Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for language, violence, and mature content.
Adre drew near the heavy iron gate of Typhor's western wall. He looked up the imposing structure, shielding his eyes from the bright morning sun. Crows flew overhead, as if something dead and rotting lie below them, just waiting to be picked apart.
A solution will present itself. I just have to think logically.
He approached the gate and examined it closely. Oak and iron, not something you could just break down. Adre scanned to the left and right of the gate - nothing but masonry wall for hundreds of yards in either direction. He stepped back and brought his hand to his chin, resting his elbow on his other hand.
Perhaps with my new power...
Suddenly Adre felt like a fool. The barbarians holed up inside Tyfor's walls had just tried to kill him without any provocation, sending a whole ten cavalrymen for just one person. Clearly they wanted him dead very badly.
Adre cupped his hands around his mouth and inhaled deeply.
"Barbarian scum!" he shouted with all the voice he could muster. "Your lives are forfeit! Surrender now or suffer!"
Adre heard, though mutedly, a great many people cry out from the other side of the wall. He crossed his arms.
They sound pissed.
The remaining attack party came galloping through the gate at full speed.
"Close the gate!", the leader called as he reigned in his steed.
Chieftan Abrand rushed out of his tent in disbelief.
"Leave that fucking gate open!", he commanded. He strode over to one of the cavalrymen and grasped his leg, pulling from his saddle and onto the ground. He stepped on the man's chest, applying a considerable amount of pressure.
"Where's the rest of ya?", he spat.
"D-dead! He killed them!" replied the barbarian, a expression of vacant terror etched into his face.
"Run!", one of the cavalrymen shouted. "We have to get out of here! He's coming!"
"He's only one man! How did he kill so many of you!?", Abrand shouted at the cavalryman.
Suddenly the gates were in motion as panicked barbarians rushed to bar the lone rider from the city. Abrand flushed and hurried over to the men handling the gate.
"I said keep that gate open!" He grabbed one man by the shoulders and threw him to the ground.
"Stay your hands!", Abrand shouted in his voice of command. He was ignored.
"He's coming, Chieftain! We can't let him in!" said one despondent soldier.
The gates clicked heavily into place.
"Cowards!", yelled Abrand, looking around at his men. "We are the Clan of the Jackal! We rape! We murder! We do what we want! The bastard outside this gate is a weakling! An Alliance dog!"
Abrand grasped the handle of the great axe he carried on his back and held it over his head.
"We'll kill 'im and feed 'im to his own kind!"
"He's too powerful!", he heard from the crowd. The dissention was met with nervous approval among the soldiers.
"You damned pansies! Any man who flees will be burned! We're going to kill this maggot and put him on a stake! He'll see what happens when he picks a fight with jackals!
A great roar of approval issued from the gathering crowd of barbarians.
Just then they all heard their opponent call from the other side of the gate. The crowd hushed and listened.
Surrender now or suffer! they heard.
"Let's kill 'im!" Abrand called, and the crowd responded with a deafening rally cry.
The men at the gate began to draw the doors apart. Slowly the massive structure opened and revealed a man in a tan traveling cloak. On his back was an iron greatsword.
"So...," Abrand breathed. "It's him. Very well."
As the barbarians caught sight of their adversary, the rally cry died down and eventually was squelched. Replacing it was an eerie silence as the two opposing forces faced each other down.
"His eyes!", called a soldier. "His eyes are... glowing!"
Whispers permeated the crowd. Abrand stepped forward.
"So fucking what!?", he barked. "We're Jackals! We bring hell to earth!"
"We bring hell to earth!", Adre heard the big barbarian yell.
Enough of this. I won't give them time to find their guts.
In a lightning quick movement, he drew his greatsword in one hand and darted forward. The crowd of barbarians bowed inward in an attempt to put space between them and their adversary. Before Adre could reach the crowd, the big barbarian appeared before him and swung down at him with his axe.
Adre skidded to a stop and the heavy iron head of the axe smashed into the cobblestone road at his feet.
Too close. I need to be careful with this one.
The barbarian tore his axe from the ground in a forward motion, causing bits of stone to shoot upwards. Adre shielded his eyes too slowly and bits of dirt and debris rocketed into them.
"Damn!", Adre growled. He staggered backward and ran his fingers over his eyeballs, clearing away the debris that was stuck there. When he looked again, the big barbarian was charging him, axe held to the side. Adre took his own weapon in two hands and prepared to defend.
Where will he strike? Adre kept his eyes focused on the axe. The barbarian swung.
From below! Adre turned his sword so it would block the incoming strike. The axe neared, then faded into nothingness. Adre's eyes widened as he watched this happen, and then the axe was on the opposite side of the barbarian, stabbing forward seemingly of its own volition.
Adre's normally excellent reflexes faltered momentarily, and the axe impacted his chest full force.
He was thrown backward and his wind was knocked from his chest. He landed on his back and then the big barbarian was again upon him. He stood over Adre with his axe upraised.
Adre looked up, facing his own execution. Then time seemed to slow down, further and further until it stopped, and the world took on blood red and deathly black hues. Adre was frozen in place, save for his eyes, which darted to and fro in panic. The silky voice of his mysterious benefactor returned in his head.
I had high hopes for you, soldier, and it seems you're determined to disappoint. Perhaps you need to taste the power of a fully formed servant of the low king. Prepare yourself, soldier, because this isn't going to tickle.
Time suddenly returned to normal and Adre's body began to convulse. Veins stuck out from skin as he shook uncontrollably, his eyes turning up in his head and his back arching. The big barbarian looked on in confusion, his axe still poised to strike.
Adre loosed a deep scream that echoed from the walls of the city and reverberated back. Then his body went still. His eyes closed and he released the hilt of his greatsword.
"A seizure... what a weakling," spoke Abrand, then swung down. The axe made it to just above the Alliance soldier's chest when his eyes opened. His hands became a blur and then were on either side of the blade, pressing inward and stopping its momentum completely. Abrand looked on in stunned silence.
Impossible... I had him dead to rights. The soldier's back began to lift off the ground and he levitated to his feet, his hands still pressed to either side of the axe head. Abrand tried yanking it away, but it budged not an inch. It was as solid as if it were buried into a stump.
The soldier's eyes glowed red and smoked drifted from them lazily. His teeth were bared and his face was contorted, as though he were struggling hold back a great force.
What is this?
Shocked gasps ran through the crowd of barbarians, and then they were stampeding away from the soldier, screaming and yelling. Abrand looked around.
"Cowards!" Abrand looked back and saw the axe head begin to crack under the pressure of the soldier's hands.
"No... no!" howled Abrand and began to stagger backward. He watched the soldier crush the head of the axe between his hands and it crumble to the ground. He was groaning loudly in many voices which overlapped and harmonized. Abrand was awestruck; he froze in place, unable to tear his eyes from the horror before him.
Adre knew much pain as his body struggled to contain the massive influx of energy.
What's... happening!? This is... too much!
He felt the strength of a thousand men flowing through him, and he thought that somehow, he was drawing it from many souls. He felt them vie for control of his body and, although he was able to quell them, it was only with great effort.
Adre brought his hands down and gave one final howl, and many of the souls now inhabiting his body joined in, creating a terrible chorus.
Finally Adre was able to assert control of his body. He made tight fists and breathed slowly, deeply.
He looked up and saw the big barbarian watching him.
No! I can't!
hungry eat him devour
Adre recalled the taste of his own blood and was simultaneously excited and disgusted. His eyes focused intensely on the big barbarian, who was now picking up a halberd left by one of the fleeing soldiers.
must eat so hungry
The big barbarian turned and faced Adre.
"Hark, demon! This is the end of you!", he called.
Adre look down and saw his great sword lying at his feet. He knelt and picked it up, then stood.
The big barbarian charged. Adre looked at him and let his arms hang limply, a loose grip on his sword.
I can see his every movement.
The barbarian ran full force with the halberd held in both hands at his side.
Adre analyzed every detail of what his eyes were taking in and realized he could easily predict his opponent's next move.
His arms... he's going to stab upward.
The barbarian was within melee distance and swung his weapon. Adre watched and understood what was going to happen next.
The halberd faded from sight in mid swing. Adre's eyes darted to the opposide side of the barbarian and watched the halberd materialize, thrusting at his face.
It's so clear now.
He swung upward. The head of the halberd disappeared into the air and the barbarian was left holding a pole out at his adversary.
now eat him must eat it hurts
Adre realized that his body was aching and had been for some time. The pain was getting worse with every second.
eat EAT MUST EAT
I will eat!
Adre's face became that of a predator, his teeth bared and his eyes focoused. He sprang forward, pushing the pole out of his way and tackling the barbarian.
yes... now devour
Abrand landed on his back with the demon on top of him.
How did he know!? He wasn't that fast before! Oh fuck fuck fuck.
He watched the soldier open his mouth, as if he were preparing to bite down.
"You won't taste my flesh, maggot!"
Abrand brought his legs to his chest and shoved them forward, connecting with the demon's chest and pushing him away. He rolled backward and stood. The demon landed on his back, lifted his legs and shoved himself off the ground, landing on his feet. The look of intensity in the demon's face sent chills down Abrand's spine. He looked around at the ground and saw a longsword lying at his feet. He snatched it up, and when he looked back up, the demon was rushing him.
I've got to time this right!
He reversed his grip on the sword, brought it over his head and slammed it downward. He saw it sink deep into the demon's back as he crashed into him. Abrand was thrown onto his back with the demon straddling him and howling in that awful chorus. He knocked Abrand's hand loose from his grip on the sword and reached behind him, grasping the pommel and ripping it from his back. He looked down at Abrand, his eyes burning a deep crimson.
"Eat... must eat..."
This thing can't be killed... so this is it.
Abrand spat into his killer's face. "I'll see you in Hades, demon spawn."
The demon smiled. "Yes."
He opened his mouth and lunged downward, biting Abrand's neck and severing the major arteries and veins. Abrand screamed and felt his consciousness slowly fade.
this is it the end hades take me i'm ready to go ho
Adre ripped flesh from the barbarian's throat and lifted his head up, snapping it into his mouth. He chewed quickly, ravenously, and swallowed.
yes food it tastes so good more MORE
He looked disgustedly down at his victim.
No more... I can't...
Adre stood and backed away from the corpse.
NO MUST EAT SO HUNGRY
Adre put his face in his hands, feeling dizzy and struggling to keep his balance.
"I CAN'T!", he screamed, and then he was in blackness.