Blood well:
I don't know how much time has passed since I've been down here.
I immediately lost consciousness after the drop, not much time seems to have been passed since I haven't been fully recovered yet and I don't know if the others had escaped or has been captured like me.
My throat was parch dry, my bones felt so brittle it seemed it would break due to a gentle breeze, my body was so weak I couldn't even clench my fists and the pain was unimaginable.
Together with the soul ache it was hell.
Breathing itself was difficult, broken ribs pierced onto my internal organs, my heart was thundering trying to provide blood.
My head was heavy, I wasn't able to think straight and it felt like my head was being hammered into oblivion.
I sometimes fell into micro sleeps against my will but was awaken by the pain and agony that took place in my body.
The smell was suffocating, the slimy surface made me uncomfortable and even though it made me vomit I wasn't physically able to.
The quiet darkness around me felt like it was mocking me, silently watching me.
I felt like death was close.
It was hiding in the darkness, slowly sharpening his scythe and waiting for the decree from the god of death himself to take my life.
Death felt so close...
Yet so far.
Despite the pain, despite not being able to think straight, I knew.
I knew I was healing.
Regenerating.
Slowly but surely, bones and muscles reattached, the headache increasing but the pain alleviating.
I know I won't die due to my regeneration.
I don't know how much I have to wait but I'm sure it's a short amount of time.
I will be as good as new.
I just had to wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait wait-
But what to do after that?
I need to escape.
Climbing out from this gore mess was possible but the darkness didn't help it.
And even if I did I'm sure they are still there.
The only hope for me are the others.
But we just met, they might've escaped by now or they might be dead.
Well I wouldn't blame them.
I would've done the same.
But I would certainly hate them for it.
'No options left?'
The horned god was certainly an option.
But the only thing I recieved from him was regeneration.
Although it seemed good it was lackluster compared to others.
If only I was a bit stronger.
I'm not asking for earth shattering strength,
Just a bit to hold my own against these monsters and escape.
Prayer can be used to call upon a God's help.
Just naming a few of their titles and endless praises would work.
Sometimes it wouldn't.
But I won't.
Pity isn't something I like to recieve.
It's humiliating, those stares of pity, those words of pity, those people helping me due to pity, I hate all of them.
I don't care how good there intentions are.
I would rather die than recieve pity.
Begging for pity is something that I would never do no matter what.
Kind people help others for them feeling sympathic towards them.
Those times spend on the streets are still etched into my mind.
No matter what I won't forget.
Two faced people doing it for reputation.
That man who took us in first, abusing us and then almoyselling us out to slavery because he got bored,I didn't forget one bit of that abuse.
Pity and sympathy is repulsive for me.
Even if you do it with good intentions or not.
It's pathetic.
So begging a god for strength is quite pathetic right?
I did it during my time in the Wiccan forest right?
I'm quite pathetic right?
My body slowly started to function, my mind slowly started to clear.
'I don't need no one's help to escape.'
I decided, even if it gets me killed.
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In the cold and quiet darkness, a figure slowly marched through the narrow passages.
He had no fleshy body, he was a skeletal undead, He had huge and broad shoulders,
His waist area was thin and his legs were stonky.
His skull had cracks running through them and two red rubies served as his eyes and to curly goat horns sticking out from his skull.
They were pointing towards the ceiling.
His red eyes glowed eerily, he knew more people had entered this sacred place which he had protected for centuries and they were not gonna change that.
'Meeting a descendant of Adam was certainly a suprise.' The name left a bad taste in his mouth even though he had no tongue.
'I still don't understand what lady Lilith saw in him.'
He still vividly remember that day when his queen stood up for that inferior creature.
And how that caused a lot of chain events which caused the demons to go extinct.
The mother of all demons made a mistake trusting that creature.
'That hairless monkey!'
Demons originally ruled half of the world,
When the fog didn't exist and when the continents were a single landmass.
They were known as the incarnation of sins.
Different demon associated with different sins lived in harmony together with the other races of humanoid creatures despite their natures given by their sins.
Until humanity appeared.
My hand instinctively clenched, the word 'Humanity' would make any demon's blood boil in rage.
Not only theirs.
'Enough of reminiscing the past.'
I know it would take a while if I kept on going on with my hate for humans.
The remaining intruders also needs to be eliminated.
That's my sole purpose as the queen's personal guard.
And as a demon of wrath and pride, it's commendable that I still haven't wasted my time ripped that humans flesh, piece by piece and feeding it to him.
Now that I think about it, it has been a long time since I have eaten human flesh.
And so, I increased my speed, no intruders must be left alive inside the temple of Lilith,
The mother of demons.
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Blood well:
The slimy surface caused me to tumble down to the ground, climbing wasnt a good idea but it's all I had.
My ripped off armor layed somewhere on the ground and I was left with chainmail and leather tunic.
The undead guys are really good at removing caved in armor it seems..
I sat back on the fleshy floor, the smell was literally unbearable and I have already puked out what I ate previously.
'I don't know how long it takes for them to find me and I don't have much rations left.'
I don't have any left.
Those undeads destroyed all of them.
'Well if it comes to the worst, food is not that scarce.'
I patted the floor and I gagged when the thought of eating it appeared in my mind.
I vomited again but all that came out was saliva and bile juice.
'I need to escape.'
There's no way I'm eating this to sustain myself.
Or so I thought.
In life not everything goes according to plan.