6 Chapter 6: This City Is Lost

Trevor Belmont POVs

'Fucking hell' cracking my eyes open to see a still cast over sky, the black twisted branches of the tree, I had slept under last night. My head pounding.

"Fucking hell, breakfast first" leaning up from my laying posture.

Getting up and walking to the only large city for 40 miles. Walking for some time, coming to the edge of forest, looking out to see a waste Land. Patches of grass that used to cover this wet land. Watching as demons walked in a pack, turning to me with a infant hanging from its mouth, the large walls having spikes with heads and intestines wrapped around them while people scream.

"City of Gresit, God, just another day, no ones getting in no ones getting out" looking at the gate closed as all manor of wood and metal covered it.

Seeing the city shit hole.

"Well beggars can't be choosers, I guess" goin up to it and climbing in.

"Never thought I'd climb through the shitter for some fucking breakfast". Making it in to the city I see people still trying to live there lives.

The market was still open, people trying to clean up blood and flesh. While others threw up not being able to handle it.

"That mass grave earlier, the world has gone to shit" going up to a women at the market getting some dried lambs meat, tossing a coin.

Female worker "haven't seen your face before?" Looking at me.

"Just passing through " giving her a side look.

Female worker "you want to pass through quicker" cuting the meat.

"Guess you have troubles here" walking away.

Female worker "there's a tribe of speakers in this city, once we've done what needs to be done, the demons will leave us" going back to her work.

'What needs to be done, heard that before' thinking and looking around the city, hearing stories of a sleeping hero under the city, waiting to wake up,hearing stories of the bishop of this town.

'The bishop huh, the church would have there foot in this' moving and contemplating. 'Some trust the bishops words, while others do not'.

Walking and seeing the bishops men, taking a old man away, overhearing that he was a speaker that they were told to leave and did not listen. They were blamed for what befalls Gresit. Sighing i help the old man.

Pulling out a whip, and moving it out cutting Ones finger off and taking out another's eye.

Finding out it was the elder, I asked to see his train(what the nomad group called speakers call there party) a group of 12 yet one is missing, finding them living in a run down shit of a house on the outskirts of the city.

Elder "this is our home, come inside meet my people" point forward.

Following I met a man named arn, and that they have been worried, telling them I know of there people and that this city is blaming them, asking why they had not left.

Arn "it's probably the church's doing, they need something to blame".

Elder "to divert the truth, that the church was the one who brought this" with complicated expression.

Elder "the speakers where in targovista, a year ago, they burned Dracula's wife, as a witch" shaking his head.

"Shit, but you haven't answered my question" leaning against the wall.

Elder "if you know speakers, you know we can not leave when people need help". Sitting down.

Arn "might as tell him the whole story" walking next to me.

Elder "*sigh in our history there is a story, of a great hero who sleeps under Gresit, waiting to awaken to drive the dark back". As If remembering the past.

"Oh I've heard this uhhhh....yes the sleeping hero". Rubbing my chin.

Elder"how much do you know of my people?" Questioning me.

"Well I'm a Belmont I know a great deal, I know you are a nomadic tribe that carry fulling spoken history, that your Proficient in magic" showing my crest to them.

Arn "a Belmont?, i thought your family had vanished" surprised.

"If by vanished you mean, exiled, hated and burned out of our ancestral home yeah".thinking of the past my family had been threw.

Arn "I'm sorry" understanding.

"Pay it no mind, so you believe there is a sleeping solider under Gresit, your here to look for him?"

Elder"one us went to"

"This would be your missing speaker" connecting the dots.

Elder "that one went to the mausoleum, west of the church, and has not returned". Looking tired, yet worried.

"....." saying nothing.

Elder "so what is your plan"

"Find some food, find some drink get drunk watch this city burn" turning my back.

Elder"I understand I guess you can watch us burn to" knowing it's not my place to help them.

"Don't be crazy, Leave now head south, hook up with another train" trying to help.

Arn "what?! It's his grandchild! It's the elder grandchild!" Angry.

"So not only for the people of Gresit but your grandchild" shaking my head.

Elder "you can put it that way".

"If I get your grand child will you leave this place, please". walking towards the fireplace.

Arn "why would you..." tryin to understand.

"Listen to me, the horde will rip through this place, but there is something more coming to Gresit, your people should know of them, I don't not know why they are this far but you need to leave, after I get your grandchild". Rubbing my forehead.

Elder "so they have *sigh" shaking a little.

Arn "elder what does he speak of, you know?!" Confused.

"They don't know?" Pointing at his tribe.

Elder "the stories are only passed to the elders, that would be passed down when it was time for them to know" not thinking it was yet time.

Arn "the elders know, what is it?"

"You need to tell your people, there not just stories" going to sit.

Elder "arn listen to me, there are beings that kill and hunt this horde, yet they leave nothing behind, *sigh they are only seen when a city is about to meet its end, they are called mersul mortii, and if what he said is true" looking at me.

"Yes death walkers have come to Gresit" still not understanding why they wouldn't tell them.

Arn "the horror stories told of cities completely being cleaned but wiped out, were true?"

Going to the window seeing it was starting to get dark.

"Ask it of your elder, I will go look for your missing speaker, don't go out" going to the door and walking out.

'Here goes nothing' thinking to myself as I make my way to the muasoleum.

Making my way down looking at the weird structures as I fell through the floor 2 times, come to a strange room of broken and whole statues, seeing one that looks like a speaker.

"Either someone left the statue of a speaker here or...." just to be interrupted by loud footsteps.

" Cyclops, fucking stone eye Cyclops, god shits in my dinner once again" a giant grey skinned being that looked like that of stone, it's eye glowing blue as it opened a reddish blue beam was shot out.

Rolling, moving quickly behind a pilar but then it just stopped.

*tap *tap

Looking over there coming from the dark a figure with a crow looking cloak, twin weirdly curve blades and a fucking skull mask.

'Fucking hell' as i watch the Cyclops turn it's attention to the new comer, trying to fire its beam.

*bang *raaaawweeerrrrrr!!!

As I only saw a flash, the knee of the stone eye Cyclops exploded as blood blew everywhere watch as she threw one of her her blades up spinning in the air kicking it, as it flew straight no Droppage, as the blade crack its stone eye shooting threw, the back on its head as large amounts of blood painted the walls.

Looking a the person looked like she disappeared, looking around frantically, I saw he'd standing on tip of the blade, that had embedded itself in the walk. Reaching down grabbing it, slightly pulling as it came out, landing from a very high place like nothing.

"Uhhh ok? That was rather anticlimactic" saying to my self as her eyes shot over to me.

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