The stench of the blood was nauseating. Crow felt his stomach rejecting him, wanting to leave through the little space his mouth piece could provide. As the pieces of flesh slid off his face and wherever else they had landed he felt an intense disgust from the bottom of his heart.
BLURGH!
He threw up. He couldn't take it anymore. He did not understand what was happening. What was his dad trying to save him from? He didn't understand any of it!
What Crow did know though, was that he couldn't hold it in any longer. Where were the heroics? Was it all so futile before absolute power? Had his old man gave up the ghost so easily? He couldn't understand, he simply continued hauling.
He could hear mad cackles of what could only have been demons, approaching him. But it all seemed so quiet. He felt a strange calm. It was alright, this was life. This was inevitable. His silver eyes dulled as he kneeled before what was left of his father's body, his earlier vomit soaking up his clothes.
He knew he couldn't run away. He was too afraid to run. He simply kneeled there and waited for his salvation to come. To remove this wretched feeling in his heart.
Hard flurried footsteps approached him, but he couldn't be bothered to run away. What was fear before futility? What was the urge to survive before futility? He had grasped what his father was trying to tell him.
Why did he believe the world to be so peaceful? Why had he never questioned the kind intentions of the villagers as if it was only a matter of course? But who could blame him for not understanding the world? He was but a child.
When he was almost lost to himself he heard a voice.
"Stand up you unfilially son of mine! Think of your mother! Your sister! Your friends?!
"Were the things I taught you so vague? So insignificant? Why do you kneel?"
His father directly struck the vile creature before it could reach his son, Crow. Continually striking more down as they came. As many as dared come that was as many as he would kill. He spoke once more.
"Listen to me now! If a leader falls you take up his mantle! If your family falls, you take up responsibility! Even if every goddamn person around you falls! Make sure that you are the one to lift them up! As long as you have breathe, continue! Do you understand? "
Crow heard his father's words but he couldn't make head or tails of it at that point in time. He looked away from the corpse, only to see a man he thought dead, fight valiantly.
"B…But…you were ju-"Crow was unable to make heads or tails of the situation trying to clean his tears only to be met by more.
Deep in the sky a man watched on, his arms trembling, but one would never be able to tell from his cold expression. As if influenced by his emotion the clouds grayed further.
Theodore looked up to the sky as if he had noticed something.
'Did I sense wrong? I swear there was someone there.'
"Run now! I don't think I'll be able to escape here today but remember the cabin! Now leave here and do not come back until the commotion has died!"
Theodore had already turned his attention to the other beasts that had appeared, he suspected that besides the people controlling the beasts, there was a hidden expert somewhere. So he shifted his focus leaving Crow to fend for himself. He was already doing the best he could.
'There.' He'd found the masters of the beasts.
"Show yourself Sarah! Enough of This!" When he had confirmed that Crow was getting away, Theodore turned his attention to the skies, his eyes glowing a violent blue. The force of the world shifting. A roar that could have only been from something higher escaping his lips, embodying him.
He was serious.
Finally here was a reply if one could call it that. A slight chuckle resounding in the sky. Theodore looked towards the source of the laughter finding a Beautiful dark skinned woman in its place, riding a golden chariot. With what could only be a Nether Wraith dragging it forward.
She really was beautiful, her muscular body giving off just enough feminine aura attracting the gaze of anyone who bothered to look, while her scars showed experience and hard work.
"Oh come on, don't be such a bore Theo. we were once lovers, yes?" She didn't seem to put any effort into speaking but her voce was heard clearly, resounding through the dark lonely skies, the clouds trembling, the thunder shouting.
Theodore's face turned into one of sadness before regaining its vigilance. He could not let this woman sway him.
"The rest of you as well!" Lightning struck as if to represent the sovereignty of his command. The world trembling at his words.
Crow watched, as his stumbled and fell trying to run away. His eyes shimmered with a strange silver light, as he memorized the faces of everyone he saw there.
He swore, one day he would make them suffer. One day he will bring them to their knees. How could he possibly suffer such humiliation? He swore it!
He looked around the scape, seeing the other villagers, most which were either dead or holding back the swarm, hoping for their children to escape. He hardly saw any of the kids around. It seemed that most of them had escaped.
He heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't know why but that took a large burden off his chest. It seemed that this people had problems with his family specifically.
He stumbled and fell once more. Trying to get back up he saw a wretched creature appear before him.
'A demon?' Crow made his investigations as he backed off wearily.
He noticed that the way these creatures looked were different as if one had just pulled together as many low level creatures they could capture. Some looked beautiful, some looked strange. Some were outright bizzare.
Looking at the spawn he felt it sort of looked like a dog but not quite. Its canines were more jagged and ragged. Its flesh seemed to be in a constant state of rotting, giving off a foul stench. Its paws having sharp claws that dug into the ground firmly. Removing any assurance one would have, of running away.
If someone from Earth encountered this creature only one thing would come to mind. The feared enforcers of those who had sworn by contract to have their souls sold.
Of course after a moment, one would see this creature was merely a cheap imitation of the real thing. A real Hell Hound needn't block the path of those it wanted dead. You would be dead if it wanted you dead. No questions asked.
Its crimson eyes seemed to stare into his soul Crow felt fear once again, for the second time that day. He hated this feeling. Why did it feel like everyone was looking down on him?
Now even a mutated mutt dared to do so. He would not give up again.
He would not run again! He picked up a sizable branch that happened to be nearby.
He, Crow Walker, would resolve this matter today!
His eyes shone brighter than ever, as he faced the hound. His hair seemed to glow, but only for a moment. He was ready.
[Author's Note: Spicy? Idk... filler?]