Chainsaw Knight

"This'll save our kingdom..."

A knight breaks a vial of oil onto the daimonic sigil. As if the oil was alive, it snakes around the circle. Its tendrils squirming against the cold cobblestone floor and up on to the walls. Stretching to reach the high candles, lighting itself on fire and fleeing back into the sigil, now blazing a bright yellow. 

The Knight crashes backwards into the cellar crates in shock at the site before him. The flames flicker into a blue-indigo form before twirling into a slender cyclone. In a flash the flames burst away, sending The Knight into darkness in the cellar.

However, he is not alone anymore...

A pair of glowing blue eyes and lightning blue teeth faced him. "Who summons me?" It spoke hoarsely. 

"I did. I am Sir Perron of Queen Kaera."

The pair of eyes and the glowing mouth floated around the darkness as if it had no form. "Oh? A Knight?" The Daimon's voice had an air of mockery to it. "How unique."

The glowing face of the Daimon was now only a hands length away from Perron's face. He can sense the rest of the Daimon's body, and even see it just barely in the glow of his teeth and eyes. 

"What's a Knight summoning a Daimon for? Aren't all knights known for their honor? Isn't summoning a Daimon, the antithesis of what you stand for?"

The strong breath of the Daimon wrinkled Perron's nose. Likening it to smelling sulfur. "Your are a necessary evil in these matters...M-My Queen, Queen Kaera. She is sending Irow to the ground...She has claimed my solution to the ongoing war with the Yormans as futile."

The Daimon cackles, "Ooh, what a terrible situation you're in. I could see why you've summoned me now. What exactly was the idea she stole." 

Perron gulped. "I suggested that we should give appeasement to them. We would lose land but so what, we are no match for the Yormans. You being the Daimon of Ingenuity, I was hoping you'd come up with a solution to bide her over."

The Daimon's grin brightened. "I can do that. Though, I'll need a physical form...Most preferably yours since you're so close to this Queen Kara."

"It's Queen Kaera and no. My body will not house a Daimon."

A silence followed the end of Perron's statement before being broken by the haunting guffaw of the Daimon. His head reeling back at the ceiling in joy.

"What is so funny to you" Perron asks with an edge in his tone.

"How stupid can you be? You summon a Daimon, yet wont let it house your body to get your goal done? No wonder your Queen didn't take your advice. It's because you're a living knob!" 

The hiss of an unsheathed blade shuts the Daimon up. "Don't make light of me, I'll cut you down."

The glowing blue eyes of the Daimon shown back at himself through the reflection of the blade. "You have an awfully beautiful blade for a knight...Not a single scratch or nick?" A snarled, jet black clawed hand wraps around the blade before crumbling into the Daimon's palm as rust. 

"You're a terrible liar." Those words sent fear bolting down into Perron's soul.

"Please...I'm sorry I didn't mean anything by that threat I was just being defensive. I've never really fought anyone besides from training..."

The Daimon nodded, "Okay...I understand. Come closer and I'll repair your blade..."

A smile wriggled its way to Perron's face as he stepped closer into the sigil. The next second his world was invaded with pain as his face was hurled to stone floor. A wide clawed hand pressed down against his temple to the floor.

"What a fucking fool! There's no way you fell for that? Are you genuine?" The Daimon cackled into Perron's face, spit dribbling from his lip. He was helpless against the Daimon's strength and could only beg. 

"Please! Let me go!" Tears poured out of Perron's eyes as he felt his skull creaking against the force. "I promise to never disrespect you again! Please!" 

"Disrespect? I could give a horse's dung about respect! You expected to hear honesty and respect from a Daimon?"

"PLEASE!"

The knight begged him not to kill him, but he had already dug his grave using the shovel of naivety.

"So long sad sap! Enjoy the Undergaol in my place!" The sigil lights up a hellish red before ripping the soul out of Perron, leaving his body shriveled and dry. 

***

Chaos erupted from the cellar of the castle. 

"Queen Kaera, get inside your quarters and stay in there until further notice!" A knight pushed the Queen into her room before shutting the door. The Queen ran over to her window, gazing out into another window down on the lower level. A quick silver blur sprinted about and across the window every few moments before a guard's torso is sent hurling through the window, his guts slithering behind him. 

Kaera grasped her mouth and fell back to her bed. Fear was hissing down her neck as she realizes her forces are being overrun.

The clashing of swords got closer and louder. Shrieks of pain being cut off by a harsh death. Even the sound of entrails sloshing onto the floor could be heard at this point and then...

Silence...

The Queen held her breath with the silence, listening for the inevitable threat. Calm footsteps approached her door, the jangling of armor slightly accompanying it. Her door opened gently, its squeaking being the only thing breaking the silence of fear. 

"Perron!" A breath of relief quickly escapes the Queen, "Is the invader g-" She halts her step towards Perron as she gazes past him, seeing the gored guards and knights of her castle. Her eyes returning to Perron, seeing his shining armor dimmed by the crimson ichor. In his eyes, in the body of an ally, an unfamiliar gaze stared back.

"Perron! What have you done!" She backed towards her window, "How could you!?" 

Perron walked with a joyous gait towards Queen Kaera, whistling as he did. Ignoring her questions, Perron forced her back against the window, prodding her neck with a finger.

"Perron is gone, now it's just me...Quilfyn."

The name striking a recognizable fear into her heart, a name she had only heard in an old nursery rhyme, she shrieks.

"DAIMO-".

Her screech is ripped from her as Quilfyn tears her throat from her neck before planting his iron foot against her chest sending her out the window. Her back tearing against the shards of glass as she plummets to the grassy fields with no scream. 

Quilfyn breathes in deeply, as if sniffing a garden of roses, exhaling, "It feels good to be back. Oh how I've missed you, Humanity. Now that I don't rot anything I touch. Maybe I can actually put to work those ideas I've had back in the Undergaol." 

He dances around the victims of his bloodlust as if frolicking through a flower-field. Every few corpses he picks up something from them. 

An armored gauntlet...

A broken visor...

A split breastplate...

A handful of broken teeth...

A little pinky here, a little pinky there..

Frolicking his way to outside of the castle and into the offset blacksmith's house he sets to tinker with his blasphemous ingredients. For the rest of the noon leading into next morning, he forged his passion project. Each step perfectly crafted and tailored in the Undergaol. Now free, Quilfyn births his magnum opus of ingenuity, his personal weapon of devastation.

A small fleet of knights ride upon the ravaged castle. Coming across the broken body of Queen Kaera of Irow. A few of the knights look away, seeing their country's Queen disrespected and violated.

The door to the blacksmith's house flung open.

The knights looked on in rage at the man walking out. Smirking with a flash of blue in his eyes, he jousted his weapon at the knights. 

"Feel honored that you are the first victims of my magnum opus! My mechanical child! My beloved....Chainsaw!!"

The herd of knights now galloped with wrath behind their visors towards Quilfyn as he pulls the ripcord...