Fero charged at the demon. It lifted its foot in an attempt to stomp on the man. Exactly what Fero wanted. The demon brought his foot down. Fero got out of the way and slashed with the crystal sword. He severed the tendons.
"Try standing now bastard!"
The demon knelt down from his wound and placed his uninjured hand on the ground. Fero saw his opportunity. He ran at the hand and made the same movement as with the other hand. It was severed. The demon cried out in pain. Fero began to hack and slash across the demon's unprotected legs. It began to topple toward its right side. Fero moved out of the way and prepared to attack the things face. It landed right in front of Fero. His swords quickly stabbed both of the giant eyes before him. He ran toward the demon's throat. The crystal sword was plunged into flesh. Fero squeezed the handle of the sword as hard as he could. Shards of crystal plunged out of the the demon's neck from all directions. The sword's tip was the epicenter of the crystal explosion.
"This is fun. I can really get used to a toy like this. And the night isn't even over yet."
He squeezed again and the shards retreated back into the sword. He pulled the blade out to inspect the blood covered sword. His face was pure bliss. Blood, death. A body that is hot from moving and cutting. Covered in blood of others. This is the way of the berserker! Born from battle and asleep out of combat.
Fero made his way into the castle.
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Kasila awoke in the early morning. She thought she heard something. She couldn't go back to sleep. She was next to the hero, in his bed. Her mind was conflicted with the events earlier in the night.
Kasila's thoughts: 'I made love to him. Was I right to do so? He was kind to me. It felt, forced by him, maybe? I feel like he is an amazing man, but at the same time, somehow fake? What do I do now?'
She got out of the bed and quietly left with her clothes in hand. No one should be awake at this hour. She found her sword and left for her tent. She found Fero's tent. He was always quiet when he slept. She placed a hand on his tent. She thought about entering.
Kasila's thoughts: 'No. He needs his rest for tomorrow.'
She knew that was just an excuse to not see him after what she just did. She knew he liked her. She just wasn't ready to settle down. She was afraid that if she accepted his love that they would settle down right away.
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Fero had literally wiped the floor with lesser demons inside the castle. It was hard to find spots of the floor that weren't covered in demon blood. He came to a corner in the corridor. He was about to see what was around it. Before he could, a massive claw came around the corner and hit him hard. He flew back thirty feet. Even with the weight of both his swords. That thing has power. A demon similar to the one the hero fought a few days ago. It had some differences but It was a very similar build.
Fero's thoughts: 'It's probably just another lower mid-level demon. I got this in the bag.'
He charged forward again. A deadly grin still on his face.
It was fast. He barley managed to dodge it several times. His attacks left shallow cuts. Even with the crystal sword.
Fero's thoughts: 'This is what the hero was fighting before? He really knew his shit. This is much more difficult than he made it look.'
Fero was breathing harder now. His energy was low. He wanted to eat something. He stopped. He smiled again.
"Here kitty kitty! Time for your dinner."
He had an idea. He ran straight at the giant beasts face. It swiped at him with its left paw. He slid under the massive paw and swiped at the back of it with the crystal sword. It roared.
"Perfect."
He leapt up into the beasts mouth. His bastard sword pointed down through its tongue and the crystal sword point up into its skull. He squeezed the handle again and the shards came out of its head, as expected. It fell. He recalled the shards into the sword and left the moist area of the demon's mouth. It was dead.
Fero was met with little resistance from that point on. Mostly leftover lesser demons. That is, until he came into the old kings audience chamber. On the throne was a female demon. Roughly the size of the large demon he fought outside. She had obvious curves and no clothes. Scales covered any parts that would have be covered by clothes. Her horns were long and curled extruding through her long straight blood-red hair. Her skin, purple. If she were human-sized, she might be a seductive sight. Before Fero could get close, 2 large guardians came from either side of her to defend their queen.
"Looks like this will be the final battle. The result wont matter to me. Let's make this fun!"
His face looked almost scary to the demoness. His eyes were glowing a fearful, burning orange. She pointed her finger at Fero. The guards complied and began their attack against the lone human.