“What do you mean the buildings in Lower A Area had collapsed?” a man’s voice boomed in the small room. The shouting male, who towered over eight feet, holding a sword as massive as his size, glared at the woman who stood before him with her hands crossed across her chest.
“We just received the information from one of our trusted eyes. The church could be in danger. I have a sent a warning to all the heroes and hunters on standby, and we are prepared to face what is rampaging around in the city…”
The man listened to her speak. Her voice was like a melody to his ears, and whenever she spoke he would calm down from a second, as if he dipped into a warm spring. Soon, the anger would blare up again, and he would glare at her with bulging eyes, “Helen, that is not enough!”
She shook her head, her long grey hair fluttering, “It is not like we have a choice. Our heroes are already stretched too thin. I was thinking we withdraw some heroes from the church to reinforce the others, but we have no idea how dangerous the threat is…”
“If you were thinking that, why haven’t you done that — feeling the need to involve me?” With a cold frown on his face, the man asked. A soft breeze flew into the room thorough the open windows: the curtains shook, and dust blown off the framed art hung on the walls.
“Information reached us that Ryan is on the field. The information reached us hours ago, and till now, there has been no news of the demons’ eradication.” Helen paused for effect, letting it sink into his thick skull before continuing, “Mark, if we do not hurry, things will get uglier.”
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“What do you mean the heroes are withdrawing from their positions?” the voice of the Eminence in Chaos boomed, rocking the walls, “This is unheard of! Something must be— oh, shit…” he cursed a moment later as a realisation struck, “Fryrr, have you tried reaching Aysla?”
Standing far across his desk was a young girl dressed in black and red, her short purple gleamed as she stood under the candlelight, wielding a dagger in her hands. Her eyes were large, and both of them gleamed brighter than the candlelight as she stared at the Chaos Eminence.
“No, Father.” She replied honestly, her voice was not loud and quite low pitched. She reached into her pockets, feeling around for a while then drawing out a dumb phone. He watched as she prepared to dial a number then sighed, causing her to pause and lift her gaze to him.
“That is no long necessary. I have a bad feeling that Mylos is causing a lot of trouble.” He stood to his feet, clenching his hand into fists. In many years, he had not felt this feeling humans anxiety. It ate up to the core of his heart as he thought of the numerous problems Mylos could cause.
He turned around to Fryrr who had pocketed her phone and was now staring at him intently. He fell silent for a while, struggling to find the words, then a decisive gleam flashed in his eyes, “Gather a group and go find out what he is doing. Aysla won’t be enough to handle him!”
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“In trouble, you say?” a young man, his robes fluttering in the wind, sat on a rock in a dead forest reserve. His aura pulsated with energy, and he had his brows furrowed tight. His eyes were close and they were still, not moving even once. A runic array was drawn around him.
“Madeleine was lost. Alas, even as a demon, her unprecedented potential still shines.” The young man standing behind the sitting man bowed his head calmly, dressed in denim wear with a holstered gun strapped to his side, “I can only imagine the lengths she can now reach.”
“Do you have any information on the devil she sold her soul to?” the shut-eyed man questioned, his long golden locks beating rhythmically in the wind. After a few seconds of pause, the runic arrays he had scattered on the ground burst apart in gold flames, “You have no idea?”
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“None of the demon clans in these areas are masters in the art of necromancy.” He paused with a frown on his face then continued, “As you must speculate, other demons in farther areas practice this with their leader being an Eminence grand in the art of undead summoning.”
“Tell me his name…”
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Mylos battled with Ryan until his hands grew sore, healed and sorer again. The hero fought in a fierce offensive but Mylos’s defence was strong. He deflected all of Ryan’s attacks without breaking a sweat, a frown plastered on his face as their battle forged on.
“I do not understand…” Mylos spoke, their statement reaching a balance. He ducked, dodging the cleaving blade from Ryan, stepping forward and slamming his palm into Ryan’s chest. A light circled his wrist, and a beam of energy shot out through his palm, “Why you fight a wasted battle.”
Ryan staggered back, lowering his gaze to the hole in his chest. Mylos dashed forth to finish him off, but before his blade could reach the stunned Ryan a figure dashed forward and Ryan was taken from Mylos’s range. Aysla dashed past, dragging the hammer with her.
Mylos blinked, sliding to a halt and turning around to stare in the direction Ryan ran in. He stood in silence for a while, watching as they dissipated into the shadows. When they were gone, he turned around and scoffed, “There are more pressing issues than chasing them now.”
He walked to Madeleine who lay on the ground, slowly healing. Mylos watched her silently then he took the body of one of former comrades, throwing it towards her. She did not waste any time in burying her face into their pale flesh, chewing through quickly.
As she ate, her healing rates sped up considerably. Aysla dropped the hammer and turned to the collapsed buildings. Mylos watched as she dug through the debris, dragging out a young woman who was barely alive from the scenario, then Aysla bit into the woman’s neck.
A loud scream pierced the night as the woman screamed, clawing at Aysla who clenched her jaws without hesitation, snapping the woman’s neck. As the woman collapsed, Aysla gnawed. After ripping the woman apart, Aysla stuffed flesh and bone into her mouth with a voracious fervour.
The other demons rushed the collapsed buildings, consuming the dead — or dying — humans. A cold feeling birthed in Mylos’s heart as he watched the demons rip the humans apart, feeding amidst wild screams and anguished cries, “Doesn’t this make me a hypocrite?”
Any demon that tried to consume a child, Mylos swung his fist, blowing apart with no mercy in a burst of purplish flames. Feasting on sacrificial lambs were one thing, but Mylos had a line he would never cross. He sighed, digging through the rubble and dragging out the few that had lived.
“I will leave them here and they will be found by the church.” He chuckled softly, “By the time the children had woken up, the church would have been wiped out. I will make sure that this won’t occur again, no matter the circumstances.” Holding a child, barely three, Mylos frowned.
He had become an enemy to battle an injustice, yet was he not repeating the same mistakes he’d sought out to fight? He dropped the children atop the rubble, stepping back calmly, wondering if one would one day embark on a journey to avenge the fallen. Like he believed he had.
“Such a cute weakness can be easily exploited by your enemies.” Aysla stepped to stand beside Mark, reaching out her hand and relaxing it on his shoulder. It began to shake and she frowned, the soft gleam in her eyes turning sharp, “There is only one path for us now.”
“Elder sister, sometimes I tend to forget that there is a reason I detest human morals.” As a peal of laughter butchered the silence, Mylos threw his head back. He gazed into the night sky, a vicious smile forming on his face as he stopped the laughter, “I was never a human.”
“Shall we continue with the assault, or do you need to rest?” She withdrew her hand, watching Mylos with a smile growing on her face. The sole horn that grew out oh her head gleamed, and her fangs, exposed from her toothed grin, reflected the light of the moon.
“Split the groups, I will attack the churches with Alissa and Lisa — I need you to create a great distraction for me. Once the church is knocked down, numerous demons will appear and a disaster will bloom. Someone will have to curtail it, somehow…” Mylos sucked his teeth, snapping his fingers.
Alissa who lay on the ground, playing dead and headless, sat up to her feet. Her head began to regenerate, and Lisa who stood in her defence watched calmly. Once Alissa’s head was healed, she stood to her feet, bowing before Mylos as Madeleine stepped forward to join her.
“Ah, no no. Madeleine will go with Aysla. I will need the spotlight for myself this time.” With the smile on his face quickly turning cruel, he turned around and stared in the direction of the church, “The hunt is only fun when the prey struggles.”