Hate.... something i've had since i can remember. What do i hate? its simple.... EVERYTHING, these mortals fed by greed, jealousy, anger, hate, pity, love, and happiness..some of the few i can name. humans are worthless. they murder, rape, extort, blackmail, bully, and enslave others believing themselves better than the rest.
now what am i? am i any better? id say not its a simple deduction on my part. i've know nothing but hate ever since i was brought into existence. humans have called me a Demon. a pity really as i'm but a product of their excessive emotions. their desire for bloodshed had caused me anger, and their fear brings me joy.
the race i belong too can be called demons. and i'd be proud to be considered one. my strength has grown with every new battle the humans make. which is quite often i might add. for the first few years i never really planned to do anything as it seemed their ways of life would destroy themselves. i waited for 112 years watching idly.
but this may have been a mistake in hindsight. how?.... simply because all the pain they have felt i have felt as well every unsavory feeling i feel as well but my soul was far too strong to be corrupted. this however did not mean didn't learn of their pains, nor their feelings. at first i didn't mind as they were at constant war.
this drowned out most of the feelings, and pain. i couldn't pinpoint as it was washed away by rivers of blood and pain, fear and helplessness. but once the fighting calmed and then came the time they called "peace". their lust for power, greed for wealth, and their jealousy of others. quite shocking how much this flooded in.
but there was one feeling that disgusted me FAR more than any other. the pain of hunger, the pain of rape, the helplessness, and the rage that accompanied them. their minds break easily quite fragile if i may add. there was blood , and lust. plenty of it which made me wonder why they built things like kingdoms.
ahh but i digress my rambling may bore those who may be listening. these feelings over a prolonged amount of time have formed my body. built my power. and fueled my rage. which birthed more hate. kindling the fire i could no longer suppress. i vented my hate, and anger on the lives of these human's i showed no mercy. and dealt a swift death too many.
to those who caused these floods of pain. i did not grand salvation upon death. i took their souls and..'cleansed' them of their deeds, and when they believed id release their souls when i was satisfied i did not relent i ripped them from the cycle of life and devoured their existence.
the gods who protect these puny beings attempted to fight me. both through direct and indirect conflict. their last attempt was sending this thing they called a hero. a pathetic being i may add i could smell his arrogance and self-appreciation from my throne. and i also sensed a hidden but powerful lust in this would be savior.
quite hypocritical sending this demon guised as a hero to fight the 'Demon' they deemed unholy. i guess i could say he wasn't a half bad fighter. though not nearly enough to fight me. the 'siege' on my castle if you can call it that. was quite quick they strolled in like assassins, and snuck into my throne room.
challenging me too fight them. while hurling insults at me. amused i obliged them faking a ruse of my anger. there were seven in all 2 Knights, a mage, a ranger, 2 healer's and the hero. underestimation seems to be an understatement in this situation.
"Come! you cowardly demon!"(Hero)
"today's the day you die!"(knight)
"such a devilish being must be purged by the decree of our majesty!"(mage)
hmm? their majesty? such a blatant out-cry for someone who hasn't done much more than endanger the lives of his subjects. this raised a chuckle from me. which i did not hide much to their dismay.
"you laugh? while you face your doom? your quite dumb, Demon Lord"(hero)
Demon lord? i've never referred to myself as such. hmm their assumptions amuse me more.
"puny hero *chuckles* you say such things yet you don't even grasp the truth in front of you? yet you call what you do just? what have you done that's different than i?"
"many things!! i don't terrorize and slaughter the innocent and i dont torture those who govern the people!"(Hero)
"you and your race, innocent? and you call what they did governing? you jest my naive young hero"
"enough! your word's are useless!"(Knight)
"yeah! your words don't sway anyone prepare yourself!!"(hero)
the fool lunges forward to get close enough to strike me. while the mage prepairs a semi-powerful water spell. the knights seem to be sticking close to the hero to cover him if needed. the ranger has taken a distance, and fires's a arrow clad in red aura at me chest. the healer is casting a holy veil on the hero. most likely an assumed great protection for him. ahh i think i forgot to add. beside the hero there are only 2 males. one of the nights, and the mage. the 4 women seem to all be young with rather voluptuous proportions..no doubt to the hero's preference. but enough about them the hero's sword no doubt a godly weapon starts glowing luminescent white. casting an odd glow on his pale blond hair his blue eye's which are laced with hostility. i shift myself to avoid it. not forgetting to notice the small spear of water hurtling towards me i cast a quick shield redirecting it to intercept the rangers arrow. which worked splendidly. the female knight moves in close to push me back for the hero's re-adjustment her short hair peaking slightly from her helmet with her jade eyes flaring beneath her fringe. she pushes forward slightly just to find her knees buckle from the pain of having her left shoulder vaporize as she gets thrown back with a swift kick too her abdomen which caused a gruesome indent on the breastplate. flying directly into the mage dodging the haphazard swing from the hero i move almost instantly too the collapsed mage and with a quick and sickening stomp, and cracking sound. his head is no more. seeing the suffering gasps of the female knight i send my finger through her armor drilling directly into her heart with a flash of mana i stop it instantly putting her down quickly.
i notice the horrid look on the healer who has yet to do anything i can't fault her however seeing as how her mind is weak to the pressure i exude. not missing a beat i hear the horror filled gasp as i move next to her the other healer trying to put the holy field over her collapsed friend...or maybe it's her sister i can't tell i do the same to her as i did the female knight much to the dismay of the aforementioned 'sister?'. i'm struck by an arrow to the knee. i chuckle as it bounces off 'i guess i'll still be an adventurer' i simply ignore them as i face the hero who is now in a fit of rage i backhand him a lightly as i wouldn't want him dieing too soon he stumbles back and trips his cheek turning purple. the male knight rushes forward as the healer through a fit of tears rushes over to the hero like a newborn fawn. the knight attempts to hit me with his shield i grab the top of it and swat away his mace which nearly strikes the ranger in the chest 'quite nimble' i smile then turn my attention back to the knight who with fear on his face frantically trying to remove the shield. i guess that's what happens when you bend the metal around an enemy's arm.
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i look over to their hero who has recovered, and is swinging his sword in an upward slash to my chest. i move the ever struggling knight into its trajectory in which the glowing sword finds no resistance rampaging its way through his abdomen severing his torso from his lower half. the blood sprays hit the hero. who is now exasperated staring down at his companion with his arms holding the sword just slightly above his right shoulder. i grab the hilt and thrust it down digging deep into it yet i don't push all the way through as an arrow is stationary right in front of my left eye crushing it with my free hand. 'impressive' i grin the healer screaming at me to let the hero go she seems rather hopeless i might add. seeming as if i'd complied. i drop the hero and more next to the ranger who was circling me for some time i grab her arm and snap the bow in her hands. she jerks to a stop seeing as how her momentum was cut off by myself. i stare at her ignoring the cry-filled yell's in the background interestingly enough she is an elf with an ever surprising short-bob haircut elves value their hair almost as much as their ears i notice her ears aren't as long as most elves curious i invoke [Analyze]
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Name: Ifry Litzual Birch
Race: Woodkin(noble elf),Human(noble)
Gender:Female
Class: Legendary Hunter
Lvl: 67 Title:
HP: 1240/1300 MP: 1390/3500
STR:223 VIT:260 WIS:192
INT:158 DEX:320 RES:37
Skills: Gods Eye(lvl-7) Quick shot(lvl-8) Precision(lvl-7) Quick hands(lvl-5)
Bow(lvl-9) Hindsight(lvl-6) prediction(lvl-4) Pain resistance(lvl-3) Feint(lvl-8)>>
Magic: Speed reinforcement(lvl-7) Body enhance(lvl-7) Quick(lvl-6) light foot(lvl-5) Reinforce Strength(lvl-7) Far sight(lvl-6)
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*whistle's* i'm impressed, the hero really had the cream of the crop. though it's rare to see an elf with human blood. their kind loath such things. though it's just petty discrimination from a haughty race. coming back from my inner thoughts. i can see the color of this girls face paling she seems to have seen my interest appear on my face. i seem to have let it slip. not wanting to cause unnecessary torment i drained the mana from her causing her to fall limp on the ground. i don't plan to kill her i'll keep her. not for lustrous deeds mind you I've no intent to force myself on anyone. i simply plan to use her to quell my interest. i have a bad habit of taking girls and confining them away from harm though it is few who have wrought this ugly quirk of mine i like watching others live their lives. they receive luxury, and a safe carefree life and i get to indulge in my interest. even if they hate or fear me.
as if to draw me from my own mind the hero yells out at me his shoulder mended and his face a fuming red the healer sitting behind him. seems she has lost all light in her as her eye's look empty if not for the sadness id say it was so. ahh back to the hero
"YOU BASTARD!! How dare you do such cruel act's!!"
while screaming this he holds his sword readying what looks to be a heroic skill then with loud yell-
"[TRINITY RELEASE]!!!"
a flurry of flashes later the hero is slumped near me missing his legs, and sword. falling is unconscious i make sure he won't die of blood-loss as i turn to the healer
"do you wish to join them?"
her ear twitches upon me uttering those words she turns to me with tears flowing
"i can release you...hate me as you will upon re-entering the circle of life relate your hate too your gods and maybe they will release divine punishment upon me"
i said with a chuckle. her face dropped and then looked up again anger in her eye's. she stands up and charges at me. the ranger screaming for her to stop.
"quiet pet!" i say while ending the healers misery. setting her body down i move to the still limp ranger. i sling her over my shoulder and walk to the garden deeper within my castle and release her there the other's living there already know what this means. i got back up into my throne room by now the hero has awoken so i put him back into sleep i grab the back of his collar and drag him out of my domain. he smell a little rotten thus i hold him at a distance.
after about an hour i find myself in front of the human king in his throne room. tossing the defeated hero on the floor i utter a simple sentence. glaring at their so called king.
"you will watch him die" leaving the audience of noble knights and royalty is a depressed silence. moving my hand down i use the holy sword to pierce the hero's heart leaving everyone watching with gasps as they witness my act of cruelty the king starts screaming something but oddly i can't make it out. such a loud ringing noise is sounding in my ears my body slowly starting too glow. not knowing what's happening i briskly make my way to the king. suspecting him as the perpetrator i drop a elbow into his shoulder putting his life on the fast train to hell. however the light doesn't dissipate now practical blinding i can no longer hear or see anything as well as feel with touch.
after such light it goes black and in this void i hear a annoyingly divine voice say "i hope with your new life about to begin you can find a life with less hatred for life" with that said i feel as if my mind shuts off. after what seemed like en eternity swirling in the confines of my mind i awake in a forest. i look around and wonder where i am as attempt to stand but stumble wondering why i inspect myself. 'hmmm seems my body has reverted to that of a toddler' since nothing is strange about my newly younger body. understanding why i stumbles i look for a place to go. realizing im stark naked now i walk through the forest. cursing the existence who did this. i finally find a road and shortly after spot a human carriage in the distance feeling the need to release some stress i contemplate murdering them all. 'ahh but with this body they won't be willing to put up a fight' wishing i still had my mask' ahh well ill be merciful for the time being. as i'm lost in thought one of the guards rides over to me on a horse and with a worried look on his face asks me-
"Lil'lass are you ok? what happened too ya? being stark in th' wood's aint safe for a lil'girl come ill fetch ya a blanket and see about gettin ya some cloths. ahh whats yer name lass?"
finding his tone amusing as its the first time i've had anyone worrying about me i indulge him with a simple utterance
"Lily Lukrua Mephistopheles"