As the sun fell, the guard shifts were changing, and with a small escort, Count Henry entered a underground complex.
"How many of these cretins have we bought this month?"
Count Henry glanced to his side with a contemptuous expression on his face as he passed a cell. Inside there were three women with fear shuddering throughout their frail bodies, they were pale and had ears that came to a point along with dirty, green hair.
"7 males and 15 women. The males were sent to the coliseum and the females are currently being washed for the sale tomorrow."
Henry nodded and barked a spineless laugh which instilled fear into the hearts of the jailed women and children.
Near one of the few inlets which allowed sunlight in, well moonlight as the moment, a shadow stirred and a fearsome mask that looked like a devil with dark, abyssal eyes appeared. He moved like a ghost, but got careless and ventured in front of a guard. The guard stumbled and his face contorted into a terrified expression as he looked into the abyss which stared back at him.
A stifled scream tried to escape his throat, only to be stopped by a cold blade that wasn't quite steel but seemed much sturdier. It had a hint of blue along it that was once again being painted red by blood.
As the guards life was quickly coming to its pitiful end, he heard one last sentence being stated.
"143."
The guard felt like… his humanity had been stripped, reduced to a mere number for a fearsome devil to remember him by.
As he choked on his blood, he saw a pair of eyes emerge from the shadows, and a terrifying mar dripping with a mix of blood and drool bit into his leg, dragging him into the shadows.
The devil failed to notice the hidden guard behind him and down the hall. He his quickly and silently and waited for the devil to move on.
The fearsome devil dissolved into the shadows once again and disappeared, leaving behind the horrible spills of the guards blood.
The witness quickly and quietly rushed toward Count Henry.
"Count Henry! Count! Th- there's a devil in here! I- I- I just saw him kill Sir Andy then eat his body!"
Count Henry looked at the disheveled guard and shook his head with disdain.
"You crooked scounrel, there's no such thing as devils and even if there were, why would one come here!?"
Suddenly, the shadows around the group of four men shuddered and seemed to grow darker, and a grating screech resounded from behind them. It seemed to be the result of something dragging across the stone floor of the complex.
The count turned, ready to hurl an insult at the ingrate who dared to make such a ruckus.
Slowly, the screech grew louder and louder, growing closer and closer. The count staggered slightly as a silhouette off something appeared. It was dragging something heavy across the floor in one hand, the other had a cylindrical object that was the source of the sound, its head had horns that were so sharp it seemed like they could puncture a hole in reality.
It neared a torch that was protruding from the wall and what was revealed made the count fall to the floor like a helpless child. It was a fearsome being that had a black face, black armor, hauling a dead body who's head was split diagonally in half, his other hands was in possession of a mysterious sword that emenated fear.