As the devil drew near, it hardly grew taller. It seemed… quite short.
Noticing this, the count had a soldier help him up. He brushed off his expensive clothes and looked at the fearsome devil with a murderous smile. His eyes however, were full of only fear.
"D… Do you think you scare me, Tiny Devil?"
The devil tilted his head slightly and pointed the tip of his sword at the four men.
"I do."
The count chuckled and looked at his subordinates.
The devil spoke again, its voice full of cold, murderous intent.
"Count Henry, you have earned death. It is your rite and will be delivered. It will not be swift nor will it be painless."
The count laughed again and opened his mouth to speak. Before he could however, two mem standing beside him fell to the floor… both in two pieces. One was cut nearly in half and the other decapitated. The third coughed and had blood pouring from his mouth, his chest was pierced by a cold blade.
The count stumbled and fell to the floor once again. It seemed like the counts natural state, crawling along the floor helplessly.
"157. Do you know what exactly it is that I'm counting? It's a habit of mine I picked up after being tortured, I'm counting how many people I've killed in the last few months. So, scream, crawl, resist. It's all futile, your soldiers are dead. And now, it's your turn."
The count turned and started crawling backwards while facing the devil. He opened his mouth to scream when the fearsome creature flashed forward, faster than he could process. His lower jaw was contorted in pain and he brought up his hand to cover the hurting area, only to have a warm liquid pour into his hand and be met by his upper teeth.
His jaw was in the devils hand. Behind him, a terrifying beast stared hungrily at the flesh, and the devil tossed it into the beasts mouth, with a loud crunch, it was eatin.
The count tried to scream, but couldn't as his throat was being drowned in blood, causing it to bubble and foam.
The devil walked toward one of the cells and ripped the heavy metal gate off its hinges, then did the same two more times.
"Your free now. But before you go, do what you wish with him."
The murderous intruder pointed toward the count who was slowly drowning in his blood.
The twelve women he'd released looked around in terror, there were six men in the room, one's head split diagonally in half, one decapitated, one cut in half, one with a mortal wound to his chest, and one, the count, who's jaw was ripped off his face.
The women thanked the devil with fear in their eyes and trembled. One spoke up, her voice full of fright and concern.
"Mr. Devil, there more people here! Please, can you help us escape?"
"That's what I'm here for. Meet me at the entrance to this place in five minutes. Don't be late."
With that, the devil disappeared once again and scared the women once more.
Five minutes later, he showed up. Many people were obediently following him, whether it be out of fear or admiration for saving them, it was hard to tell.
"I hope you enjoyed my gift. Now, let's get out of here, follow me and I'll take you somewhere safe."