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Tales from the Demon King

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Chapter 1 - Prologue

CRASH. He tumbled, flattening out onto the hard, wooden floor. The man panted frantically, his heart thumping loudly. He gritted his teeth, as he attempted to heave himself off from the floor of the courthouse. He groaned, as he lifted his chest up, forcing his left leg to bend. He planted his left foot and dragged his right leg slowly across the wooden floor as he stumbled forward into an awkward run. He screamed, as he toppled over landing on the wooden floor with a loud thud in a sprawled position, his legs out in front of him and his torso above the ground. His breath was shaking, tears filled his eyelids that glinted in the yellow light of the courthouse room. He was sat in front of the bench, between the aisle that lined the seats of the courthouse.

He winced, his right leg had been bleeding slightly, it left a thin blood trail from the side door he had entered through. The door remained open. His shaky hands crept over his leg, cringing he pulled his trouser sleeve up on his right leg to reveal something had been lodged into his calve muscle. It had a rough, brown shell and its end protruded out of the man's leg ever so slightly. His leg twitched as he shouted in agony as he slammed his fist into the ground, cursing. He began to slow his breath, concentrating now he reached over his right leg and grabbed the end of the foreign object, he yanked it. Howling, he kept on pulling the object out of his leg, his fingers were moisturised in his own blood, they kept on slipping until he jerked the object out.

He cursed, panting heavily. He lay on his side for a moment, the pain in his right leg soothed. He lifted his right hand to examine the object. It was a dagger. It had a worn down, brown handle and the blade was just shorter than the handle itself, it was drowned in red blood.

CLANG.

The man's head snapped towards the side door. He gasped loudly; his breath stopped as he choked. The Demon stood. Its stature was immense, It adorned a long brown coat and a large fedora that concealed the face of evil. It's naked human-like body was not that of man. The Demon was still.

Clang. The Devil slammed his weapon into the hard floor. The man swallowed his fear, rejuvenated by the sound of the Devil's axe head. He threw himself over onto the wooden floor, attempting to crawl away desperately. The man heaved his whole body up on to the nearest seat beside him and climbed it using the seat as leverage, he began to move down the aisle, grabbing onto each aisle seat.

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang. The Demon walked, hungering. It reached the spot just in front of the bench where the man had collapsed. It stopped. The Demon turned It's head, It's body following shortly, towards the entrance of the court room where the man was headed.

The man hopped, raising his wounded right leg slightly above the wooden floor. The open blood wound began to flare, the pain was sharp. He used the aisle seats to balance himself as he made a desperate attempt to escape the bloody hands of the Demon. He could hear it, the weapon of the Demon, he could feel the axe head slam against the wooden floor. It was like a ticking time bomb. He reached the end of the aisle, ahead of him were two large doors, his exit. The man lunged towards it, groaning. He looked over his right shoulder, the Demon was staring. The man wildly grabbed both doorknobs and hauled the large doors open.

They boomed against the white walls of the courthouse. There was a storm outside, the arrays of lightening brightened the porch of the courthouse as the rain splattered against the creamy concrete. The man's eyes widened; he crept slowly in front of him. He then stopped. His mouth inflated and through the seals in his lips, blood began to leak. He opened his mouth as he coughed out blood as he then fell to his knees, his eyes gazing out towards the darkness. He could not speak; he was choking on his own blood. His body felt stiff and unmoving.

The man felt something rest on his right shoulder, his eyes diverted towards the object. It was a boot. The boot pressed harder against his shoulder, forcing him to lean forward, the man's face cringed, the pain was excruciating, it spread through his body, his mouth was forced open naturally as then it happened. He gasped. The Demon's axe was pulled out from the man's back causing him to fall onto his chest, his head slamming onto the concrete floor.

It wasn't finished.

The Demon forcefully grabbed a handful of the man's long hair with It's left hand pulling his head up from the concrete. The Demon's fingers reached around the man's head, forcing him to look right and up towards the Evil. The Demon, using his right hand, planted his weapon beside the man, he viewed his horrified reflection in the glint of the iron.

The Demon forced the man to face Evil. The man stared into It's eyes, the blackest eyes. They were hollow. Empty. And in one swift motion the Demon seized his weapon, swinging it towards the man's neck.

Creak. Creak. Creak. It walked down the porch steps of the courthouse. The Demon gazed at the black sky, it thought to itself as it was captured by the light of the moon. It pondered. It then lifted It's left hand and planted the lifeless head of the man onto the gate of the courthouse, the large iron rod of the gate protruding out the top of the man's skull. The Demon then took flight.