These broken humans didn't care if I was a demon or not. Some immediately begged for me to kill them while others just straight up ignored me. But I did not kill any of them yet.
"Listen here humans. Most of the people who lived in this village have safely escaped and are waiting for you to come back to them. I don't know if you will ever heal thus I will grand you the choice to die right here or see for yourself if you can recover and live the rest of your life alongside them."
Some looked confused all of theme were actively listening to me. Except for the soulless ones and those who were too far gone. They just kept asking for death.
I swiftly killed those and awaited the answer of the others.
A man, presumably in his early twenties with a long skinny build and pale blond hair. asked with a shacking terrified voice. "w... which one do… do you prefer supreme one?"
I turned around to face the man. The corruption had only just started with him and to me he seemed like the sanest one of the bunch.
"Why did you call me that?" I tried to speak as calm as possible.
The young man swallowed his dry saliva. "Whenever the other demon allowed us to speak, we had to address it as supreme one. But you killed it, so you are more deserving of that title."
I showed a gentle smile. "I appreciate that. But please, you don't have to."
I took a step back. "Now, could you answer my question? Who wants to live?"
A lot of them wanted to die. Eventually only five were left. Three men and two women. All of them had suffered only minor corruption.
The first was a man with a heavy build. His eyes were dark green and almost lifeless. His face was nearly rectangular, and his ears were covered by his red hair that reached his shoulders.
The second was a man with an athletic build and dark skin that matched that of Allenya, only his hair was extremely dark brown, nearing the colour black whit white streaks through it. What was really rare in this area and often seen as a sing of nobility. His eyes were an almost golden colour which I had never seen before by a human. His expression was curious, yet really calm.
Then the two women who appeared to be sisters. they had blue eyes that were almost grey. Like the colour of the sea right before a storm. Their hair was a slightly darker tint grey than mine. Their sharp facial features nearly looked identical to each other. Their one trait that distinguished the one from the other was the length of their hair.
The one who I presumed to be the oldest had hair that nearly reached her shoulders. The other had hair that almost reached her hips.
The last one was the Young man I had spoken to earlier.
I leaded them to the safest place to exit the ruins of the village. They did not speak and showed complete submission the entire way. Eventually we reached the place where the nuns were preparing to leave.
Suddenly the youngest of the grills spoke. "Do you want us to take them out?"
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to face her. "No, of course not!"
The older sister dropped to her knee's tears streaming down her face. She pressed her head on the ground and was trembling all over. The others looked at the sisters as if they had personally insulted one of the gods. They stuck together and backed away, afraid that I would decide to attack all of them. "Please, please be merciful. Punish me instead of my foolish sister!"
This made me worry even more what Theseus had done to them.
I knelt down and lifted her head up and showed her a warm smile. "Don't worry, I won't punish any of you. Could you please tell me your name?"
"M, my name is Beatrice."
"Come Beatrice, stand up."
I took her hand to help her stand up. Her hand was cold and still slightly trembling. Now that she stood upright, she only bowed her head. "Thank you, you are far to kind."
All of the nuns had woken up by now and were prepared to leave. They looked with great curiosity at the newcomers who sadly didn't answer their questioning gazes.
The nuns had long since decided that they would join the villagers. Without the village there would be no food supply for the monastery, so they had no choice but to follow the villagers.
Before they left, we had agreed that they would only move north so it was easier to find them. Now we could only hope that we could catch up.
They had horses and we were on foot, so they would be moving a lot faster. This made us want to hurry even more since the distance between us and the villagers would grow even more with every hour that passed.
Whit that in mind we left as soon as possible.
The broken humans never left my side when we followed the trail made by the carriages that the villagers used to escape.
They were walking in pairs of two and didn't speak a single word. I felt no need to spot them since they weren't hurting themselves, but it made me a little uncomfortable.
that uneasy feeling was also shared by the nuns. But they also didn't complain.
("I will fly ahead of the nuns to find those who fled and tell them to wait for us. I should also be able to spot the survivors along the way. The only thing is, I have to wait for my wing to heal before I can fly again.")
Unfortunately, no one besides me knew magic. And I didn't think that it was a good idea to use a type of magic I had never done before without guidance and with me as test subject. And it also wasn't really necessary. The pain of which I suspected it to be a broken rib had already healed and the wound in my wing would be soon to follow.
I found it interesting how some wounds would heal faster than others. I guessed that it was because the wound in my wing was burned. I had heard in a story how a technique like that was used to seal the necks of a hydra shut to prevent it from growing new heads. When you put it like that, it was truly amazing that this wound was healing at all.
It pleased me that my wing was nearly ready do fly again. it would take an hour at most and I was pretty sure that I would survive this awkward silence until then.