Gods of a Different Kind

Death Comes to All

        My troops and I had arrived at the Crusaders tree house. There was not a sound coming from it, I slowly began climbing up into it, hoping for the best.

        I am unsure if I should be happy or not, as the walls had tiny drips of blood, signs of resistance. There was writing in blood, "Farm House". This meant that Sweete Bell was likely alive, but captured and wounded. I quickly came back down before my soldiers could get a look inside. "Mac, which direction is your farmhouse from here."

        "That way"

        "Come, we must hurry. A fillys life is at stake."

        ***

        My anger grew as I came across more blood on the way to the farmhouse, they had not even patched up her wounds. whoever did this... I will kill them, if I have to give my own life to guarantee this monsters death, I will. No one does this to a mere child.

        The house slowly appeared in the distance, I was not going to send in another scout as I had taken it upon myself to scout out ahead. The guards do not seem to be as good at sneaking as a humanoid in over four-hundred pounds of armor with a sword and shield. Now that I say it like that they sound horrible.

        I hid behind a nearby tree, I had seen movement near the house.  Should I make myself known and try to organize a trade, or should I try a rescue operation?

        ***

        I quietly doubled back to the royal guards and Mac. I told them what I had found, and that I will only be taking Mac since he knows his way around the house. We were going to do a small scale rescue operation.

        ***

        I heard a tiny growl come from behind me, I turned quickly and killed my would-be killer before it could sound the alarm. Big Mac looked back to see the commotion, he shook his head, likely from seeing me kill another of the things around here. I looked at him with eyes that said 'it is not my fault I'm a badass'. I quickly took the body of the now dead humanoid wolf creature and hid it in a nearby bush. I had long lost pity for these battle slaves. After making sure that the body would go unnoticed for many hours Mac and myself continued along the wall to a nearby open window.

        I stood up from my crouch to look inside, nothing. I gave Mac a tiny boost since his lack of thumbs make it difficult to get inside. He surprisingly made no noise. I quickly climbed in behind him as I got a good look at the living room like area.

        I saw blood leading up the stairs, I hope Sweete is ok...

        "Mac, you check downstairs, I'll take upstairs.. no time to argue just do it".

        ***

        I heard tiny whimpers coming from a nearby door, I opened it cautiously. What I saw was horrifying to say the least. A Wrath was floating over Sweete while she had her legs tied up, her mouth had a dirty rag shoved in it. The wrath appeared to be... draining her life as her eyes got darker and darker. Filled with rage I busted into the room, without any thought for my own safety. With a roar I charged toward the now surprised ghostly creature. I bashed it with my shield, it fell from its perch above Sweete, I drove my sword through its now decapitated body.

        "It is going to be ok Sweete, I'm here.."

        "Hello Tellus..."

        I turned around quickly, to try and catch an eye of whatever was hidden in the room, before I got all the way around I was hit in the head with inhuman strength, then I was welcomed by unholy darkness.

        ***

        I groaned in pain, I tired to get up but lacked the strength to do so... I heard voices in the back ground. I felt them take off my helmet. I tried to stop them but I couldn't. I felt something get shoved into the exposed flesh of my neck. Everything became suddenly clearer, just enough for me to understand what they are saying.

        "There, that will keep him from using his powers, now get him downstairs. I want to have some fun with him."

        I was roughly dragged across the small room, I could see nothing but the floor boards. Whatever was carrying me possessed inhuman strength as it nearly threw me down the stairs. I tumbled down with a groan I heard the human like being yell at what threw me down, I heard a crack and yelps of pain.

        "I can't have my fun if you kill him now can I?"

        It whimpered in obedience., likely in fear of being further needlessly abused. I heard another yelp as it was hit again. I would honestly feel bad for this thing if it hadn't knocked me out.

        I was crudely dragged across the floor, I still had not the energy to resist, either from the knock on the head or what they gave me.

        I was again nearly thrown down the stairs, although this time more controlled so I would be less likely to break my neck. I was lifted up onto a chair, I felt the sharp grip of rope around my ankles and wrists. I tried to use my immense strength to resist, but I still lacked the power to do so.

        I saw Big Mac in the corner, hidden behind a barrel of cider. I gave him nothing more then a glance so my captors would not know he was here.

        "I wuold rather die then let Sweete Bellll be urt' by the likes of chu'" I slurred, hoping Big Mac caught on.

        "I'm sure you will change your tune, I have been itching to have fun with you since you escaped from my dads realm"

        "Yur' father is crazy, he is mad wid' power"

        "Maybe so, but that doesn't mean I can't go along for the ride"

        I spat in his face, I may lack the ability for coherent speech but I can spit as well as the next guy.

        "You shouldn't have done that" he said as he wickedly brought his hand back, he punched me full force in my right eye, it went starry as I lost sight. It hurt like a bitch, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of a pained gasp.

        We all heard the basement door open, Dead Winds son looked over at the wolf like creature and said "Go get it" It quickly stumbled up the stairs to capture the intruder. I smiled up at him. He peered back with disgust evident on his face.

        The wolf fell back down the stairs with a thud, dead, its neck broken from a powerful kick. My captor got up to investigate. He ran up to attempt to open the now closed door. I heard he growl in anger, it must be locked.

        "Who is here with you?" He yelled accusingly.

        I refused to answer.

        He hit me over and over again, he did not relent after blood poured down my face freely." TELL ME"

        I answered with a bloody spit to the face. He wiped it off as he kicked my chair over, leaving me vulnerable without any defense. If I had a way to defend myself anyway. I tried again to desperately use the power in the stone, but yet again nothing answered. He brought out a knife and held it to my throat.

        "Tell me or die" he said calmly.

        "I pick die."

        "So be it"