1 Viscous is the blood spilt in vein

Wise is the man who knows fear. Foolish is the man who ignores it. Late in the night the sound of scraping could be heard. Far from any normal scraping, this was odd sounding. Not like metal yet not like claws, this was a deeper sound. One that filled many with dread. "'Walking through the paved roads of Malvick was peaceful at any other time of day. Sorrow fall upon the loved one's of a man who tread these streets at night."' Well, that is if you have anyone to mourn your death. I rather enjoy walking at night, and just so happen to be passing through this sack of a town called Malvick. Maybe not 'just so happen' as much of ' go kill this and go kill that'. I tell you, I'd rather go climb the mountains of Belvar than be sent on another extermination quest. Allas that is the order of The Cult. Standing up on a roof, Cain could be seen from a mile away. His average stature and build leaving no guesses to great strength. The only striking thing about his appearance being his mid-lenght firery red hair and eyes. Wich to his unfortunate end has caught the attention of this town's very own nightmare, now locking gazes with our grand hero. Speaking of wich, where did he go? He's not on the roof anymore. The sound of scraping intensifies as a humanoid monster with oddly long limbs, falls to its fours and starts pursuit. It's lower jaw hanging open as its horrifying teeth gnash and gnaw against its tongue, proof of its infinite hunger. Strange that it cannot fit into these homes and tame it's belly. Break a window maybe? It'd definitly be more efficient than chasing down its prey. Unfortunately it has a rather small brain, quite similar to yours actually! I'm kidding... Yes, it is no wonder why our great hero Cain has fled the scene. Such a sight would have any sane person already plotting for a good vacation to the next town southward. A streak of red could be seen twisting corners and hopping fences with accurate agility that has been thoroughly practiced. Maybe a whimper or two as the demon sees his agility and meets it double. Turning the corners merely seconds after he does. "This is it, this is where I meet my end..." Cain huffed this whispered acceptance whilst jumping over yet another shabby fence. Ominously a voice rings clear as day out of no one's mouth, mocking the young Cain's lack of tact. 'Foolish child, if only you would have listened to my advice-' "No time for squabbling old man, this is not how I wish to spend my last moments!" Cain retaliates the bodyless voice whilst jumping yet another shabby fence before stumbling out of someone's back yard. Turning a sharp corner Cain loses his footing, his focus clearly at the end of it's thread. "'Left foot here right foot there"' isn't quite the thoughts you'd have if the demon chasing you were catching up as fast as this one. The monstrous beast now right behind him, takes Cain's error to its full advantage, swinginging its abnormally long arm as though it were a whip. Just barely missing Cain and slicing into the alleyway's wall. He pauses for a moment, his eyes slowly panning to the origin of the arm that barely missed him. It's eyes looking straight into his soul, Cain suddenly feels the urge to play dead. The old man breaks out in delirium, "EEEHEEE, turn and fight you stupid chuld!" The old man's disconnected yelp shook Cain's eardrums, kicking him out of his stupor. Cain runs without second thoughts, straight into a dead end. In this moment of complete and utter failure, he mannages to roughly scan the wall he's facing, desperately pleading for someone to jump out the heavens to save him. Just as a lone tear falls from Cain's eye, the demon turns tbe corner. It scrapes its teeth against its iron-like tongue as it weaves its head. Cain turns to meet its gaze. The scraping stops as the monster focuses its eyes in Cain's. Within this brief moment of silence, Cain fumbles trying to reach for his sword, his fingers are too silly to efficiently grab hold of the hilt. Up close the creature was far more intimidating. It's pitch black skin seemed to ooze some form of tar while its's gaping mouth frothed and foamed. But the worst of it was not its stature nor its wretched mouth, it was the eyes. Misty and white as if trapping each soul it had taken the life of. With an ear wrenching sream, the demon leaped forward. Suddenly, as if possessed, Cain unsheathes his blade near instantly and runs toward the demon. The demon while mid air left Cain no choice, he slid underneath it. His blade aimed for its ankles, slicing cleanly through one. The demon unable to land properly stumbles to the ground. Its mouth even foamier than before, eyes showing the purest of milky white hatred. The dreaded scraping sounded again, its gnawing more rapid then before. Clearly signs of its dissatisfaction. Was our hero not to its liking, not an easy enough a meal? The beast lashed it's whip like arm toward Cain. A whistle sound could be heard as it repeatedly slashed and couldn't reach. It started scooting forward using it's other arm as a crutch, leaving a trail of white cloud like blood behind. "Why are you doing this, old man?!" 'Why were you such a chicken back there, you fool?! You left me no choice- 'else we'd both be dead! ' "That's complete bull-!" Cain dashed forward, taking the monster's scooting as an opening. Its arms now having a target to reach left Cain on the defensive. Slash after slash, Cain barely parried- his weak arms to blame. With inhumanely sharp reflexes, Cain was able to make distance between them again. "I seriously had this, old man!" 'Clearly, standing there staring at the thing was 'having this'. I had no choice but to take over!' "That's not how this dea-" Cain's mouth shuts. 'Cain' scanned the slow approaching demon for any openings. It was unable to walk and relied on its freakishly strong arm and its other leg to keep itself upright, barely able to move forward. It switched to slashing and whipping its free arm meter's reach. The two meter reach just barely missing 'Cain' as he stands cornered by the beast. He leaped, jumping past the demon's defences, his sword aimed toward it's head. The demon's reactions were just fast enough, bouncing upward leaving 'Cain's' placement off. His sword slashing at its chest. That same white fog bled out as the demon came crashing to the ground. Fumbling to its foot and unable to land properly, it fell into the corner of the dead end. Suddenly 'Cain' appeared before the demon and lifted his longsword to pearce its head when.. "Stop it old man!" The blade halted. The demon forcing itself as deeply into the corner as it can fit, too weak to do any more than that. 'Why didn't you let me finish it?!' "When will you allow me to do something great?! All this time I've been stuck as your puppet, never able to live confidently in the praise of others!" 'Oh come on Cain! You think you'd be able to accomplish anything of any magnatude if not for my help?' "It is your very 'help' that has dug me this grave, old man! I live in a shell of myself, a version of me that I don't even recognize." 'The same can be said for me, you imbecile. Who's fault is it that I am stuck in your puny, pathetic excuse of a vessel?' "Enough! I will kill it as it is, for someone like you to be the one to kill this creature would be an act of hypocrisy in and of itself." ' You're one to speak! Look at yourself!' Cain fixes the sword in his hands, ignoring the ring of the old man's voice. His trembling hands bring an insulted grunt from the old man. The beast lay half dead in the dead end of the alleyway, its viscous cloudy blood puddled around it. The beasts mouth moves in attempt to gnash and gnaw at its tongue, only faintly making its notable screech. Cain slowly steps toward the beast, lifting the sword across himself and swinging it at the beasts neck. Too weak to block Cain's slash, the beast's head falls to the ground. Its eyes dull in the pool of its own ghostly blood.

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