I have been listening to Seether's Six Gun quota

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POV: Perit

I dash through the two opened doors, and skid to a stop. Turning left I sprint towards where the screams came from. A path, that is all I see. I path to quench my thirst for blood that I have bottled up for so long.

Sprinting through the hallways, I hear the familiar tapping of metal against stone. slowing my gait I turn my gaze to behind me. Several guards are following my trail. I silently turn my gaze ahead of me and I begin to sprint once again. 

nearing the origin of the screams I turn the last corner, but I skid to a abrupt halt. The walls, ceiling, and floor are encrusted in a thick layer of ice. on top of all the ice is a thin layer of frost making the ice impossible to see through. moving my gaze further down the hall I find a heavy wooden door sealed shut with four pillars of ice.

Sir Perit: "magic." 

The only creatures capable of using magic would be the summoned hero's or demons. I'm sure now, there is a demon on the other side of that door.

Stomping along the ice, I bend my knees to allow me to better balance along the unsteady flooring. As I get closer to the door, the feeling of residual emotion lingers. 

I've felt this before in the king's first fight long ago. Later he told me that when he felt angry his magic was released faster and more intense, than when he was cold hearted. Magic is dangerous, a stray thought can kill hundreds at a time. When he was first summoned in the empire, he blew up a slave auction whist in progress. Slavery was illegal in his previous world, and he saw it immoral. The one good thing about my king is that he is adaptable, in a week he was OK with the concept and even bought his first sex-slave. In hind-sight I should have considered that he would turn lecherous in time.

Stepping close to the pillars of ice, I hesitantly stop. Curiosity getting the better of me, I reach my right hand over to one of the ice pillars and I rub off the frost. With the first swipe of my hand I could at first tell that something was inside, at the eighth rub of the palm of my gloved hand I see Laura. She wore her black maid uniform with a face forever frozen into a state of confusion.

Laura is always with princess Eris, that means that Eris was here when the demon came. Turning my head quickly I search the  other pillars for the body of Eris. Rubbing the first ice pillar I find a guard that wore steel banded  armor who wielded a steel cross spear, the standard uniform of the armed guards of the kings castle. 

Eris is not here! Quickly, I turn my head towards the wooden door encased in ice. This magic suggests that there is a dangerous force that has been here.

Has Princess Eris been kidnapped! throwing my cross spear behind me, I draw my sword. A shine ignites the hallway, this light comes from my long sword. This Damascus steel sword is an heirloom in my family. centuries ago, during the dark ages the method to forge Damascus steel was lost. A baron ancestor of mine discovered the sword and is now passed through our line of succession. Even when we lost our barony we kept this sword. Now I hold it, infused with the magic gifted to me by the king himself before his fall into debauchery.

raising the blade into a stance I unleash the strength hidden underneath the surface of the metal in an explosive diagonal strike. Softly, and without sound, the door is bisected in two. glimpsing into the room, I see that it is vacant of all life. The shine of the moon illuminates the room, the blue shine from the moon mixes with the violent red light of the sword.

twisting my right foot in the ice, I raise my left leg and kick the lower half of the door that was upright. The door flew into the room and hit the bed, breaking it into a heap of fabric and wood.

On the other side of the door the ice stops. I expected the ice to encroach into the room, yet the inside is clear. With the exception of the destroyed bed of course.

I regain my stance with the sword. I hesitate for a moment. I move forward into the room, concentrating for any movement that may alert me of a presence. Detecting no presence in the room, I glance around the room for some clue of what happened.

I see rags of silk and torn sleep wear laying on the ground. Why is this garment ripped?

Ah, this is not important right now! Where is Princess Eris?

Raising my eyes I see the widow, the full moon is shining brilliantly. But what truly draws my attention is the powder like stuff on the floor next to the window.

Steadily I walk towards the window. I reach down and carefully look at the strange substance. Looking closer I can see a light without color being emitted from within. Strange indeed, looking into the light I cannot comprehend what I see. A light without color, my mind cannot understand what my eyes see. Barely, just barely I can see within the light. Chills run down my spine as its true nature is revealed. This is not light, but physical hatred. Hate so deep that it spawns the emotion itself into the world.

*drip* *drip* 

A faint sound echos beneath me.

My tensed body spins to deal with the intruder only to see the mirror that was gifted to Eris for her fourth birthday. Dreading what is beneath, I remove my helm. Expecting to see my brown hair and green eyes. What I see before me though is a person with skin, and hair white as chalk. My previously green eyes are now blood red, blood fall from of my eyes and nose.

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I have been cursed! My god. Revenge! I can only hope for revenge, but first. I don my helm once again, I must hide my features in the future. 

hair white as chalk and eyes red as blood is the brand of the curse. The god of Justice told all humans during the beginning of the world that those born with red eyes and white hair are those branded with the sign that they will grow up to do evil things in the future. For this reason, all people born with the curse are given the church where they are tortured until the age of 10. When they become ten they are put into a metal cage and lowered into a powerful chemical derived from basilisks, this process turns them into stone. Their bodies of stone are then often sold to nobles for their halls.

With my helm over my head, I jump to my feet and look through the window to find my target. Ah, I found her. Looking below, I find Eris at the bottom of the tower. How did she get down there? Gah, doesn't matter. I'll retrieve her!

Rushing out of the room, I almost hesitate when I find that the ice outside the room is now gone without a trace. The bodies that were encased in ice are also gone along with their armor and clothes.

I ignore this mystery, I'll learn the truth later after I retrieve Eris. The fastest way out would be through the back gates, so naturally I run through the castle's maze of familiar corridors.

With the only sound being my own breath along with the several footsteps my mind drifted. Wait several? Even I'm not sure why, but as it turns out people follow me whenever I run somewhere. Its really weird. I am the caption of the guard, so I guess its not too weird.

Sprinting with my powerful legs, I outran everyone that followed me. Shoving the last door open, I see that the gate is lowered and is letting a carriage into the castle.

Sir Perit: "Out of the way!"

Commanding the the carriage to move out of the way. Ironically my yelling caused these stupid horses that pulled the carriage to stop their approach. Ah f**k them. They are blocking the gate exit.

Once I am 4 meters away from the carriage, I jump. I wasn't sure how I had the power to jump 4 meters into the air to get onto the carriage, I just knew that I could. Power pulses through my veins.

I run along the top of the carriage. Without looking I can tell that the garrison is shocked by my display of power. The carriage is only 3 meters long, so it didn't take long for me to get to the back end of the carriage. Dropping from the carriage, my feet touch the dirt road. I see Eris off in the distance, she is running towards the cliffs that surround parts of the castles perimeter.

With a steady breath I sprint the final stretch. I see her stop once she reached the edge of the cliff. The idiot did not know of this? A girl being ignorant of something, why am I not surprised?

I stop sprinting. I'll walk the rest of the distance, because I don't want to spook the half-wit into falling. As soon as I'm about 7 meters away from her, she takes one step back.

Princess Eris: "Stop!"

I freeze. Her voice is like that of an angel. The beauty of the voice made my now exhausted muscles relax and heal. Who knew that the Princess of Silence had such a voice, tch such a waste. wait a minute I didn't think of this before, but how did she even get here, she is only four years old? How did she scale that tower, with such weak arms that couldn't lift five pounds let alone her weight.

Doesn't matter, I guess I'll make a little lie to guilt her into coming back. This should work considering how innocent I'm sure she is.

Sir Perit: "Princess Eris, I leader of the king's body guard sir Perit am ordered to bring you to the king. Cease this foolishness. There is nowhere to go. Come back with me. I'm sure your father is very worried about you.

On her stoic face that hid all emotion, I saw no restraint. Her face had a beautiful smile that combined with her face that is surely lewd. Her lips beg to be kissed and hips that are asking to be ravaged

Licking my lips a lewd face naturally blossoms onto my face. I wonder if I could manage to get the king to gift me another one of his daughters. Hehehe.

Jaken: "Oh, but sir Perit, Why should I go back to the castle when there is a perfectly good cliff that is beckoning my arrival. Do you hear them? They want me, they are waiting."

Aw, shit. If I didn't know better I would say that she is simply insane, but from the magic I've seen I give this more credit that just simple insanity. Eris has been possessed. Come back with me, fight it. I'm sure you want to be in my bed.

Sir Perit: "Don't be selfish, come back home where you belong." I take a step forward, panic that the demon will force her off setting in.

She responds to my panic by shaking her soft, cute head. Her black hair shifting in the wind. Just for a moment, I saw the left side of her face. I am stunned, how drastic can ones beauty be changed by a simple scar.

Jaken: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, How I've awaited this day! Sorry Perit, but I must heed their call. Don't worry, these nightmares can be befriended." She pauses for a moment, and her now terrifying grin deepened, "Trust me."

Letting herself fall into the blackness below she disappeared.

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Hello, author here. I feel like all my antogonists are very generic and black and white. Does anyone have advice for a new author. I am willing to take any criticism