After two weeks of constant bombardment, the gates of castle Ifel finally fell and the invading army rushed in.
“We shall go in three waves” General Martel roared at his army.
“First the cavalry will run through, kill or maim any in your way but do no slow or stop. Then the light foot soldiers go in and take care of any survivors. The last wave is the heavily armored troop, do not bother with killing individuals, your job is to destroy any remaining pockets of resistance. Brother’s remember your oaths, let the blood of the infidels stain the earth for eternity as a warning to those who seek to defy the will of Athos”
Soon the only ones left are the General, his personal guards and a rail thin black figure shrouded in a black cloak, his face hidden by the cloak’s hood.
“Behar, your job is the most important, make fast for the inner castle and extinguish the Kahn bloodline, your clan has already been paid more than handsomely”
The cloaked figure did not deign to respond as he flitted off into the night faster than the eye could see.
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Behar’s POV
Almost as long as my memory is deep, blood and the night have been close companions, yet the stench of savagery in the air tonight makes even my mouth turn sour. As I make my way towards the royal palace, I see limbs being sundered from bodies, disembodied screams echoing through the night. None are spared, none are left alive, man, woman or child. Just a few meters to my right I see a familiar young soldier of about 16 years old. His name is Harnell, he had seemed to me during my short stay with the Parnian army, a decent young man from a decent family but now his face his twisted into a terrifying grimace by a wild killing intent and savage lust, below him is a girl of about five years old, her eyes now empty and lifeless. The young man unaware of her demise, or perhaps just not caring, continues to rape her corpse.
The fighting has reached the royal palace. Enshrouded by darkness I am unseen and unobserved as I hurry towards the inner chambers.