The Nevermore fell on the ground, its wings are broken, its body was riddled by bullets and slashes, crimson blood dripped from its wounds painting the dull grey stone with its vibrant huge. The avian tried lifting its head but a hard boot slammed its face on the ground. Phoebus pointed his gun at the beast and shot it with all six of his bullets. The bird spasmed before going limp and dying.
The marksman turned away and looked back at his companions. Adrian and Clermont are doing okay but Firrer lay injured and passed out on the floor being assisted by Heriette who had a number of wounds on her body. It took them the whole night to kill that bastard and it cost them everything they had just to finish him off. The ruckus around them seemed to have died down as the hunters and heroes were finally able to subdue the monsters and protect the town.
"They're retreating." Clermont said.
"They're heading back to the forest! We won!" Adrian cheered, raising his sword.
Cheers were heard erupting from the people's throats at their victory. They watched as the monsters retreated back to the darkness from where they came from. However a large column of darkness suddenly rose from the middle of the forest alarming everyone. It released a sinister and terrifying wave of power that was felt reverberating through everyone's soul. Fear and terror gripped at the hearts of every bystander who was able to witness it ascending into the heavens, reaching out to pierce the sky with its malevolent power.
"What the hell is that just now?" Gallen asked as he arrived at the scene with his fiancé.
"We don't know but that's clearly bad news." Heriette answered looking at the tower of darkness in fear.
"Ruby lives in that part of the forest! We need to help her!" Geneva said in alarm.
"It's too dangerous! We can't risk any more lives to check that out!" Clermont ordered looking back at them.
"I don't care. She's my friend. I've got to save her." Geneva persisted.
"But Gen-" Gallen tried to reason but was cut off by Phoebus.
"I'm going to save her." the marksman declared in finality.
"You are out of your goddamn mind! I order you to stay and wait for whatever that is to come and fight when it needs to be." Clermont barked, enraged by his comrades' stubbornness.
"We can decide for ourselves Clermont. We're going." Adrian said stepping in front of the tank with a warning look. Clermont replied with an unwavering look of determination before looking over at the hunter's shoulder to see a determined Phoebus scowling at him and Geneva looking completely fierce to save her friend.
"Fine, but don't get yourselves killed. I'll keep the rest of the bunch here just in case somebody shows up." He finally surrendered raising his arms in defeat of their unwavering resolve to save the witch.
"Let's go." Phoebus ordered loading his gun with a fresh batch of bullets and preparing it to fire in case he detected hostile entities.
"Right." The group set out to venture the forest and save the huntress witch determined to brave the danger of what might await them on their arrival unaware that they might be putting themselves in more danger than the witch.
Right as Ruby's body hit the ground a seal suddenly broke inside Aleister and a burst of power suddenly surged inside of him. His general instincts are telling him to kill everything standing in his way and protect his mistress. Avenge her from the beasts that had wronged her and make them pay their sins with their blood. He will water her garden with the tears of his enemy and fertilize her soils with the corpse of the slain. He will offer their hearts to her glory to rectify his shortcomings with his victory. They don't have the right to touch nor stare at his goddess. They don't have the right to hurt her!!!
Before he even knew it, his subconsciousness had tapped into the depths of darkness and his body started changing. His wing became larger and more powerful, his muscles thickened with strength and violence, his face became more cruel and hideous too far from his usually handsome physiognomy, his teeth elongated, his claws sharpened and extended to the length of short knives. He released a loud roar of rage shaking everything in its radius and terrifying the great beasts themselves, the trees nearest to them bowed down in fear while the windows shattered, showering the floor with a dangerous rain of shards.
Suddenly he can hear everything. The distant fluttering of a moth's wings, the soft whispering of the northern wind, the low whimpering of the beowulves, the incomprehensible gibberish of goblins, the fearful grunting of ogres and trolls, and the slow beating of Ruby's heart while her soft lips release a moan of pain. That got his attention. He slowly made his way to his mistress, carefully picking his steps to not alarm her of his sudden transformation.
An arrow was shot towards his face but his hand quickly intercepted it, trapping the thin brittle poorly crafted wood between his middle and index fingers. He looked over to the goblin who had shot it. He recognized that bastard. He was one of the shitheads who shot his Ruby. Now he doesn't like that. That thing needs to die, so do all of them to protect Ruby. To make sure that nothing else will hurt her. He snapped the arrow between his fingers and by the time it made contact with the ground, the goblin's head who shot it was rolling with it on the dirt.
One, two, three...
He flew everywhere slashing through flesh with his bare hands, snapping bones, crushing skulls, eviscerating thick-skinned beasts with one quick punch on the gut.
Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two...
He's loving the sound of screaming, of monsters drowning in their own blood as he punctures their lungs and guts them alive of their bowels.
Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine...
Why are they running away? He's just getting started. He quite enjoys the thrill of killing. The pleasure of putting someone in grief.
Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine...
Where is everybody? He was just having fun. Why is no one attacking him? Did they not want to play with him anymore? What a shame they actually have the best innards to play with. He even used the intestine of a beowulf to strangle an ogre and used the liver of a troll to choke a wendigo. It was very funny to watch as he died gasping for breath, trying to cough out the blockage until he died with his airpipe filled with the organ of another creature.
Seriously why is no one attacking him right now? The moon is sinking and the sun is about to rise back up but he wants more action, more killing, more blood. He looked around him looking for more prey to kill but there were only corpses, dismangled, disemboweled, some were skinned alive, others were fed with other monsters till they died of choking. Nothing was moving except for... RUBY!!
He instantly went to her side grasping her hand in his and checking her pulse. He found one albeit it being weak making him release a sigh of relief. He ripped her shirt exposing her clothed bosom as well as the five puncture wounds. She must have removed the arrows earlier making her bleed out profusely. His mistress had passed out probably due to blood loss and exhaustion.
It... smells good.
Her blood smells good. It smells delicious. Maybe a little taste wouldn't hurt. He leaned down to her bosom and started licking her blood.
He thought wrong. It was not delicious, it was greater than that. It was ambrosial, much tastier than that elf blood mead he usually drinks. He wanted more. Her blood makes him feel powerful, like a drug both addicting and dangerous. Something that he shouldn't taste but he just can't help it. He slurped the blood trickling down her cleavage and weakly bit at the soft flesh of her breast, not penetrating the skin just a little nip of endearment.
She moaned. What a beautiful sound. If he kiss her skin will she moan again? She better be or else he'll be mad. He won't hurt her though, just a little punishment would do if she does not entertain him. Now he'll kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, and lick her skin. There he cleaned her chest. Yey, she moaned!! Such good and obedient girl you are Ruby.
What is that? What is that melody he hears in his ears? It sounds like music. Duub-dub, Duub-dub, Duub-dub. Is that... Is that Ruby's heartbeat? It sounds so nice like a siren's voice calling for him. So soft and serenading. It's cute. The heart of his prey earlier tasted vile, their blood tasted bitter but exhilarating like alcohol or coffee, but still vile unlike Ruby's delicious one. Mmmmhhh it tastes so ethereal. He wondered... How would Ruby's heart taste like?