User blog:TheKillerMojo/The Order of The Monster Hunters 4

The soldiers of the monster hunters mill about the village and began setting up for the night. Tents are pitched up as fires are beginning to light up inside and out of the village. Ivic walked through the town to reach the outskirts of the village in the back. He received the occasional greeting or salute from his fellow comrades in arms and acknowledged them in turn. It seemed all funny to him, how the men simply treated the village as if it were their own home, yet they had taken it from monsters and humans turned incubus. Of course this wasn't the first time he had done this nor would it be the last as he believed it. He felt no guilt from doing what he had to do, such things were bound to happen in the world of war, cruel and destructive.

He compromised on the fact that the villagers would be more willing to have their own village, albeit forcefully, occupied rather than having them put to the stakes and their own belongings taken or burned. The Order demanded the blood of those who have turned corrupted from demonic energies or any monster to be spilled upon the earth and be eradicated. The monster hunters were a different cut from the rest of the Order, originally, they opted for the subjugation and control of demons and all things demonic. As with the new Demon Lord, things have become changed now. With the demons becoming more lustful and erotic compared to the ages of former demon lords, humanity now faces a more ever present danger of extinction, in a much more different way than previously imagined by human scholars.

Ivic would have none of it however, no needless blood would be spilled nor any man being converted into incubus by the hands of demonic treachery. He found himself in the outer reaches of the village now, he spotted only a few tents with fireplaces being lit, but there were considerably much less soldiers here than there were in the village and at the entrance. He had quickly found the villagers though, they were only heavily guarded by a few dozen troopers but they were corralled into a circle with only a few torch stands being the only thing making their cage.

From where Ivic could see, none of them seem to exhibit any aggressive behavior towards the guards or the surrounding soldiers. They were probably too afraid and nervous to actually do anything, and he would be quite right in that regard. The monster were not as combative as the other monsters, a good majority of them being either docile or peaceful monsters. He could spot a few holstari, a lamia here and there, and even a kikimora. Regardless, he tread lightly with caution as he approached the small prisoner camp.

One trooper guardsmen noticed Ivic's approach and proceeded to do the usual military decorum, his fellow comrades soon falling behind. "Hello, captain. Is there anything you need from us?"

Ivic dismissed their salutes. "No, I just need to speak with the prisoners. I must ask though, have there been any problems with them at all?"

the trooper looked back at the vllagers briefly and then to Ivic. "None whatsoever, the ones with families tend to avoid us while the ones who aren't married try to charm or corrupt us, but nothing of a serious matter to report, sir."

"Good, now let me through so I may speak with the villagers."

The guardsmen obliged Ivic, and the men proceeded to move out of his way. He walked past the guards and began to walk towards the large group of villagers. He only observed them for a brief time before he went ahead and started to begin speech.

"Monsters and incubi of the Demon Realm! I am captain Ivic, commander of the Viridia Crusade. I am here tonight to gran you two choices that will decide as to what happens to you all."

he paused, letting his words take into effect on their minds. The villagers began to speak quietly to one another, he couldn't exactly hear what they were saying but he needed to push further on to get results.

"The choices are these: You may leave this place and walk away from our wrath, I do not care if you tell the other villages and towns for they will fall irregardless. Your other option is that if you remain here, you will be our prisoner and at our mercy. You will be treated fairly, however, I do not tolerate any actions that will harm any of my comrades, so do not test my patience if you even try to do anything that will cause injury. Know that if you remain our prisoner, you will be soon sent to our headquarters. From there you will be ransomed off to whoever will pay for you on behalf of either your friends and family or the Demon Lord and her representatives. Now, choose wisely, I will return to you all shortly."

With his speech finished, Ivic left the presence of the villagers as they discussed with the options he had given them. He hoped that all of them would leave the village, but of course he expected that there will be a few of them that would wish to stay. Those wishing to stay being the single monsters who have not yet found a lover and would try their luck on retrieving a man in the camp, it has happened before.

He walked out towards the forest, just where the trees made the outline for the village outskirts besides the dirt path. He stood quietly and watched the different groups of monsters and incubi talking and chattering with one another. he could clearly see many of their intentions form the actions that they carried out and the emotions visible on their faces. for some he saw panic and fear, but for a few he saw the smallest of evil grins on monsters with plans of coming up to no good for him and his comrades.

He then looked out in the night sky, clear with no cloud in sight but dotted with tiny little specks of stars far away from the troubles of the world. How envious, he thought, for the stars to be so reclusive and distant from the chaos and panic that had plagued the world. He wished for a small piece of that sort of tranquility, but alas, he would had to make the best of his life from where he was at right now. Even if was much worse back then.

Feeling that enough time had passed, ivic began to travel back to the villagers once more, hoping for the best of results. He now stood in front of the quiet audience, although he did see a few eyeing him in a fashion that made him quite uncomfortable.

"the time for your choices to be made present has come now. For those who wish to leave this place, stand up and move towards the village center, an escort of my soldiers will be with you. I warn you though, do not cause any trouble on your way there. You will be able to gather your items and other important essentials shortly."

A majority of the villagers stood up silently and started to move en mass to the village. Ivic guessed correctly that all the families would decide to leave the village, probably for the best interest in the children or other reasons he thought. He looked back to the stragglers that stayed behind and almost smacked himself on the helmet. It was only a small group of monsters but he could clearly see their intentions on their faces. It was a mixed group of various monsters, ranging from weresheep to even an elf!

He dreaded of the problems that would later occur through the crusade, but he had a mission to accomplish and he would indeed finish it to the end.

Boris sat down and watched over the monster village guards, drinking while being amused by their anger directed towards him and his fellow soldiers. It had only been a few minutes when Boris was just ordered to watch over the monsters and they had awaken from their unconscious slumber. Suffice to say, it was entertaining to see them toss soldiers left and right, one of them almost managed to deflower one of his men until he clobbered the minotaur right on her head.

Said minotaur was looking at him with a gaze that could melt steel, and the anger to match with it. She and her demonic sisters were tied up by the trees, all of them were being closely guarded by some of the regular troopers, and even a few knights as well. Boris occasionally chugged away at his alcohol flask, but then he would have to get up and get some more from the supply wagons.

It was apparently one of those times as he felt only a drop of the booze touch his tongue. He shook the canister, and he was left wanting for more beer. So he stood up and headed off to the main village center, even though it was in the dark of night, there were masses of torches lit all around the village and tents so he little trouble finding his way to the brew.

He stopped when he saw a line of wagons with soldiers carrying off the various assortments of cargo. He could see boxes and packages of food being carried off by simple recruits being ordered around by their veteran superiors. Boris did not want food though so he kept looking at the wagons until he finally found the one he was looking for.

It was a wooden wagon, but this special one carried barrels of precious golden liquid that helped the soldiers celebrate or unwind from their troubles. There were few people at the alcohol wagon so Boris marched right on over to it with his flask in his hands. It didn’t take long enough before the soldiers assigned to the wagon to take notice of Boris, it would take only a blind man to not see the huge armored barbarian with a big red beard.

It was his fourth time visiting the new wagon, so the men there already knew what they had to do and started unloading one of the barrels of beer. The sergeant there was towered over by Boris as he felt a small shiver crawling up his spine. Without saying a single word, Boris handed over the metallic flask to the scared sergeant and sealed greatly as he saw the flask filled with beer.

Once the flask was filled to its brim, the man gave it back to Boris who walked away with a big smile on his face. “Thanks for the beer!” shouted Boris as he walked away from the wagon.

He took no time into waiting to drink the alcohol and started to gulp down a good amount. “BURRP! Whoops, gotta be careful with the beer! I don’t want to keep on walking all way to the wagon now, ha ha!”

Content with the beer he received, Boris went back to the monster guardsmen in a short amount of time. They were all still there, the guards and the monsters, so Boris just sat down and enjoyed his beer. He looked up to the sky with the stars twinkling brightly in the night.

Life is good, he thought. Little to no worries, and good beer to boot! Ain’t nothing that can-

“What are you doing?”

“GAH!”

Boris jumped in sheer fright, however, the certain look of an annoying ninja calmed him down down. Rather, it made him lose a bit of his nerves.

“Goddess damn it man!” Boris yelled, staring daggers at the emotionless Jiro. “Can’t a man enjoy his night without being disturbed?!”

Jiro shrugged his shoulders. “Relaxing so easily, especially next to monsters, makes you complacent. And being complacent, makes you an easy target.”

Boris just stared down Jiro in silence, sitting down next to his great axe ‘Skull Cracker’; a name he found fitting for the amount of times he had to smack it down onto monsters heads. Boris gave a small touch to the weapon and smiled, but looked back at Jiro with a hint of anger in his eyes.

“Well, i’ll tell ya this, ain’t no man or monster got the best of me in a fight and i’ll be damned if I get taken down with a knife in my back!”

Jiro rolled his eyes, ticking off Boris. “You’ve obviously never fought a ninja before, especially a kunoichi.”

Boris was confused. “A what? The hell is a-”

“'''KUNOICHIS! THEY’RE ATTACKING THE COMMANDER'''!” One of the lieutenants screamed, running down through the village with a few kunai sticking out of his back.

The man fell down on his knees before the two captains, he only looked up and weakly smiled. “Thank the Chief Goddess I made it before I collapsed…” he muttered, his breathing becoming more slower. “The kunoichis, the fire, my goddess they just-”

Boris kneeled down onto the man and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him frantically. “Calm down man! What the hell happened to you? And what about Ivic being attacked?!”

The lieutenant looked down in silence, he shook his head before looking back at the two captains. “We were- we were attacked by a group of kunoichis that came out from nowhere. Before we could even attack them, they took a lot of us down before separating us from the commander with a giant wall of fire!”

His breathing became even slower, his eyes were about to be close until Boris shook him some more. The man shook off his tiredness and continued on: “More of them seemed to charge down onto us from the forest, but we’re just barely holding them back at the moment in the village outskirts where the prisoners were being held. Right now, the commander is holding off a...a..”

The man went limp, he didn’t even twitch at all. Boris hurriedly began to pry off the knives that were on the man’s back and threw them to the ground. He laid him down and even slapped him around a little, desperately trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

“WHO?! WHO IS HE FIGHTING RIGHT NOW THEN?!” Boris screamed.

The officer only moved a tiny bit of his eyelids and looked at Jiro and Boris before closing them again. “A daughter of the...Demon Lord….”

He went into a state of unconsciousness, his energy completely drained. Boris and Jiro stood shocked, the news immediately filling them with dread. Boris looked around and was surprised to notice a large group of soldiers that were gathered around him. He could clearly hear the whispers and mutterings of his fellow comrades, and all of them were not good.

“A-A daughter of the Demon Lord is here?!”

“What the hell are we going to do?”

“Is the commander going to be defeated then?”

There moral was already beginning to break, all of them knew very well what a daughter of the Demon Lord could do. Boris clenched his teeth tightly, agitated and filled with fury. Jiro stood silently over Boris, looking out towards the village outskirts. His heart sank little when he could actually see a giant wall of flame at the village outskirts.

He could already see soldiers running off towards the wall of flame, and some were even trying fighting off a few kunoichis running amok in the village. He couldn't see any other monster in sight though and grew suspicious of it.

Suddenly, a knight riding on horseback came through the large group of soldiers and stopped before the two captains.

“Damn it! They’re here too?!” He yelled, adjusting his seating on his horse. He flipped his visor to look at the two captains more clearly.

Jiro looked strangely at the knight. “What do you mean by that? Are there more attacking?”

The knight nodded. “You are correct captain, right now, were fighting off a horde of monsters from the forests down further on the road. I was sent here by one of the commanding officers to relay the information to the commander and ask for assistance from any able bodied man.”

“Why were we not told earlier of an attack? We had scouts and soldiers patrolling this village and its entire perimeter of this area and the roads.”

The knight shook his head, the tiredness and shame was visible on his face. “Forgive me sir, but I was part of the patrols on the road. They had managed to ambush us and I would wager they did the same for all the other patrols as well. I was one of the lucky few who had managed to escape their attack.”

Boris stood up, grabbing his axe and hefting it over his shoulder. “Well if this ain’t all great. So, you got anything else to tell us or not? We need to get the fighting and rescue the commander.”

The knight shook his head. “I have none left to give you, but I must be returning to the battle. May the Chief Goddess look upon us today.”

The knight flipped his visor over his face and sped off towards the road. The surrounding soldiers stood silently as the sounds of battle could be heard from the road and the village outskirts. The situation was dire, and the costs will be great regardless of attaining a victory or defeat.

It all looked grim to everyone, but one man broke the silence with a ferocious roar that surprised all of them. It came from none other than Boris himself.

“What in the bloody hell are we doing here being so sad damn it?! I ain’t planning to give up a fight before I even get hit! So come on you dogs, lets get to the heat of battle already!”

Boris started to charge down the road with his great axe high into the air. Everyone stood shocked by the tenacity Boris showed them, but the fire that Boris held had lit their own fires as well. With the triumphant roars of a hundred men, they all followed Boris towards the battle ahead.

Jiro was left behind, amazed by the sheer willpower of Boris. He laughed at that, and to be honest, he found it interesting about Boris ever since they first encountered each other.

“Well then, I guess I have to go save the commander then while Boris does the fighting.”

Jiro then started running towards the great walls of fire, desperately hoping that Ivic would survive long enough for him to get there in time. Unfortunately, he ha to swiftly dodge a kunai that was aimed at his back. He turned around to face only two kunoichis, their weapons showing their intentions.

“A suitable candidate….” whispered one kunoichi.

“Let us see what else he can do…” muttered the other kunoichi.

Jiro gripped the handle of his katana tightly, his face showing no emotions at all.

''Ivic, do not falter. All is lost if you fall…''