Remnants

A Thousand Years Ago.

Only Hours after the great battle with the Blue-Eyed Demon...

The scent of blood was still fresh, and the bodies of the deceased, now food for the wandering crows and vultures, still piled up like mountains of garbage.

The groaning of the wounded warriors echoed, finding their way between the cries of those who had lost their sons...

Fathers...

Brothers....

And Dear Friends.

A Warrior... One, who was different from the rest, was not moaning the dead, instead he was savaging the mountains of corpses, looking for something.

Whatever he was looking for was not made easy with now only one arm, still... he continued.

Body after body, he salvaged through the piles of the dead, not caring about what happened to them.

"They are not here!!" He said.

"Why.... why aren't they here?" The Warrior's voice stuttered, his body shaking in terror.

Not long after he said these, another warrior who was lying down near a dead body took notice of him.

Thinking that the one salvaging through corpses had lost his mind, the other warrior wanted to leave him alone, but the terrified expression he had couldn't allow it.

"What is he scared off?.... Is... is the Devil back again?" The warrior lying do thought.

Unable to ignore the Salvager anymore, He called out to him...

....

But he was ignored.

"How dare he ignore me!?" The lying down warrior thought once more, 'if he could, he would have walked there himself and given him a piece of his mind' but that was now impossible with the deep cut on his entire body.

Thinking of ways he could have handled the disrespectful warrior if he could stand up, his thoughts quickly came to a halt...

At the same time, the fear on the salvager's face worsened.

For some reason, The Salvager was now backing away from the mountains of corpses, his expression getting darker with every step he took back.

Soon, He let out a scream so loud that half the battlefield heard him.

The Salvager after his shaking scream was now trying to run away from the piles of corpses, but he tumbled over one of the bodies...

And from behind him, A warrior who was supposed to be dead jumped on top of him.

The dead warrior opened his blood-covered mouth, and in the next moment, the Salvager's screams were heard once again, this time they were because of pain.

Pain from sharp teeth chipping away a chunk of flesh from his neck.

Though Dead, The warrior continued to chew on the Salvager's flesh, sometimes even sinking his teeth on some bones.

And at the death of the Salvager, when his screams had finally stopped...

Another scream came from the other side of the battlefield...

Then Another...

And Another...

And Another...

.....

Until finally, The entire battlefield was filled with similar screams.

More and More of the dead came back to life, No... it was more accurate to say that blood-hungry beasts had returned as the dead.

As soon as they resurrected, they would jump on any living thing close to them and eat their way through it, leaving nothing but disfigured corpses.

With their unquenchable hunger, they began their hunt.

Many of the Warriors were caught off guard by this predicament, Causing the number of previously dead to increase.

But still, some were able to adapt and fight their way through the large hordes of walking dead.

Unlike when they were alive, The corpses were now weaker meaning they could be defeated...

Still, their overwhelming numbers were another thing.

Some of the warriors didn't even have the heart to re-kill their once-loved ones, so they willingly gave up their lives to them.

Others fled as soon as things started going south.

The battle between the dead and the living continued for hours, and soon a winner was about to be determined.

Unlike the living, these dead beings felt no fear, they couldn't get tired, and they didn't even feel pain.

The living warriors were clearly at a disadvantage, if previously after the war there were thousands of soldiers left, that number was now only in the hundreds, and with every passing second it would decrease.

More and more Warriors lost their lives, and Agony grew in their eyes along with the fear of death quickly approaching.

And just when everything was about to end, A voice, slow and calm but loud enough to be heard by the entire battlefield was Heard...

"Where is he?" The voice had asked.

Not only the warriors but the walking dead were also caught off guard by this voice.

Their heads turned left and right, searching for the owner of such a voice.

"I asked you a question," Once more, the croaked voice was heard, "Where has 'that thing' gone?"

At first, Confusion could be seen on the warriors' faces, but as soon as the voice asked its question a second time, The name Blue-Eyed Demon echoed inside their minds.

Some even had the guts to say it out loud.

But even so, they were yet to answer the voice's question.....

"A bunch of useless mortals, they can't even answer a simple question."

Out of nowhere, All the blood on the battlefield suddenly turned into purplish flames, burning all and everything that came in contact with it.

Anyone dead or alive, as long as there was blood on them, Dark purple flames arose from the blood, scorching their skins as it continued to burn them alive.

Some unlike others, were lucky, they were not severely injured and they were somehow able to put out the flames, taking off their bloodied clothing, they survived.

But for others, those so injured that they could be mistaken as the walking dead were burned by the purple flames.

The Walking corpses also caught on fire, they burned under the scorching heat of the purple flames that left nothing but the smell of burnt flesh at its pass.

Minutes later, When the flames had burned all who met its requirements, it died down.

Though, the battlefield had greatly changed after its pass, The previously blood-covered lands were nothing but clear land...

Even a single drop of blood was nowhere to be seen, much less for even the smell of blood was nowhere to be smelled.

And as for the very same lands that should have been scorched black by the purple flames, They were as clear as they could have ever been.

"It seems we have missed him again..." The voice Once more said, and the few survivors shivered at its sound. "Another time. I guess!"

As soon as the voice finished saying those words, though no one knew who it belonged to, they were sure that 'He' who owned the voice had disappeared.

The voice left the few survivors in agony, fear, as well as awe at the might of its owner.

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Over a thousand years, More than once the voice would return.

But never appeared would be to the same voice, sometimes it would be the voice of a small child, other times the voice of a woman, and on rare occasions, the voice of an elderly man.

Asking the same question as the first voice to appear, "Where is he?" The voices would plunge those unable to answer this question into unnatural disasters.

Villages were turned into wastelands, Towns into ruins, and cities were left for the pages In history books while entire counties were turned into myths told for bedtime stories.

Humans, Demons, and the most unlikely Spirits all lived in fear...

Fear of when they might return, Fear of their retribution, Fear of the beings they called...

Remnants, The hell hounds that hunted down everything that has even the smallest of resemblance to the greatest calamity the planet had ever known...

The Blue-Eyed Demon.

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