[…fuck…FUCK…FUCKING GODDAMN IT ALL… Nothing makes any sense anymore…no joc don't fucking think about it… just get back to the basics… don't think about that ridiculous bullshit…ok I am thirsty…so… water…] joc craned his head to look over at the river he was traveling along. [ uggg…fuck…it going to take… a fucking eternity to get over there…FUCK…if this shitty pain stays for too long…I am going to get picked off or starve….] joc started crawl his way over to the river but… It was painfully slow; after all his body was in too much pain, too weakened, for him to trust even trying to stand up…so he had to crawl.
joc finally made his way to the Riverside, it took almost an hour though; It would normally take him only roughly 3 minutes to walk there.[…ugg…fucking finally…] But it was better that he didn't dwell on that notion. joc scooped with a shaky hand a handful of brownish water and brought it up to his mouth; he scooped the water with a hand because if he tried to drink directly from the river he could've fallen in and drowned. […this is shit… Tastes like fucking blood…so damn metallic... uggg… and this is fucking why I have to use refining magic on…this liquid iron…why…just…wait…what was that?…] Joc could hear in the distance, someone talking…in demonic. […of all fucking times…wait…HA…I AM A DEMON…oh…oh shit…that probably doesn't fucking matter… Can only hope that they will take pity on a weakened child…still…best not to be seen… fucking blood thirsty mongrel shitbags…]
As whoever was speaking demonic got closer… It became clear that it wasn't just a single individual it was a group, a large one. […sounds…like maybe…10… or… 15 some were around their… Men… women?... and Children!?!...why in the helllands is there any children out in this god-forsaken shithole!?...just who are these fuckers… Because even the fucking morally degenerate mongrels will not take fucking children out into the helllands… Certainly nowhere this deep into the helllands…at least…]
Rather than passing by, the presumably demons started to move towards joc's location… They even got close enough for joc to make out what they were saying. "so, thing crawled its way towards the river… But not look like legless one… you think brother?" " yes, yes trail looks not like of legless one… But me wonder… trail of Mountain…it pass go on… but Cut in earth… Wonder why…it look to me, Mountain… tried avoid… but why…" "yes brother... Me wonder too…you think dangerous? " "no blood… if dangerous…blood… but no blood… so not dangerous." It was clearly demonic but was very different from what joc knew, he would call it primitive but… There was clearly nuance there that he simply could not understand.
Once the parent reach the Riverside they immediately noticed joc laying, who was playing dead. "northerner?!... child too…it not look too good… Child not things!?... Brother what do?!" The panic and shock was clear in one of the pairs voice "yes, northerner… child out here?…hmmm… Take hope find child tribe! May know why Mountain avoid!" The other one seemed just as shocked as the latter, but didn't panic. [… Northerner!?!... just how fucking South am I?!... That demonic too… Borderline incomprehensible…fuck at least… they don't seem as violence…as the 'Northerners'...] joc was just as shocked as the pair; although he didn't show it.
One of the pair went over and picked up joc, whom couldn't help but let out a moan of pain even though he was trying to play as if he's unconscious; The individual's hands were rough and callused. "Child lives…HAHAHA… If pain… Lives…good!" "Brother… Should we not speak like the Northerners? the little one may be scared, would it not soothe the child's mind to hear its own tongue?" " AHH… Good call, even if the little one is unconscious, it will still calm the child to hear something familiar." "errr… Brother I don't think the child is unconscious, he seems to have some pretty keen ears… I think he is playing dead you know. Probably has never met any of us good-natured Southerners." "HA!… You think where good-natured?… Well I guess when you take in account the way Northerners act, you could say we're good-natured in comparison." "In comparison brother?! We are many times better than the Northerners. there's no comparison needed! We unlike the Northerners aren't constantly fighting!" "Oh! What is this called, it's called fighting! The comparison is needed." "Brother this is not fighting… This is what's is called an argument!" "Which is a type fighting!...SOOOO I am right!" "Brother come on!… Why do you have to act like this front of guests!?" "HA!..Act like what?.. Like I am right because I am!" "damn it brother! you know what I am talking about!" "Oh yes yes I know what you're talking about, it's about how I am always right and you are always wrong!" "UGGGGHH!?… Brother why …just why… You do know your making yourself look like an idiot?!" "The only idiot here is you." "Brother I know the little one is listening… How about i tell him a few of your secrets?" "You wouldn't dare!" "Yes I will, that is if you don't stop being an ass brother! " " FINE!" "Good, little one don't mind my brother; he just likes to act tough in front of guests. he is much more reasonable person in private." Joc was rendered speechless from their back-and-forth as well as how quickly they realized that he was playing dead.
"Dammit brother you scared him!" "No it…" Before the one holding joc could continue, joc interject. "no…I am fine…hurts to talk" Joc did not want to hear two brothers bickering anymore. "ahhh…I see… Tell me where it hurts if you can, or better yet can you tell what caused it?" The one carrying a joc asked. "Everything…hurts…soul" joc responded as he found open his eyes; he had been keeping them close ever since started playing dead. What Joc saw was… not what he was expecting. He got a good look at the one who was not carrying him. It was clearly a demon man but didn't look like any type of demon he had ever saw, even down to the garb. Unlike the furious Crimson skin and eyes expected, joc instead saw that their skin was a royal purple and their eyes were a light red almost a pink. Instead of the expected S-shaped or straight horned, they had 2 tightly spiraled short horns crowning from their skulls. Also sprouting from their skulls was short roughly cut gray hair. The Individuals builds were different too. They were tall and lean, which was unlike he most accustomed to; the majority of the demons that joc fought and saw, all had more bulky builds and were slightly shorter.
But these Southerners still seem to keep the characteristic fanged teeth and clawed hands and feet associated with demons. The garb that these Southerners wore was very primitive even for demon standards… Well 'northerners' standards. The one that joc was looking at was only wearing a hide loincloth, a simple water skin, a primitive hide satchel, and a shockingly powerful looking longbow made out of bone, or maybe horn with a complement of a hide quiver filled with arrows. They didn't seem to wear a single cloth, silken or even processed leather item. Even for how little and simple as the 'Northerners' wore, even they had textiles and wore pants… Well for the most part.
"Soul?!... Wait a second there something wrong with your soul? How is that even possible! I am not a shaman but…wait your eyes there purple!!?!?" "WHAT!!?!" "The little ones eyes are purple brother!" The Southerner that was carrying joc stopped and craned his head to look at his passengers eyes. "I will be damned they are purple! Little one we need you to tell us exactly what put you in this state!" The pairs voices were panicked and their visages were painted with worry and terror […my eyes…uggh…fuck…no…what why …why do they sound and look so fucking terrified…fuck I will just tell tham… Everything… That fucking inquisitor…my body…they seem to know something… Victor…wait don't fucking remember…UGGGHH FUCK…] Skull splitting pain started to return and joc started to sputter up black blood again. "SHIT!! Little one starts speaking fast before evil overcomes you!" Urged the individual who was carrying joc [UGGGHHH…FUCK..evil…UGHHH..OVERCOMES…WHAT?!] "… Memories… Dead… Died….killed… Body…not my body… Victor soul… Eaten… Took…I don't fuc~*~**~~*~*" joc was unable to finish because of incomprehensible sound which then resonated with the air creating a short-lived symphony of horrid sounds. "Brother Evil has taken him!" "I CAN HEAR IT! DAMN IT GO GET THE WARLOCK!" "ON IT!" The one carrying joc carefully placed him on the ground while the other one sprinted off towards their group.
By the time the other Southerner sprinted over with the warlock joc had started to convulse; the black blood had started coming out of his eyes, ears and mouth. "GIVE ME SPACE!!!!" The weathered and old looking warlock basically screamed at the others. Once the brothers sprinted a good distance away, the warlock started to chant. But joc couldn't understand it was clearly not demonic but some other language entirely… And the chant was taking considerable time.
After a good 5 minutes of chanting, whatever the spell the warlock was trying to cast sprung into existence. Countless Strange tiny hairlike tendrils of white and blue light shot forth from the warlock's hands and pierced into joc's body. [AHHHHHHGGHGHGER!] A purely bestial screech of pain sounded forth from joc mouth. It felt as if every single fiber of his flesh was being torn apart, but luckily it only lasted for a few seconds. Afterwards joc felt relief from the skull splitting pain and the convulsions; he stopped sputtering black blood as well.
[ugg…wait… pain…its mostly gone…the fucking did that demon do…fucking shit I even feel my strength coming back…] joc set up and looked over his body, then over at the warlock… Who promptly collapsed face first into the ground. "the fuck!? are you ok?" "He will be find… Probably, it's just that his mystic powers drain him greatly." "It's just as brother said, no need for you to worry little one." The pair of brothers walked over to the now considerably better joc. "Mind telling me what just fucking happened… what the fuck is that horrible shitty pain and convulsion, or the black blood for that matter?" joc asks the pair hoping for an answer to just what the in the helllands is going on.
"Child that's one foul mouth you have on you, but this is to be expected you are a Northerners after all. But still even if your northerner a child like you shouldn't be speaking like that." "Brother that didn't answer the little ones question and anyways how do we know for sure that it's it is a little one." " hmmm… Good point, well purple eyed one I will try to explain as best I can but were going to need a shaman to get to the root of this problem. Now you know the significance of being a purple eyed " "fuck no" " ah ok… So being purple eyed means you have a powerful but unstable soul, as well as being close to evil…" "Evil what the fuck to you mean by that?" "hm how to explain this…ummm… 'Evil' is things that are like souls but are not souls…" I don't fucking understand" "hhherrr…ok ok so think of evil as one big collection of malignant souls." "I still don't understand shit."
"Brother let me try" " go ahead" " so 'evil' is hmmm demons, the malignant eaters worlds." "The fuck?" "You still don't seem to understand" "no, are you saying that you guys and me, demons are 'evil' " " ok now I'm confused, we are not demons and neither are you… To be honest I have no clue what gotten into you to think were demons… Seriously who taught you." "I was taught by fucking humans!!" "The fuck is a 'humans'…ahh dammit now you got me speaking like you"
"You don't know what humans are?! Just how South am i?" "Yeah I got no clue what a 'human's is that a name for one of the greater clans?" "I don't have any clue what a 'humans' is either and considering that both of us don't know… I would say really far south" "ok let me try to fucking explain what a human looks like, they have pinkish white skin, lack horns, don't have clawed feet or hands, or fanged teeth, oh and they have a multitude of different eye colors ranging from blue to Brown" "I've never seen any tribal, people, or clan like that." "Me either."
"Ok so….Neither of you never fucking seen a human. Well I've always been heard all the peoples of the southern lands, who had horns and a propensity for fucking magic, called demons." "Ohhhh that's actually looks a lot more sense considering you come from a place where there is hornless ones. I think your suffering from a case of mistaken identity" "fucking what?" "ok so tell me where exactly do the ' 'humans' get the word demon from and what is the exact description of them from wherever the word comes from" "what I don't fucking know…umm.. Maybe Some old as shit religious texts."
"Ok let me try to help you remember. Ok at least in our old stories and I think the Northerners have them passed down in books. The demons are malignant beings who entire body is blacker than a starless night sky, they completely lack eyes, their mouths filled are with long fanged teeth, have black blood, are tall and lanky, have horns, and also have a great mystical powers that they usually use to make living things turn inside-out. You see what I mean by mistaken identity?"
"ok…umm..uhggg…I see your fucking point, that rings a bell; actually this explains what those fucking repugnant shit filled leeches are saying… they are unknowingly spewing bullshit! But that doesn't explain what 'evil' is." "Rings a bell? Hmmm… What's a bell…. No it that question can wait for later, in all honesty I don't really understand what 'evil' is but I do know it makes demons, as well as generally just being malignant."
"I guess that's is the best fucking answer I am going to get, but that still doesn't explain what that warlock did." "umm… The warlock just temporarily mended your damage soul, as well as pulling out some of the 'evil' in you, it gave you more time but you're going to need to see a shaman… ah look at the sun it wasted too much time, well little one or maybe not little one you best come with us so we can take you to a shaman but first we have to go after that mountain" the one who carried Joc walked over to the warlock and hefted the old man over his shoulders like an sack of potatoes "come now child, no more talking, more walking." The pair of brothers started walking over to their group who was patiently waiting a good distance away. "Just so you know little one only me the warlock and my little brother can speak northerner tongue; so don't bother trying to speak to the others you will not be able to understand each other, that is unless you want to try learning our tongue then go ahead."