User blog:Rexis12/A Brother's Love, A Soldier's Rage

Run.

He had to run, they were so close to him already, he needed to run.

He could hear them, his ears enhanced by the Demonic Energy in his body alerted him of their presence. Not that he needed to know that, even before they were close enough to be heard his body was edging to turn around and present himself to them, the urge of an Incubus was barely outweighed by the speck of humanity he had retained.

Long and powerful strides carried him forward, each step let out a purplish glow as the appendage tried it’s best to carry it owner to safety. They were getting closer, he could hear their excited chattering, the taunts that they were throwing, their own demonic energy painting a mental image in his mind.

Their tanned skin rippling with muscle, just waiting to be caressed. Their lips kept soft by their magic, so that he could kiss them with glee. Their lust just waiting to be sated, for him to stick his manhood right into th-

He held back a scream as he bit down on his tongue. Tears threatened to fall as red liquid trailed down his mouth from the bitten muscle. The pain made him stumble, a stumble that allowing his pursuers to get ever closer. Yet he ran, keeping his teeth embedded into his tongue to keep the errant thoughts away.

Escape, he needed to escape, to get away from them. His humanity the bare speck of dust that remained forced him forward.

It was funny. He was running from the monsters due to his humanity, yet each step that rocketed him forward was due to the Demonic Energy inside him.

Despite his efforts, he was simply slower than his chasers. While he could cross a clearing in a minute, they would only take fifty seconds. Two minutes to cross a river, they did it in one and a half. The harder he ran, the harder they chased.

In the end he lost the hunt.

Tackled from behind, he let out a silent scream as the force pushed him forward. His view shifted from the tree in front of him, to the grassy ground beneath him. Immediately he tried to stand up, he pushed against the mud, but the weight kept him down. He tried to roll to the side, but the one on top of him held him in place. Weakly he clawed his hands forward in a desperate attempt to crawl away. His wrist were grabbed and held behind his back the instant they made movement.

In the end, after how many minutes or hours of running. Of leaping over rivers, dodging trees, attempting to throw them out of his path, all that amounted to nothing as he laid on the ground. He heard the one on top of him whisper into his ears, words that promised him pleasure and more. He ignored it, once he had those words that promised pleasure, but when that pleasure subsided all was left was pain and regret. Once he had fooled himself into believing those lies, once was enough from him to realise that mistake.

As he was picked up, memories of his family came rushing to him, in hopes he could use them to empower himself to escape. The memory of his mother’s smiling face, of his siblings goody grins, of his father’s kind but stern teachings. All of that was enough for him to want to escape, but he didn’t have the power. Besides, they were slowing fading anyway, they seemed to return only because they were about to be snuffed out. It had happened before, the Demonic Energy made him forget and forged new ones before, it was doing that now. Being so close to the monsters only made the process faster.

His eyes ignored the sight of the grinning woman who walked behind the one carrying him, instead he looked past them. He wondered if he could have actually escape, to return to his home and rest. Oh well, he would never know, he was captured, his fate being a ‘husband’ to the ones victorious.

If this were a fairy tale, he would have a knight come save him. If this were his fairy tale, he wanted either his brother or father to save him. But then again, fairy tales didn’t exist.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Anger.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rage.

<p class="MsoNormal">That was all he could feel overwhelming anger, overflowing rage. His blood was boiling to the point It would make an Ignis flinch. All of that vexation was turned into hate.

<p class="MsoNormal">Hatred at their overconfidence, at their smugness, at their audacity to send him a threat.

<p class="MsoNormal">A threat wouldn’t usually affect him, after years of working where he was now, threats were common place. Yet those were threats on himself, on his reputation that he could care less about, on his money which he could earn more, on his position where it didn’t matter to him. Those kinds of threat he wouldn’t give a damn even if they tried to follow them through.

<p class="MsoNormal">But when they place a threat on his family.

<p class="MsoNormal">At that point the Demon Lord let out a shiver as a cold chill ran up her spine.

<p class="MsoNormal">He ignored the warnings, he ignored the threat itself. Instead he merely glared at the letter that they gave to him, the letter containing the strands of his hair, along with a drop of blood in which they would threaten to add more. All he needed to do was quit and join them, and then no harm would be placed onto them.

<p class="MsoNormal">Instead of that, he charged right out as soon as he could. Sounds of panic and indignation to his actions were deaf to his ears. The shock looks of his comrades as he ran right past them he didn’t see. Any attempts to stop him were shoved aside or thrown away.

<p class="MsoNormal">All he could see was that his brother was captured. All he could hear was the stupidity of the monsters that tried to use him as way to threaten him. Their stupid attempt to get him to change sides.

<p class="MsoNormal">Even as his armour flashed in panic as his emotions grew wilder and wilder as he ran to his destination. The magic placed onto his protected gear reacted with the pure maelstrom of his soul. The man’s spiritual magic that was swirling around due to his rage unknowingly strengthened the magic.

<p class="MsoNormal">He didn’t know nor did he care.

<p class="MsoNormal">When he arrived, he didn’t come up with a plan like he would supposed to do when rescuing someone. If he had been more rational he would gather a few troops who would voluntarily go with him, sweetening his words by telling him that the capturer was a well-known soldier of the Demon Army, albeit retired. Afterwards they would discuss on the appropriate way to approach the camp. Whether to wait at night and steal his brother away as they slept solving the problem without bloodshed, or charge at Dawn when they were still waking from sleep, allowing them to save his brother and take down a potential threat.

<p class="MsoNormal">If he did retain even rationality to think of that, he was sure he would have discarded it either way.

<p class="MsoNormal">There were two guards standing by the entrance, when he stepped into the village there were two corpses that barely noticeable. There were five of them blocking his way, afterwards there five bodies bisected in the middle. Again and again this repeated itself, they would try to stop it only to meet their end by his blade, the weapon glowing like a star in the night sky as it would slice through flesh like wet paper. Their blows did not affect him as they bounced off the armour that shone like the sun. Shock were apparent in their faces when their blows were turned, when their magic was blocked and while they would gaping at the impossibility, he ended their lives with his sword, their blood sprayed out, coating the ground attempting to cover his armour in the tainted blood. Sadly the steel plates evaporated any blood that came into contact with it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eventually he came to the center of the town. At that point every single villager was surrounding the man, not because they were thinking of attacking him, not it was because they were afraid, they surrounded him because they would scramble out of his way as he continued his rampage. Then the rampage seem to stop.

<p class="MsoNormal">Before the man had suddenly begun his killing spree, they were in the middle of their mating ritual. Most of the men they had captured had been untied, except for one. In his rage, he had screamed out the name of who he was here for, as such the fear that came from the anger filled scream made it difficult for them to undo the man’s bonds.

<p class="MsoNormal">It took a half a second for him to cross the distance and impale the one standing by his brother. Another half second for the blade to glow ever brighter. When he swung his sword, her body exploded in a gory explosion, splattering the stage, his brother and the ones that were close enough in crimson liquid.

<p class="MsoNormal">After that especially bloody display he calmed down. The one that had captured his brother was dead, and his brother was still safe. He cut the rope holding his brother, and carried him out of the village. Everyone stepped out of his path, no one dared to incur his wrath again.

<p class="MsoNormal">All except for the leader of the village. If his display of anger was impressive, than the one being shown by the one screaming at him came to a close second. He ignored her words as he gently laid his brother down and whirled around. Before it took him half a second to cross the distance between him and the stage. Now in the approximately same distance and not in a state of anger and fury, it only took a quarter.

<p class="MsoNormal">He didn’t fight or kill her no. Instead he gave a warning. Two actually, one was the cut that started from her right shoulder, went in between her breast and stopped at her left hip. If the blade responsible wasn’t enchanted he was sure that wouldn’t be possible. His second warning was an obvious one. He ordered them to stay away from his brother, less she make him angry again.

<p class="MsoNormal">The threat he gave wasn’t a grand one, a simple if she did this again he would kill her and every single person in the village, it was still enough to get the point across.

<p class="MsoNormal">He left, not even turning back to the massacre he had just performed.