The sound of what felt like steel on steel echoed throughout the dimly lit streets. A fat bulbous fleshy atrocity plunged its boney knife-like arm into the pavement, cracking through the road. It stepped forward, crashing its arm through the ground and slash up.
Djura raced, back he was almost equally as freakish. He was almost as monstrously tall as the beast, but nowhere near as bulbous. He was weirdly thin, his skin and muscle stretched over his frame, djura the purge hunter.
Before the beast could gain its grounds, djura raced his sword slicing open its shoulder. The melted face of the beast stared up. Before djura flashed his arm down, slicing clean through its chest gushing its deformed, melted insides onto the road.
Djura, stumbled to the side wiping off the bulbous freaks blood off his blade, and casting it to the ground. Breathing a relaxed sigh, his eyes locked onto the moon. It's pale light contrasting his clothes.
It felt heavy, it felt large and all consuming. It stood in the middle of the sky, it felt like the sun.
"So pretty"
There wasn't a single light on throughout the street. But you could see clearly, the moon illuminated everything across the vast city. The winding streets, and steeped roofs of black brick houses and roads tightly packed together. It felt more like a country.
In an instant Godfrey fell down to one knee, his body felt numb. But he could feel the blood trickling down from the back of his neck. Seeing it drip onto the ground. His vision blurred as he stumbled to try and get back up. Blood leaked out of his mouth but he couldn't even feel it.
The purge beast reared its arm plunging it into the ground. Godfrey side stepped, swinging his silver longsword across for the beast's arm.
"you FUCKING….."
A switch echoed out, while the blade extended. The sword broke into a spine like a blade. Each segment, attached to a whip. It warped around its arm. With one tug the blade, it dug and ripped the flesh right off, decapitating its arm.
"VILE, MAGGOTY, FREAK, why couldn't you just die."
The purge beast stumbled onto itself, its morphed screech ringed through the streets. Before Godfrey gripped its skull. Both his hands grasped the side of its head, as he started crushing it
"Something as filthy as you shouldn't even walk!"
Blood oozed out of the black holes that were where its eyes used to be. Godfrey clenched both his hands together. Blood pooled out of the melted mouth that had merged with its body and sunken into its chest.
"nobody wishes you were born"
The skull caved in on his hands, the beast's brains and blood spraying across the pavement. Godfrey stopped, his hands still clasped together between the corpses, while he breathed in his full reality. His head darted around hoping no one saw.
"s-sorry…sorry. I mean it's not your fault?"
Godfrey slumped to his knees and grasped his hands together and began his prayer. It was customary to bless any soul afflicted with the purge.
"God forgive his blood, God forgive his soul, and God forgive his flesh"
He brought his blade back and attempted to bring it back to its normal state only for it to stay a whip. Not unusual for weapons to break under zero pressure.
"Shite"
Godfrey disregarded his blade, stuffing it into a hilt before he went to plunge his fist Into the beast. He brought the massive almost 8ft tall beast, made from muscle and fat over his back and dragged it through the town. With every step he left a trail of fermented blood, it leaked over his clothes.
The cathedral still cleans my clothes right, I'd have to dump them if I don't get them cleaned, the smell alone would get me kicked out, Eleanor wouldn't even address me would she.
Calling Scientia a town is an understatement, it felt more like a city state. Endless snake-like streets crawled across the seemingly endless landscape, anyone would get lost. There is an alleged wall guarding the "town" but you wouldn't even know if you lived in the center. It was easier to see the moon than the edge of the town.
As Djura dragged himself and his kill he could hear the chanting and cursing of the townsfolk. He passed through a set of silver gates finally landing himself in the center. The streets were lit up with men, not purge hunters, normal men cheering and dragging beasts onto a bonfire. Standing at the apex of the fire held a disfigured beast. Its flesh was flayed off and draining onto the fire, fueling it. It was held up by a cross.