Despair

Running back towards the city, it finally hit me how far I had actually gone. I thought I was in relatively the same spot as when I started, but I had actually ventured into the tunnel that led to the guards' chambers.

Worry. That was all I felt moving towards St. Donovan. That lanky Demon looked really strong, and from how he spoke to Donovan, it seemed like he defeated him once before.

Unfortunately, my worries came true. No, not just my worries. My worst fear.

All that I could see through the dust and the debris covering the town was Donovan's lifeless body lying in a pool of his own blood. But at least he didn't go down without a fight.

The lanky Demon was also on the ground, but I could see his large amount of wounds slowly regenerating. To make sure Donovan's death was not in vain, I had to take care of him. And quickly.

Fighting back tears, I went to the Demon's side, smashing his head with my staff. But this time, I didn't feel the normal ecstasy from the kill. I felt pure rage.

I kept smashing. And smashing. And smashing. Until his head was nothing but a chunky purple mess. He was the one that did that to Donovan, and I made sure he paid.

I threw down my staff, one of its ends broken cleanly off from the force I used on the Demon. I nearly forgot that it was a gift from Alex. I wonder how he's doing up in the old town.

Walking next to Donovan's body, I was hopeful, but at the same time, in the back of my mind somewhere I knew that not even he could recover from such a wound.

I closed his eyelids after one last look, and carried him to our tent that was miraculously still standing. Digging down in the middle of the room, I buried him, so that he may be comfortable in his own home, even in death.

'I need to take my anger out on somebody.'

I could feel myself on the brink of destroying the whole town, so I needed to move somewhere else. As I walked out of the tent, it seemed like the battle was coming to a close, and the Beastmen were winning.

"Child! Where's Donovan?"

I ignored those that tried to call out to me as I made my way into the tunnel leading to the guards' quarters. I needed to find someone to kill, and fast, if I didn't want to commit genocide on the entire Beastman race.

As I entered the quarters, I noticed it was completely different from what I had imagined. There were small beds stacked on top of each other on one side of the room, while on the other side was a kitchen that looked mostly untouched.

In the middle of the two sides of the room was a doorway, leading to what I guessed was the Demon Capital. I rushed towards it, not even taking the time to open the door as I smashed through it.

Through the doorway was another tunnel, but this time it was immensely large, so much so that the door I walked through was almost comically small.

Waiting for me in the seemingly infinite tunnel alone was an old looking Demon, hunched over and relying on a cane, a tattered hooded coat their frail body.

As cruel as it may seem, an old Demon was still a Demon after all, and they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.