I haven't even overclocked my stamina yet and I already can tell I'm faster than normal, way fucking faster, maybe twice as fast? Faster than a human eye can perceive at least. I cross the 50 yards separating me from the bandits in seconds, unsheathing Slum's Vengeance and burying it hilt deep in the first bandit that had the unlucky fate of being closet to me. I pull the blade upwards, dissecting the bandit from the chest upwards as I swing it backward, impaling the person behind me. 'My senses improved as well' I inwardly muse, hearing the bandit's feet moving in position. I drop the blade, moving forward as a blade swishes the air where I was seconds earlier. I catch someone's blade with my gloved hands, not even sparing him a glance as a throwing spike root itself in his head. I let go of the dead man's blade, backflipping and letting more spikes fly, each of them killing or seriously injuring. I aim myself on the back of a rather beefy man, my foot slamming him into the earth, bits of brain matter and gore cake my boots. The smell of burnt flesh and screams of agony clue me in that the nobles joined the action as I wretch Slum's Vengeance from the body it impaled. Flipping the blade I catch a longsword, bending it with a flick of my wrist as I kick a charging bandit in the ribs, the sweet sound of his bones breaking add to the melody of death around me. I grab my tomahawk and cut off the hand of the bandit whose sword I caught.
I flick my blade and the broken longsword effortlessly slides free. I hear the fireball heading towards me before I see it, grabbing a bandit by the back of his head and throwing him behind me shielding me from the fatal blast but flying me forward as I'm cushioned by a bandit intending to stab me. I land on top of him, punching his face in before his dazed self could even react.
'Strength as well, stronger than a human but not on par with a beast' I note, overclocking my stamina causing me to appear as a blur. Now behind some bandit, I swing my ax downwards, cutting the man cleanly in two. I yeet the ax next, nailing another one in the head.
How many have I killed?
WHO FUCKING CARES?
I unnaturally fold myself backward, dodging the horizontal swipe of a sword a feat only Alty could accomplish. I re-center myself, rolling to the left and impaling a bandit using brute strength alone, his still-beating heart in my hand. I take a *chomp of it, knowing I have cuts and wounds even though I can't feel them. I recall my ax, slashing at my next foe. Speaking of him I catch sight of him, appearing out of the tree line and squashing two bandits' heads like watermelons before dragging their bodies back into the forest. "Having fun?" I murmur, knowing full well he could hear me.
"LOTS" The demon growls, his voice ringing in my mind. I bat a dagger away, grabbing the attacker by the throat and slamming him to the ground, hearing the air rush out of him. I stomp his head before he could recover, a satisfying SPLAT caressing my ears. Momentarily free of bandits I quickly look around, seeing bodies fly as the *bear(who I named *Lulu) injuries and kills bandits by the dozens. To my left, I see the nobles fight with surgical precision, the sword, dagger, and ax users leaving no survivors. The few mages don't stay idle, fireballs, spikes of earth and ice causing a wonderful, gory sight. I sheathe Slum's Vengeance, preferring my tomahawk and brute strength, mixed with my unnatural speed I haunt the battlefield, leaving dozens of bodies in my wake.
I fall backward, dodging the fireball by a hair's breadth, feeling the fire on my skin. I get up in seconds, facing who I presume is the leader of these bandits.
"Oooh, Fireballs! Scary! Your so scary bandit leader! I'm pissing my pants!" I snicker, hearing Atly chucking at my shitty excuse of annoying this knucklehead. I get another fireball for my trouble as I rush toward him, throwing my tomahawk at him as I slide under the fireball, rolling to my left while on the floor, dodging another fireball. The bandit leader dodges my tomahawk, rushing to meet me as he sends out an arcing swipe of his two-handed Zweihänder. I overclock my stamina even more, running so fast I appear as a blur going through the sword, appearing in front of him as I lift him in the air one-handed, barely noticing his hand pointing at my chest.
That could kill me
SO I CHOP HIS HAND OFF! His screams of agony like pleasure to my ears. The nobles circle around me as I drop him to the ground, watching him squirm and gasp for his last lungfuls of air.
"Look at him, he thrives on rape, booze, and the money of others, does he really deserve such a quick death?" Alrticus reasons, circling our prey, trying to get me to release my bloodlust. Memories overflow me
*" Rape her and leave her to bleed"
"What about the boy?"
"Take him with us, master needed a boy for his new project anyway"
"You want bloodlust Alrticus?" I say loudly, confusing the nobles around me why I'm talking to seemingly air.
"I'll show you bloodlust" My voice drops to a whisper, the demons inside me giggling maniacally as they beg to unleash hell,
I let them.
*Ruak/Fenrir needs human flesh in order to heal faster
*Yes, Lulu is a nod to GOTFALL, my other story
*These are flashbacks.
Note- If your wondering where is the death curse/power Alrticus talked about, It will be explained next chapter
Alrtcius-Demon of Bloodlust and a shadow of the damned, Dammed is basically this world's version of Ragnarok.