2 Justice for the Forsaken (pt.2)

Long ago, when the world of Tauras is nothing more than just a blank canvas.

"gods" of Tauras toy with the idea of creating sentient life.

And so they did, humans were the first to be created, then followed with a various branch of beastkin, Elves and countless humanoid creatures.

Before they know it, their little toy had completely filled Tauras.

"gods" were ecstatic and patiently wait for their toys to annihilate each other out of existence.

But everything progress without any war, human were busy fighting among themselves, and Beastkin could care less about the world outside their eternal forest.

Sensing that their world is not quite entertaining as intended, the "gods" decided to create new creatures that will later be known as Daemons hoping that it will.

The entities were a little disappointed when their little toys did not play their role.

So they had made things more interesting, by using their influence within human society, they deem all Daemons as evil beings who seek to destroy all mortal lives. Some chose to believe it, and the non-believers were to be considered heretics.

Seeing that they have been forsaken by their creators without any justification, the Daemons tried to take vengeance upon these so-called "gods."

Their little revolution, however, failed.

The Daemons forces were immediately obliterated by some unknown force.

The Daemons were forced into the pit of hell where their race will be used as puppets for the entities entertainment.

Eventually, one of the entities, Gabriel began to think that these creatures are not to be a toy with, to banished them for what seems to be an act of justified revenge.

It believes that behind every Bestkins, Humans and Daemons lies the unbreakable survival instinct and to be view as the annihilator is not something that should be bestowed upon on anyone.

The entities tried to express their sympathy.

But instead of listening, one of the entities struck it with a golden spear.

As Gabriel fall from the heavens, it saw it's power being drained into the golden spear.

At that moment, it felt something in its chest, something burning inside.

It does not know what it is, but it felt as if the world collapsing around it and that when it realise.

Rage, the same thing Daemons felt millennia ago when they were forsaken by their own creators.

But it can do nothing, as the last of its power was stripped away from the body, Gabriel closed its eyes.

They were afraid of it, and they were fearful of their own creations.

Over millennials, Daemons have evolved to the point where they are no longer subject to the unjust killing by all other life forms.

And now with of their own kin seemingly share even the slight bit of empathy towards these creatures make them nervous.

So they cast the entities down to the bottomless pit of hell.

This decision that they will soon to regret for the rest of their eternal life.

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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.

His crimson eyes suddenly lit up as he sprung from what seems to be a primitive bed made entirely out of hay and wood.

He senses something moving beyond his peripherals.

As soon as his vision clears up, he saw one female Daemon and a male Beastkin.

"It woke up!"

Said the female daemon while she stares at him.

The female daemon seems to be around twenty years of age. Her body is tanned in colour with a dark purple pupil.

Thou her cloth is ragged, her beauty still shines through it.

𝘞𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱?

𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

"I still do not understand how an undead can sleep. don't they feel no physical exhaustion?"

Beastkin question the female daemon.

The male Beastkin is around two meters in height and wears only a piece of ragged cloth around its crotch. It does not seem to mind the occasional stare from other "worker" around the resident area.

"Why are you asking me? This is my first time even seeing an undead."

"To hell with it then, can you talk? Undead? What the hell am I doing, expect-"

The beastkin suddenly question him before sitting down next to the female Daemon

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴.

"Ah yes, my apologies. I will get up now."

He said with a calm manner as he slowly gets up from the bed.

Not expecting a reply the daemon and the beastkin suddenly jump at his voice.

"Uhhhh, I've never seen a sentient undead before, what should we do Io?"

The beastkin voice shakes at the sight of the undead.

"Please do not be weary of me, I have no grudges against any of you. I know that my appearance might be somewhat of a nuisance, but I can assure you that I have no intention to harm you both physically and/or mentally."

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭.

"R-right, please to meet you Mr Undead, what should we call you?"

The male beastkin ask while standing at least two meters away from him.

The female daemon "Io" seems to be more interested as she gets closer and paces around him like a cat looking at him over.

"Undead, how did you sleep, don't you race do not experience fatigue?"

Io asks him while she keeps pacing around him.

Then she suddenly stops right in front of him, her lovely eyes that can make any male fall for her have no power in front of him.

Her sharp eyes widen as she looks deep inside his glowing crimson eyes.

She smiles as she walks closer to him step by step.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

His mind is conflicted, he is supposed to be undead and yet his heart racing like no tomorrow.

𝘗𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦?

𝘈𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥?

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 "𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦"

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"Well?"

Asked Io

"Apologies, I am getting lost in your eyes. Now, where were we?

Ah yes, I have no names as such you can call me whatever you like beastkin, and to your question daemon, I still have no idea how I experience fatigue."

He replied calmly.

"!! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"

She tried to cover her redded face as he compliments her eyes.

"R-right, umm, I will call you undead then."

The beastkin answer as he looks at the female daemon and him back and forth.

𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘰, 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"Now that I answer your question, it is time you answer mine."

The undead somehow smiles, and that sends a shiver down both of them.