was not out of his…
The back of his free hand slammed against the open cavity of the red haired cultist, sending him flying like a puppet. Blood and flesh spilled out or came loose by the impact while he was mid air, before his body crashed and tore apart the counter he had previously landed, only that this time he broke through. Bottles of wine and other liquors falling all over him, sending shards all around…
``F-fuck!´´
He approached slowly, a single swift dash of the sharp of his scythe removing from existence what little remained of the counter...
A bottle of wine was thrown at him, crashing with no against his chest.
``W-why the….l-long face? Skull... fucker?´´
``You talk too much….´´
He graved him by the collar, his hands squeezing his throat, Rex pale face growing a few shades darker in a few seconds.
He saw him move his left arm from one of his pockets, pulling out a small lighter and throw at him.
``Burn..fucker´´
He gasped, a small smirk of satisfaction as the flammable liquor catch up fire, allowing the flames to wrap around him rapidly…
But if he thought he was about to throw him or run away he was for a rude disappointment as he still strangle him, in fact he pulled him closer...making the very same fire he had used to try harm him to start scorching him as-well. His bloodstained jacket catching fire, the flames digging their teeth into his flesh.
His cries were music to his ears..
``Foolish mortal, my funeral pyre was better than this….´´
He growled mockingly, he expected no answer from his victim. He was not about to wait either for it..
He slammed him against the wall, one, twice..when the wall broke apart he choose to slam him against the ground. Pushing his head against the floor and drag him all the way, uncaring of his cries of pain as his skin started to peel off from his face and adorn the ground until the bare bone started to scratch the floors.
It was then that he threw him out of the building, busting the doors from their hinges in the process.
Outside, the storm still raged on….thunder coursed through the heavens left and right, colouring briefly the darkness with whips of light. And casting a dark shadow over his shoulders as he approached him.
The red glow of his eyes baring down his broken body that was still trying to rise…, he did manage to do so...but it would have been rather generous to call it... standing.
Rex rose one of his arms, but whatever he was about to do with it was lost when the limb fell to the ground, separated from the main body, the look of confusion at the sudden lost was mirrored when he took his other arm.
``You….monster...Diabolos...The cult….´´
The red haired man started to speak, tired and weak... only for a gush of blood to spill out from his mouth mid sentence. His bloodshot eyes unable to continue to look at him as the pain coursing through him, forcing him to kneel down, had his shoulder not been under his iron grip.
He started to close his grip even further, pulverising flesh and bone alike. Some of it starting to slip through the cracks between his clawed fingers.
``They will have your...head...´´
He snorted.
Of all the things he could say, he just had to come with the one he wanted the most...
``They are welcome to try..., but I doubt they will´´
And with that Rex stared one last time at him, at the monster that he never thought would ever cross his path before he clawed his thumbs into his eyes.
Sharp, ebony talons made for war digging deep into the soft, squeeze flesh as they started ruining his eyeballs into mince meat, reaching as far as into the edges of his brain, the sound of his shrieks and the way he wiggled under his grasp ignored the same way would do to a toddler.
He allowed him to feel him inside of him for a few more seconds, to make this brief moments to feel like an eternity to him, only when he felt the mind of the cultist crumbled by its own weight did he started pulling to opposites sides with his arms.
Rexs body broke in two like a twig, the sound of bone and muscle tearing apart was as indescribable as it was horrifying for any soul that was close enough to hear them snap, but it mattered little to the executioner clad in black. A second later.., the two sides of the named child still hang from his killers thumbs..
He tossed the now empty carcass into the ground at the same time his soul was dragged inside him like the rest..
And they seemed to have a lot things to tell…
His eyes eyes narrowed as the biased story of the cult passed before his eyes as if he had lived it.
Diabolos…
The cult…
The knights of round….
Their goal...
A moment of doubt crossed his mind for a second, a moment too long as he now had to ponder about all this things. And above all what it meant, not for this world…., but rather him.
Was this his purpose...?
To be a saviour again..?
To be the sword in the darkness? A weapon to plunge into those craven hearts for an entire era..?
….
He shook his head, there would be a better to think about fate and the schemes it had weaved to draw him back into its embrace.
He had a lot of work before him…..