“What is your report number 4,” said a priest, as the man who investigated Gawain, and let him go, walked into the chapel.
“No suspicious individuals in Claraveli from the time of the last report.”
“Very well get back to it we don’t want any of those unsightly beings roaming the beautiful streets of our city.” Sneered the Preist as he pushed number 4 out of the chapel and went back to his duties.
God I hate the priest, I know he knows my name but still calls me by number. Zod thought to himself aggravated at the priest's attitude. Anyway, I should get back before number 2 starts to get angry about having to work more than needed.
As Zod made his way to the gate he felt an ungodly amount of bloodlust making his entire body freeze in pure fear. The feeling was only as brief as a moment but felt like an eternity to Zod. Once he was released from the fear, he started sprinting toward the gate hoping the worst-case scenario hadn’t begun.
*****As Zod arrived at the gate he bore witness to a horrifying scene, a man with an unnerving smile as he walked through the hundreds of corpses of innocent men women, and children wielding a bloody crescent-shaped scythe. Snapping out of a dazed state Zod turned around and started to run but didn’t get all that far as he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. Looking down he only caught a glimpse of the scythe cutting through his body. “You damned bastard how dare you attack a city of The Holy Empire. The Pope will have you head for this.”
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Following his words, a loud blood-curdling laughter was heard, “How would the Pope know of my great act if there are no survivors left to tell him.” Continuing to laugh like the madman he was, he started walking toward Zod.
Zod not wanting to back down tried to stand, but failed as his intestines started to spill out. “Where are the gods when their loyal subjects are being condemned for their many sins against my people?”
Zod examining his body while the fiend monologed realised that his injuries weren’t fatal as long as he got treated by the priest soon. “The only reason, we humans followers of the Holy Pantheon, captured and or killed the Decarus who had left the Abyssal Forest was because the only way they can survive is to kill and steal the life force of the living, causing all those who leave the Abyssal Forest murderers.”
“That is not all stupid human, the Decarus that are captured are used as test subjects for extracting Abyssal Energy and all sorts of horrible things.” After hearing this Zod blacked out due to large amounts of blood lost. *****
Agh! As he looked around he noticed he was in a medical tent. “Ah you’re awake, you were lucky that you survived the injury to the abdomen. Although on your back is a Symbol we have never seen before, it was etched into your skin but somehow can’t be healed as if it is a part of your body.”
Zod remembering all that had transpired, “What happened to the rest of the city?”
The priest with a grim expression, “Dead every living being in the city, as if a demon lord had attacked.”
“That damned Decarus how dare he.” As he said this the symbol started glowing a dark red as Zod’s skin began to rot causing him unbearable pain. Only being active for a brief moment the damages the symbol caused made Zod look like he was an undead. His skin started rapidly healing after showing that this symbol was a curse meant to make him suffer.