9 Visitors (2)

Just as I manage to hide in the Mana pool our guests show up, definitely not ghosts, but not birds either by a long stretch, if it wasn't for their horns, tails and wings, as well as their weird skin colours, I would assume they were humans.

They're currently shouting something, they're looking for their master, is that me? Why the hell would they be looking for me, I haven't even met anything in this desert other than Minor Ghosts. Wait, the little one I assume is female is asking for the Fog of Death... Isn't that part of my name?! Crap, they are looking for me, all because of this stupid name which I received without even asking for it, I wonder if we can talk it out, maybe have a pleasant conversation?

Aaaand there goes that option, recently Mori has developed quite the bad temper, so for our guests to ignore her like that, well, the result is obvious. She starts to charge towards them, "Should I stop her?" I start to wonder, I don't want to make unnecessary enemies, and technically our side just made the first move. As i'm about to reveal myself to have Mori stop the attack, the larger male demon looking guy has gathered some sort of energy around his hammer and attacked in seconds, before downing Mori with the most powerful attack I have ever seen since being reborn. "What the hell is that monster?" I whisper to myself before worriedly looking over towards Mori, she's alive... undead? Whatever she is, she needs help, pieces of her body are floating off indicating her falling health.

I try to stay calm, dammit I need to stay calm, but my anger is increasing with every second Mori loses health, I need to save her, she chose to follow me and I let her get hurt! I want to fight, I want to kill that grey bastard, how dare he harm my people?! I start to prepare to charge out when Victor fires a flaming black arrow towards one of the weaker demons, it looks to be a critical hit on the female when suddenly the strongest of the trio manages to rush back in time and push her out of harms way, however in the process he takes an 'arrow to the knee'. He's angry now, this is perfect, an angry opponent is easier to deal with than a rational one.

He shoots off towards Victor using his wings, but his speed has dropped with the injury, that arrow seems to have had corrosive properties and is continually damaging the muscle fibres in his leg. I see my chance, the two weaker demons are rushing out to finish off Mori, using 'Body Manipulation' I stretch my body out to appear like one of Victors arrows before shooting off using 'Telekinesis' towards the duo.

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"It's another arrow! Dodge it Aren" Screamed Eleanora before moving out of the way of the arrows path, "Yes Mistress!" Shouted Aren as he moved with her, staying close by her side in his attempt to keep her safe.

Expecting the arrow to continue shooting past, they are both start searching for the attacker who sent it towards them, however in the next moment they are horrified to notice that it turned sharply towards them before rapidly expanding to take the form of a mutated ghost of some sort, with a pitch black cloak like exterior covering its flaming eyes.

"Here's Azazel!" shrieked Azazel, scowling towards his enemies with glee before using 'Body Manipulation' to sharpen his tendrils tips and elongate them turning them into makeshift spears, which pierced towards Eleanoras heart and Arens head.

Eleanora managed to shift her body to the side while parrying the attack using the rapier in her hands, however still being young and inexperienced in combat she didn't realise that the attack was just a decoy meant to push her backwards, straight into the path of Venturas' sneak attack, a grey mist with tints of red streaking through it slowly drifted towards her. Aren being a more experienced fighter managed to notice this as he kept an eye on both Eleanora and the surroundings during the fight, wanting to help her but realising he can't while avoiding the incoming attack, he grit his teeth and instantly made a decision.

Jumping toward Eleanora while twisting his body allowed Azazel's tendril to miss his head, however it pierced through his rib cage, managing to save his life at the cost of a heavy injury. Ignoring the burning pain of the Dark and Death elements invading his body, he managed to reach Eleanora and pushed her out of the path of Ventura's sneak attack. "Mistress, run! Reach Durke, he can protect you!" Shouted Aren before being consumed by the mist.

"Aren, no!" Cried Eleanora as she witnessed the red lines weaving within the grey mist pierce into Arens body, winding their way throughout his body in seconds, absorbing any blood they came across, "AAARRGGGHH!!" screamed Aren as the intense pain of having his body pierced hundreds of times was unbearable, his body rapidly shrivelling from the lack of blood, he turns towards Eleanora, to take one last look, "Take care Ella.." he murmured, blood dripping from his chin as he tried to perform his usual cheesy smile, only for his dried husk of a body to be mercilessly blown into pieces as the red vein like worms exploded within his body from drinking their full.

"...Arri" Whispered Eleanora as she fell to her knees, tears refusing to stop pouring from her eyes.

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A few moments earlier...

"Die you insect!" Screamed Durke in fury as he flew towards Victor, stamping his uninjured leg against the ground constantly to gain speed, raising his huge hammer above his head, preparing to smash it down upon the head of the vermin who injured him.

Staring at the giant of a man rushing towards him, Victor knows he is screwed after seeing his speed, "I can't outrun him... I can only try to buy time and hope Master can make it." Thinking thus, his shocked look turns into one of determination, turning towards Bell he gestures her towards the injury in Durkes leg.

Seeing this Bell knows what to do, after training with her Masters other followers for a few weeks, they've come to have a sort of tacit understanding of what the others are thinking. She moves towards Durke while staying low to ground to avoid his notice, not that he would care with how intent he was on smashing Victor into a Ghost patty.

"DIE!!" Shouted Durke as he brought his hammer crashing down towards Victors head, trying his best to move to the side, Victor manages to avoid an instant death, however he gets blasted towards the ground so hard that the very earth shakes from the impact, and dust fills the surroundings.

"ARRGH!" Cried Victor, almost fainting from the pain, luckily he doesn't have any bones in his body to be broken, or he doubts that he'd have any left unbroken at all. "BELL! DO IT!" he cried with what little consciousness he had left.

While Durke raised his hammer again to finish off the downed Victor he suddenly feels a sharp pain in his uninjured leg, falling to his knees due to both his legs being injured he turns to see what happened, glancing down he sees a Minor Ghost impaling the back of his knee with the black arrow that was shot out by Victor earlier, a measly appetiser managed to down him? Humiliated and enraged he pull a small hunting knife from his belt and goes to impale Bell when suddenly he heard a heart wrenching scream coming from Eleanora, shocked and frightened his head cools and he takes in his surroundings, quickly noticing Aren dying to save Eleanora.

"AREN! He screamed, tears forming in his eyes but refusing to fall, suddenly he shook off the Minor Ghost and flapped his wings so hard that his shoulder blades threatened to fracture, he flew off towards where Eleanora was seated and picked her up before any attacks managed to land on her body. Avoiding having any harm come to her body resulted in a few attacks landing on his, but he ignored them all, continuing to fly as fast as he can towards the edge of the plateau where he leapt off and glided in the direction of the tribe, never once looking back to where the pieces of Arens' body lay.

"I will be back..." He Whispered, glancing towards the fainted Eleanora to make sure she is unharmed, luckily she was, yet tears finally started falling from his eyes, however they were tears of blood.