I Love This Place, But We're Probably All F**ked

"You know what, *cough* I don't think I like you," grunted Azrael, trying to pick his body up but only managing to put his head up a little. A stream of blood rolled down his lips, and patches of red littered his body where he had scraped the ground.

{Argaf} shouted the robed grendwalf before pointing at Azrael once again. The grendwalfs seemed to have grown newfound confidence after seeing Azrael being flung like a ragdoll and decided to approach him, albeit cautiously.

"St *cough* stay back," shouted Azrael, pointing the shining glass spear at the grendwalfs. He could feel his skin being seared as he held onto the shining spear, though he knew that if he dropped it they would end him in a second, so he fought through the pain, holding onto it even tighter. They paused for a moment, but after noticing how his face was scrunched up in pain they continued their slow approach.

Azrael wasn't completely accustomed to his augmented system vision, but he knew enough about video games to know that the purple-bluish bar at the bottom left of his view was his mana meter. And it was nearly depleted, it seemed that keeping [Shining Light] active for long periods of time was currently out of reach for someone of his level.

[Only 30 arcane points left, 15 seconds, 15 seconds of staring at these-] Azrael turned to look at the robed grendwalf that was currently staring at him smugly -or perhaps that was all in his mind [-these ugly bastards. Just when things were getting interesting, just when I thought I would get to have fun. I wish I had lived long enough to finish off that bitch I pushed down the stairs. Yes, if I could have at least heard her scream like a mo-]

Azrael's thoughts were interrupted by a bubbling sound, before a group of 5 people appeared at the cave wall just in front of the human pile and the robed grendwalf.

"That was close," said a black-haired boy as he tried to catch his breath, his head turned to the wall behind him as if to check if he was still being followed.

{Aruth?}

"Yeah, what gives? We were having a moment."

For the next few seconds, all that could be heard was the sound of screaming as the group stared at the scene, mind-boggled by the pile of human corpses that lay in front of them.

{Arum tuth?} growled the grendwalf, this time looking at Azrael.

"Beats me, big guy. I don't get what's so upsetting about a pile of corpses either. Oh, wait, maybe it's the fact that it's a pile of god-damn corpses. If you guys are done screaming at it, can you please kill that guy!" shouted Azrael, slightly annoyed by the incompetency of the new group.

"W-What is that?" shouted one of the girls in the group, hiding behind the black-haired boy as the horde of grendwalfs turned from Azrael and began approaching them.

"Guess I'm not good enough for you guys anymore, huh?" whispered Azrael, resting his head on the hard cave floor in exhaustion.

"Whatever, let's just kill them and get this over with. We have powers and they're just ten of them, they're nothing compared to the horde out there," said a brown-haired boy from the group, before a pair of glowing green gauntlets, appeared on his hands.

[Yeah, you guys handle this please,] thought Azrael, slowly crawling to the darker edges of the cave.

[I need to replenish my mana, please don't die before then,] he would've said, though it took everything he had just to keep himself from crying out in pain.

The rest of the group pulled out their powers as well. The black-haired boy seemed to have some sort of psi blade power as he held a glowing pink saber in his hands. A blonde girl began chanting something, and the group was covered in a golden aura, while the other two girls in the group didn't seem to have abilities as flashy as the others as Azrael couldn't ascertain whether or not they had been activated.

"Eat this!" The brown-haired boy punched the robed grendwalf in the face, to no effect. In the next moment, the horde of grendwalfs mauled him, stumbling over each other to get a piece of him.

"Hel-" his screams ended in gurgling sounds as a grendwalf ripped his throat out before spitting it in front of his group. The scene was grotesque, it seemed that it was customary for these things to rape anything they killed as they ripped the boy's clothes off and began their necrophilic endeavors. Slobbering spit and other bodily fluids as they fought over whose turn it was.

[Guess glowing weapons don't count as light,] noted Azrael as he watched the brown-haired boy being torn apart. The black-haired boy holding the pink saber had a look of despair on his face, his saber trembled in his hands, and his eyes stared into nothingness.

[Finally realizing how fucked you are, huh?]

A grendwalf caught the black-haired boy unawares, flinging him into the cave walls. The rest of the group fell to the ground in defeat, the fact that they didn't even care enough to scream showing just how mind-raped they had been.

The grendwalfs wasted no time and began their buffet, swiftly slashing at the girls, cutting deep into their flesh. Their lives ended in squeaks, in their final moments they had just enough courage to try and scream, but even that was done in vain as their throats were ripped out before they could fully get it out.

[34 mana points, that should be enough,] thought Azreal as he took a deep breath before attempting to stand up. For a second he felt ethereal, like he wasn't made of flesh and bone but rather pure pain. It was blinding, everything went dark, the thought of killing himself invaded his brain, but the sound of flesh being ground up brought him back. He had to kill these guys, he had to see what this new world had to offer.

Using the spear as a crutch, he began approaching the robed grendwalf from behind, slowly but surely trying not to draw too much attention. By the time he was halfway to the robed grendwalf, the horde had begun feasting on the pink saber boy.

{Atuh!} shouted the robed grendwalf, spinning around to glare at Azrael.

"I'm fucked, aren't I?"