Madakos was being beaten with sticks and having the skin of his feet burned off for fun. Zira eked into him, and he tried his hardest to make it count. He memorised the faces of the Demons around him.

Will I torture you when I am free? Or will I kill you? So many questions. Let’s focus on staying alive.

“Sir! There’s been a rebellion in Goblina!” A soldier hurriedly reported.

“Rebellion?” The Demon turned confused.

A Devil appeared, leaving red flames and immediately stuck a red crystal into Madakos’s brain. It did not kill him.

“Change of plans, we will make him a Devil. His magic system will become a weapon for the Demons. For Cahov.”

Madakos lost all sense of reality. Collapsing onto the ground, as Demonic laughter rattled inside his head. He writhed on the floor, the beatings were impossible to feel, confused anxious mad laughter erupted from Madakos, as he was in his own world now; the faces mixed inside his head; it was unclear who the torturers were, what reality even was, madness ensued.

Hunila besieged the next city of Carson. She was brutal with the guards, piercing their guts, city walls a sea of purple flames, large Demons came out of sewers, an esteemed elite unit that was immediately torched, turned into dust. Hunila prowled the city’s streets, in reality looking for Madakos, all she found were vengeful Demons who she defeated. She put towers all over, but she could see no Human anywhere. The towers spared the innocents, but soldiers were fair game, torched, imps were also torched, their impish screams being banished into the ether. The city walls, a black brick that the Cahovians loved so much was aflame with purple. She teleported into the governor’s palace, a confused and scared governor, hid behind his leather office chair. Marble inside, a more pristine and polished look than anything she had seen before. An elite noble, he waited with a sceptre, an ornament of his power as a governor, he pointed at the threat and shouted:

“Die Elven wretch!”

Two magic wielding Demons charged attempting to end the threat, Hunila didn’t even turn her head piercing them with thick Zira shots, leaving two corpses.

“What do you want? Who are you?” The Governor said, “kill her!”

There was no one to carry out such an order, instead Hunila used her fire elementals to block off the corridors, her eyes glowed in pure fury, glaring at the governor. She clasped her fist making an audible cracking sound.

“Stand up! Where is he?” She demanded.

He did so, not understanding what was happening.

“Man? I don’t… prisoners would be kept at Cahovia, probably,” he said desperately trying to save his life.

She slammed the man into the wall.

“Fuck, what the?” Hell was that for. The Governor said and then thought breathlessly. Is that a Warlock?

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“You see the others,” Hunila said, “I’m doing you a mercy stupid.”

She broke down the ornate door leading into his mansion for no particular reason, torched guards who attempted to attack her, and teleported in the general direction of Cahovia. The Demon Empire was vast, and there were signs to all kinds of places, she scanned the scenery, not caring for anything but vengeance and rescuing Madakos as quickly as possible; she tutted, and clasped her sweaty palms, she was beyond furious, every fortress was beamed with thick Zira magic, the soldiers often dropping out of the fortifications to take cover; she was not quite so merciful with soldiers in the field that were sent to stop her, not even cinders were left. She teleported and teleported, and scanned the magma fields and charred landscape, but eventually she found what she was looking for. There she stood before the walls of Cahovia, a mixture of excitement, extreme fear and rage at the Cahov Demons for putting her through this. Her Shadow Elven fists were clenched ready to absolutely annihilate anything that got in her way. Three large walls, the inner sanctum being 100 metres tall, the other two were 50 and 20 respectively. Breaching the first, then the second was risky, for she didn’t bother to subdue it, she reached the inner wall and shouted for Madakos. The man caught in a state of delirium having Demons and Devils inside his head; immediately broke all constraints within a mere instant, obliterating the Demon crystal inside of him, and torched the guards who had been torturing him. Zira flowed into him like a burst dam.

“Fuck…” he muttered, “these fucks have no manners.”

A Demon attempted to clobber him, but had its hands and legs sliced off in a mere instant, the wispy purple flame enveloping the corpse. The Demon writhed in front of him.

“Using me as bait. Damn you all!” He said, unwittingly killing two Devil’s next to him.

Madakos saw a figure, standing on the inner wall, visible from the square he was tortured on; eyes that softened with every look at him. Madakos teleported to her.

“You’re here?” He said, incredulous and happy, “tell me this isn’t a dream?”

He had tears in his eyes, and infinite gratitude. He was hugging her with full force.

“Of course not. You idiot! You moron! You had me so worrie-”

He kissed her and put her out of her mind, out of her shouting.

“Thank you,” he said, his head on her shoulder, “the fact you came for me, is something I will never ever forget,” Madakos whispered in sheer gratitude.

She shot two Demons behind him, and then erected towers out of spite.

“We should get out of here, we can certainly whittle them down, but there are many of them. Far too many,” Madakos said breathlessly.

“I assure you, I would and could annihilate every last one of them. They hurt you, I will never forgive them!”

“Thank you Hunila,” he whispered, holding her waist tight, “there are innocents among them, I forgive them.”

She looked down at his tattered self, evidence of scars from the Demon torture, grimacing at them, staring at them more intensely and then at his face.

“If that is your wish,” she said. I will never forgive them. But if you do. Then I will… sort of.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Madakos whispered with a tired smile.

Both blipped back to their fort they had in the land of Bacteria. Madakos healed himself somewhat, but Hunila helped a lot. Although with near infinite Zira, there was still residual pain, shock and trauma from being tortured, and from having Demon crystals stuck in his brain.

“Refortify this place!” Madakos ordered, “there are far more Demons than I imagined.”

“Something tells me we’ll be alright,” Hunila mused.

Many powers on the continent feared what a warlock could do, but Cahov had discovered exactly exactly what they were so afraid of and why it was so foolish to antagonise one. Madakos’s fears of reprisals would never come, Hunila would become a folk story for aeons into the future, a story to scare Demon children if they misbehaved; what she did was so outlandish, it seemed unreal to many, but everyone who witnessed it and was lucky to survive said she was a force of nature. Some even recounted Hunila in troubadour tales, a she wolf; but Madakos was regretful, his she wolf had risked a lot to come rescue him.

“I’m sorry Hunila, had I not been so…”

“For what?” Hunila laughed, “you did nothing wrong, nothing at all.”