Rage Unbound

Chapters

Chapter 1 - Everfree
Chapter 2 - Everfree
Chapter 3 - Griffin Fiefdoms
Chapter 4 - Griffin Fiefdoms
Chapter 5 - Griffin Fiefdoms
Chapter 6 - Griffin Fiefdoms
Chapter 7 - Griffin Fiefdoms

Chapter 1 - Everfree

“You ready Alex?” The man said to his old friend. He was wearing full plate armour that was crafted from the body parts of demons, and because of this, the armour provided various magical enchantments that gave an edge in battle, as well as giving him an intimidating look. A pair of horns spiked out of the front of the helmet, along with a set of ‘wings’ spiking out of the shoulder blades. The plate armour is a dirtied silver colour, with gold trims and black cloth as the base.

“Of course, it's not like I had much to bring with me in the first place. What about you Jules?” The other man – Alex – responded. He wore no armour but instead wore normal civilian apparel, just a simple blue shirt, black jacket and trackies. Both of the two men were Humans, stuck in a world inhabited by a race of xenophobic equines who call themselves ‘ponies’.

“Not yet, just double-checking the map Twilight gave us.” The one named Julian explained. The two were getting ready to travel the world, in hopes of accomplishing three tasks: Firstly, the two planed on training in preparation of the oncoming demon invasion. Secondly, Julian decided that if they were to fight and win the war, they needed allies, so they were to warn the world’s leaders about said demon invasion, and finally, the two of them were searching for a place they could call home for the rest of their lives. No matter how long their lives may be with the demon threat arising.

“First, we’ll move west from Ponyville through the Everfree Forest, and into the Griffin Fiefdoms. From there we’ll make our move into their capitol where we can warn the leaders about the demons. Then we’ll make our way north through ‘Caneighda’ to repeat the process. We should be able to skip these countries, since Luna assures me they are a part of an alliance, so aslong as Equestria joins the war, they will to. After that we’ll most likely head east into what looks like the South East Asia equivalent on Equuis.” Julian explained as he put away the map into his bag.

Alex looked at Julian with a face that perfectly said, “You're not fucking serious are you?”

“Yeah yeah, the names are rip-offs from Earth, but look at the map.” Julian pulled out the map and showed Alex. It looked like Earth but with deformed continents in places they shouldn’t be, with countries and oceans that had weird names. “I always thought that Equuis was an alternate Earth, and this just confirms it. Come on, grab the shit and let’s get out of this hellhole.” The two gathered their supplies and made their way out of the crystal castle.

Julian’s POV

“Will you two be okay?” Twilight asked us as I flung my bag over my shoulder.

“Pfft! I come from a family of nurses, my mum was a chef before becoming a nurse, I know the cuts of meat and where to find them, and I'm a former blue belt in karate. I think I'll be okay, dunno about him though, he'll probably just whine and rely on my mad skills.” Alex said boastfully, probably trying to get a reaction out of me, but I couldn’t let that pass.

“Oh fuck you! I'm the one with magic and minions by his side. What do you have? Jack diddily shit!” I retorted, but Alex only laughed. He got exactly the rise out of me that he wanted, but I don’t care; a bit of friendly banter is what I’ve missed for so many years.

The two of us said our goodbyes to Twilight and her friends before we made our way through the Everfree. It was a risky decision, but going around would take up time we didn’t have, so going through was the only option. The Everfree is dangerous, but with Alex was now like me; a Nephalem, there is less risk. However, the problem is being that he has neither a weapon to use, nor armour to protect himself with. Aside from that, his powers are still developing, so he’ll have to rely on me a little more than he’d like while we’re in this forest. The plus side is that this’ll be good training for him, both physically, mentally and magically.

The two of us, plus my companions, trekked through the forest with minimal problems so far. “The journey through the forest will take a few days at least and a week at the most, so to conserve food and water, we should find a stream to camp at.”

Alex knew I had survived in this forest for 5 years by myself, so he trusted my advice. We kept walking through the forest before I decided on sending out my crow companion to scout the area for a river or stream. I also decided on using my bat companion as a guide for us through the forest. He would lead us west so we didn’t get lost.

Hours later at dusk, I took Alex out hunting for dinner. I showed him the ins-and-outs of hunting, and he seemed to pick it up well. We tracked a deer for a good few minutes before I gave Alex my bow, and instructed him on how to use it.

“First, you have to determine which side you wanna hold the bow on; left or right.” Alex didn't even have to think about it before decided in his right. Of course. I thought to myself, Alex is left handed, I completely forgot. “Then, you’ll have to hold the bow like so,” I pretended that I was holding an invisible bow to show Alex the proper stance. “Now from here, point the bow to the ground and rest the arrow in the little crook there, that’s good. Use your fingers to lightly hold the arrow on the string. Three fingers are typically what I find best, but use however many is comfortable for you, then draw the bow.” I lectured to my brother, but he just looked at me with a bemused expression.

“Julian, I have held a bow before. I'm not a complete fuckwit thank you very much.” He said, almost offended. I chuckled at his retort.

Alex was tense, but it was understandable; from my knowledge, Alex had never shot a bow before, at least not at a living target. “Relax, tension will make it harder. Keep your bow arm straight from your shoulder, while the hand holding the arrow should be next to your face. Keep calm, breathe slow, eye your target, aim, and release when ready.” After a few seconds of concentrating, Alex took a deep breath in and released.

The arrow hit, but not enough for a kill, as the deer ran off with an arrow stuck in its thigh. “Fucking find me in the alps... Sorry man.” Alex said with disappointment as handed me back my bow.

“Dude that was way better than I expected, for your first time in a long time, you did an excellent job. Think how you want, it was almost a kill shot.” I praised Alex for his quick learning.

“Cheers mate, but I still didn’t get it. I guess not holding a bow since you were seven really shows...” He was still a bit upset he didn’t get it exactly right the, apparently not, first time, but that’s expected.

“Don’t worry about it man, with a little practice and some training with your magic, you’ll be able to hit targets from up to ten times the distance.”

“Let's just hope it's sooner rather than later because of these demons.”

“Please don't remind me... Come on, let's go get that deer, this time for sure.” I said, reloading another arrow, ready to kill the deer. The wolf lead on, following the deer’s’ blood trail.

The days passed as we continued on through the Everfree. We had a few run-ins with the dangerous local wildlife; a few manticores, a weird rock-crocodile, a chicken-snake that’s apparently called a cockatrice, and a zebra shaman who makes potions and shit. She was nice, unlike those ponies. We talked with her a while, and after explaining out mission, we asked if we could come back and pick her up before we left for Zebrica. She wanted to visit her home, so we agreed.

As a result from killing a bunch of manticores, we had plenty of food for the journey. I found out during my survival period, that the meat of the creatures here seemed to have some magical property that allowed them to stay fresh for about a week. The bigger the creature, the longer they stayed fresh. Manticore meat lasted about a week and a half, and with Alex's cooking skills, it wasn't hard for him to come up with different dishes each night. Unlike me, who can’t cook for shit. I usually just cook it till it’s medium-rare then eat it, not bothering with any fancy kind of food.

Alex and I also got some physical training in. We had a few practice fights with sticks we found to help train us in CQC, which ended with both of us sore and bruised, Alex a bit more than me I thought reluctantly. Honestly, Alex's kicks are going to leave bruises for months, that would be if I didn’t have accelerated healing of course. So far the biggest issue we’ve faced is trying to find ways to train Alex to use his Nephalem magic efficiently.

“I suppose all we can do for now is have you practicing with the bow and ‘sword’. As for the magic… I’m not sure.” I trailed off as we continued on.

“How can we practice magic, especially since I don't know fully what I can do?” Alex asked.

“At this point healing wounds is the best and safest option.” I responded, still not sure on that course of action.

“And after that?” Alex asked, still unsure as to how he’ll practice with his magic.

“We’ll have to wait and see. From what I’ve gathered over the years, Nephalem magic seems to ‘grow’ as the wielder does, so you’ll both have to wait for it to mature properly, whilst simultaneously practicing with it to help it grow stronger. We could try experimenting with spells a bit later one, when we’re confident in our abilities.” I explained. I stopped walking to face Alex. He stopped and stared at me confusedly as I drew an arrow, and stabbed it right through the palm of my left hand.

“What the fuck are you doing you fucking crazy fuckbag!” He exclaimed as I held out my hand to him, blood beginning to drip and soak into the ground.

“This hurts like a motherfucker Alex, so hurry up and heal it for me.” I said with a pained voice, the burning sensation caused me to wince as hot blood continued to pour from the wound.

“You fucking kidding me Jules?!” Alex shouted in my face, apparently not happy that I had purposely injured myself just to try and get his magic to work.

“Do it Alex, just focus. Put your hand on the wound and concentrate.” Alex relented as his fury died down. Despite being a bit pissed off, he still did as I instructed, “You need to feel it deep down inside you, you need to feel the need – the desire – to heal this hand. Concentrate on that feeling, and push it out. Scream it out if you have to. This magic is centred around willpower and emotions; the stronger your will, and the stronger your feelings, the stronger your magic will be.” I could see Alex’s face contort in concentration as he tried to heal my wounded hand, “focus, feel it, you have to want it for it to work.” I could feel my hand slowly heal. This wasn’t however, as a result of my regenerative magic, as I forcefully held that back. No, Alex was making progress, his magic was working.

The burning sensation in my hand disappeared as it healed while Alex had his eyes shut, whispering 'come on ya bastard'. I looked at Alex with pride, knowing that he was making quick progress. His magic was still underdeveloped, but with enough training he’ll someday unlock the full potential that the Nephalem have, but that day will not come for a while, as not even I have reached that point yet. I just pray – despite being atheist – that we’re both ready for when the time comes, for when we’ll need to rely on our magic and each other, the most...

Author's Note

I'm going off that map for reference, but there's a few changes I'm making for sake of simplicity. The entirety of South America is in one big alliance with the rest of the pony nations, so I've made it so we don't have to go through each and every one of them. The Zebra lands takes up half of South East Asia, from 'kingdom of hippos' to 'Nefertia (sphinx kingdom)', and everything East of that is the Saddle Arabian ponies (yes I know that's not where it's actually located but fuck you). The Dragon kingdoms extends through Russia, Vietnam, Finland, Switzerland and Norway. Minotauria takes up all of Europe.

Chapter 2 - Everfree

Alex and I continued to walk on, determined to get out of this forest. Along the way we encountered various creatures from manticore to cockatrice. However, these encounters were minor, and typically resulted in either myself or my companions taking down said creatures. Alex was typically by my side just watching my companions tear their food apart. That wasn't to say he wasn't prepared if one had slipped through, or possibly an ambush from another creature, he just wasn't as strong as me or my companions; after all, he's still learning.

There was one encounter that I took advantage of however, to help train Alex. A pack of Timberwolves had found their way to our little group, and so without warning I threw my bow to Alex and told him it was his turn for the kill as I just sat against a tree. Despite multiple objections and threats – mostly along the lines of “I’m going to kill you after this” – I did not interfere in any way. This was the best opportunity for Alex to train and grow, so I had to take this chance.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let any life-threatening harm come to you.” I reassured Alex.

“That doesn’t make me feel any better you arsehole!” He responded in kind, barely dodging a lunge from one of the wolves before drawing an arrow and firing it towards the timberwolf. The shot just missed the target, grazing the side of its head. If Alex wasn’t so tense and calmed down just a little more, he would've definitely hit his mark.

He’s definitely improving if he can shoot that accurately under such pressure. I thought to myself. “Okay, I’ll lighten the load a bit.” I pointed to two of the timberwolves as they were about to make a move whilst Alex’s back was turned, “Kill.” I commanded, and my companions obeyed. The timberwolves was reduced to a pile of sticks in mere seconds after being torn the fuck up.

With the removal of two of the timberwolves, Alex had an easier time with the remaining four. I say easier but he was still having a rough time. There were still four timberwolves remaining, which is nothing to scoff at. Alex went to make a shot at a timberwolf looking to pounce, however, before the shot could be made, a timberwolf stalking around the side leaped and bit down on Alex’s bow arm. In a rage, he used the arrow in his other arm and plunged it deep in the wolf’s neck.

The wolf crumbled into a pile of sticks as, despite the pain in his bow arm, Alex readied the bow for another strike against the timberwolves. It seems Alex’s magic is progressing along much quicker than I thought, his wound is already healing itself. I thought as I observed the fight. I don’t know if Alex noticed or not, but the dripping wounds on his arm were slowing healing, and I doubt he even felt pain from the adrenalin in his system.

Alex was fortunate enough to get a shot off at another wolf, which successfully connected with its eye, resulting in the same fate as its friend.

Now only two wolves remained. Both wolves stood about ten metres away from Alex, low to the ground and growling. Alex started the two down with an intimidating stare and bared his teeth, just daring them to attack. “Piss off you bloody mongrels...” He growled menacingly. I mean, shit, even I felt a shiver from that tone.

The wolves seemed to have some sense, as the two whimpered and backed down, fleeing from the fight. I clapped my hands in encouragement, “Well done bruv, you’re improving drastically. I can already see major changes in your reflexes and speed. Your skills as a bowman are improving as well.”

“Yeah, thanks for throwing me into the fucking deep end of the fucking ocean mate.” Alex responded bitterly. He grasped his wounded arm and began to activate his healing magic to speed up the process, since his regenerative skills were slower than my own, using his magic would not only help it to mature but also just straight up help his wounds.

“Look, I’m sorry about the suddenness, but it was the perfect opportunity for you to grow! Not only did you gain some experience during fighting, you gained knowledge about what it’s like to be in a life-or-death situation; where you rely on your instincts more than anything. And look, your magic is already improving.” I responded as I motioned to his already healing wound. “Did you even notice that the wound is a lot smaller than before? Your regeneration is getting better! Besides, now at least we have firewood.” I motioned towards the dead wolves to try and lighten the mood. Apparently not convinced, Alex walked passed me back to the camp we set up.

I sighed and followed after him.

Later that night we sat by the fire as we ate some meat of a manticore who had stumbled upon us by accident. Alex made it more delicious by turning it into a casserole with wild vegetables he had found as we travelled. So far in the forest, I’ve tried my best to teach Alex survival techniques that would be crucial for if we were to ever get separated. While it’s all well and good that I know what I’m doing, it benefits Alex little.

I looked over at my brother as he ate silently, probably still upset that I nearly had him killed. “Look Alex, I’m not sorry for what I did, but I will admit it probably could have been done better.” I said apprehensively.

“Noooo, ya think?” Alex responded sarcastically.

“Well shit, sorry for trying to help you!” I fought back a bit harshly.

“Look, it’s alright Julian, I understand that what you did was to help me learn and understand how to fight and survive like you had to. I’m just a bit salty I couldn’t finish the last two off, or many of them for that matter without you helping me. Then to make matters worse, you insulted me afterwards.” Alex said downtrodden.

That made me feel like a right wanker, “whoa I didn’t mock you, that was me being genuinely impressed. Timberwolves are no opponents to scoff at; my first run-in with them was disastrous.” I told him, trying to alleviate some of the disappointment he felt.

“Yeah well, you didn’t have Nephalem magic or a magical bow-and-arrow to help you back then.” He responded, still a bit down.

“Yeah you're right, I had a rock and a stick stuck together to make a club like a fucking caveman.” I joked as Alex stared at me. We both soon burst into laughter at the absurdity of it.

“How you managed to survive, I will never know, especially since you’re such a fuckwit.” Alex jabbed playfully.

“Oh is that how it is? Well then, what does that make you? Being taught by the ‘idiot’ how to survive in the forest by yourself.” I replied smugly.

“…Touché douché.” Alex responded after a moments silence before laughing again. I joined in soon after, enjoying the simple moments that occasionally popped-up in-between the shit that usually happens.

Silence reigned for a while before I broke said silence, “I missed this so much, you know? For so long Alex, I’ve missed the simple times when I had friends and loved ones who I could joke around with and say all kinds of shit to. A thousand years is far too long for someone to spend alone...” I looked to Alex before continuing, “Now that you’re here, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you survive the coming war.” I said softly as Alex frowned.

“We, dickbag. We will both survive this or I’m going to find a way to bring you back, just so I can kill you again for dying on me.” Alex continued, “All jokes aside, Jules, promise me you won’t do anything that will put yourself in danger for my sake. I lost you once when you disappeared from Earth, if you need to run away from a fight to survive, then just run. Promise me.” He stared at me until I said to him what he wished to hear. “Besides,” he continued, “by the time the demons invade I’ll be able to take care of myself.” Alex said confidently.

I sure hope so Alex, for both our sakes. I thought to myself, before saying goodnight and falling asleep.

The next morning signalled the last day we would spend in this goddamn forest, and our first in a new country: Griffin Fiefdoms. A strange name, but from what I recall, Twilight said something about ‘fief’ meaning an area of land, typically connected to feudal lords, meaning that the entire country was run by a group of feudal lords.

As our group trudged through the last of the forest, the foliage began to clear up, so our pace increased in hopes of finally leaving the forest. A glare of sunlight piercing through the trees signalled our exit of the forest, so we raised our hands to cover our eyes from the sudden light after being so long in the dark.

When my eyes finally adjusted, I surveyed the land before us; it looked like simple grassland, but in the distance I spotted a town and a few windmills. “Let’s head towards the town. We can get some information from the locals, and also whatever supplies we can gather.”

Alex nodded, so we made our way to the town. However, before we could make more than a few metres, I felt something off; like we were being watched. I looked up just in time to see a pair of Griffins drop in front of us. Before I could reach for my bow, I had a spear pointed at my throat, so I halted my hand and lowered it back down.

“Identify yourselves immediately!” said the Griffin soldier in front of me.

“Fan-fucking-tastic, border patrol.” I groaned.

“Let's face it, it could be much worse.” Alex said nonchalantly, almost looking unphased by the spear that was pointed at his own face.

“How so?” I asked looking at him.

“They could have guns.” He said blankly. I opened my mouth to try and retort, but I just couldn't think of anything to come back with, so I had no choice but to just shut up and accept he was right.

“Too true my friend.” I responded with a grin.

Author's Note

Oh I forgot to mention regarding the world map; since Ponyville isn't actually on there, I place it where 'Feathernest' is instead, and the Crystal Empire is where 'Caneighda' is, and like the show it's all snow.
Also, looking for any displaced authors who are willing to do a crossover with me and Alex, or either of us it doesn't really matter.

Chapter 3 - Griffin Fiefdoms

Author's Note

Updated world map

Chapter 3 - Griffin Fiefdoms

“So, what should we do?” Alex asked me, uninterested in the spear that was pointed at his throat.

“Well that depends on these fine gentlemen. So, what are you going to do?” I asked the two Griffin’s in front of me.

The two looked annoyed, “You should identify yourselves before we throw you in jail!” barked the Grffin in front of me.

I turned my gaze towards the one that had a spear pointed towards my brother. Alex looked back at me, as if he was waiting for response from me. I knew then he was as tired as I was of these two Griffins, so I nodded to let him know he could do what he wanted, and he nodded back. With my right arm I chopped off the tip of the spear in front of me, and made a lunge towards the its wielder. With my left hand, I grabbed the Griffin by his throat, and hoisted him up in the air. Meanwhile in the shock of it happening, Alex took his own spear, twisted it free from the Griffin's grasp, and twatted him right across the face with the other end, knocking him over like a fat man falling off a skateboard. Spinning his new toy around, Alex reversed the situation and pointed the spear and the griffin's throat.

“Well then, g'day gents, I’m Julian and this is Alex. Nice to meet you.” I said as sarcastically as possible, and with as much annoyance as I could put in my tone. The other Griffin went to make a move, but Alex only inched the spear closer.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you mate…” Alex whispered.

He backed down hesitantly, so I turned my attention to my own oversized chicken, “now, you’re going to tell me everything I want to know, or I’m going to made a carpet out of your hide, and eat the rest of you for dinner, and I love the taste of chicken. What’s it going to be?” I asked menacingly. The Griffin in my grip gulped before looking at his partner with fear in his eyes.

“You’re bluffing.” He said, and despite the growing anxiety I could feel radiating off of his person, he tried to keep his tone strong and confident. He didn’t fool me though.

I smirked and turned my gaze to Griffin, “try me bitch. After you and your friend here threatened the both of us, I lost all patience with either of you; especially after we’ve done nothing wrong to deserve such treatment.” I glared angrily at him.

“Alright we’ll tell you what you want to know!” The one in my grip shouted. His partner cursed his stupidity.

“Well that was easy, it seems you Griffins have a serious lack of discipline in your military.” I said smugly.

“We aren’t even military man; we’re just militia from the local village!” He said desperately as he continued to wriggle out of my grip, hoping to justify his cowardice, and obvious lack of any training.

“Which village?” He pointed towards the village in the distance. I let him down and reached into my satchel, not missing the glare he was giving me while rubbing his sore throat, “point it out to me.” I said, presenting him the map Twilight had given us.

He took it reluctantly and briefly looked it over, before turning it around with his claw pointing towards the village in question, “this one here, it’s called Rivendell.” He said.

He returned the map as Alex interjected, letting his own griffin free, “What exactly were you two doing out here? What’s your assignment? And why did you want to imprison us?” He asked sternly.

“We volunteered to be a part of the EBP; the Everfree Border Patrol. We were to scout the assigned perimeter of the Everfree, and report back of any monsters making their way out. If possible, intercept them.” Griffin no.2 explained.

“And imprisonment?” I asked impatiently, raising my eyebrow to show I didn't believe they had such power.

“…” The Griffin hesitated, so to encourage him, I drew my bow. This caused my animal companions to take a menacing step forward, “alright, alright! We were given instructions from our lord that any and all persons crossing the border were to be brought in for questioning. He didn’t give reasons.” Shouted the Griffin fearfully.

“Your lord? Ah you must be talking about your Feudal Lord. How many Feudal lords make up the land? Show me their territories.” I handed him the map.

He made a very light scratch on the surface to show their territories before handing it back, “there are five Lords in total, however the fifth Feudal lord is further away from the others, with his territory separated from the rest of the country. That being said, he usually runs things how he wants without any council from the rest of the lords.” He explained, “the lords use the town here, Clarkson, as a neutral area to meet and discuss politics. I don't know exactly; I’m not a noble.”

“Fair enough, and where is the capitol in this territory? I would like to meet the Feudal lord as soon as possible.” I stated. The two in front of me stared in shock as I uttered those words, either he’s not a friendly guy, or foreigners aren’t allowed an audience. There’s probably either explanations but I don’t have time to dwell on the possibilities. I thought to myself.

“H-he’s not an easy Griffin to get an audience with, and he has a really bad temper. It could take months before you’re allowed to see him, and even then, you’re more likely to be turned down; he has been rather aggressive as of late, and has turned down multiple requests. Some more violent than others” leaving the last part out, Griffin no.1 explained.

“So then the only other option we have is to get ‘captured’ and be brought to the Feudal Lord.” Alex stated.

I looked to him and nodded in agreement before turning my attention to the two in front of us, “so that’s that gentlemen; think you can help us?” I was surprised to see that their expression was even more shocked than before, I honestly don’t know how to explain the looks they were giving us.

Griffin no.2 seemed to recover from his shock first, “First of all, why should would we ‘help’ you after threatening us?” I stood staring at him without saying anything. He looked confused so he turned to Alex to see that he had a ‘you fuckin’ kiddin’ me mate?’ look on his face. “Right… imprisonment. Anyway, why would you want to get captured?!” He shouted in confusion.

“What we have to tell your Feudal lords is a matter of dire importance; the fate of the world depends on it.” I said hesitantly, and not a moment later I regretted it. I heard Alex snicker behind me so I turned around to see him covering his mouth with one hand, while another held his stomach as he was hunched over; clearing trying to hold in his laughter.

“No no, go on.” He mumbled, still giggling at how I managed to say something ripped right from a silly fantasy-based fanfiction or something.

“Yeah fuckin' har-de-har, asshole, cliché as fuck but it’s true.”

Alex stopped his laughing and stood straight, “you’re right, sorry. But seriously, that was fucking stupid.” He apologised before I chuckled myself.

“Alright, it was kinda funny.” I turned around and looked at the two in front of us, “you haven’t given us your names yet fellas.” I held out my hand for a handshake as the two looked hesitantly at each other.

After a few moments, Griffin no.1 stepped forward and grasped my hand with his claw, “name’s Trevor, nice to meet you.”

I looked at him with shock, but before I could do anything, his friend stepped forward and shook my hand, “I'm David, I wouldn’t say it’s a pleasure but you seem okay, if not a bit violent.” The last part was barely a whisper, but being a Nephalem and all, I heard him. I didn’t really mind that much, since I was still shocked into silence. This guy likes mumbling though...

“Wait… you guys have normal names? Not anything stupid, redundant, or just plain retarded?” I asked.

“What? No, what makes you think we would?” Trevor responded. I simply pointed towards the Everfree before realisation dawned on both of them, “oh, the ponies… Yeah, you don’t have to worry about that with most of the species here on Equuis; it’s only really the ponies that have strange names.” He reassured me, and David nodded in agreement.

Tears of joy streamed down my face as I fist pumped the air, “FUCK YES! FINALLY, AFTER A WHOLE MILLENNIA, NORMAL NAMES!” I shouted in happiness. The two Griffins seemed to understand why I was happy, but Alex just looked at me like I was a fucking dumb cunt, “alright Trev, Dave, we’ve already introduced ourselves but for sake of formalities; my name’s Julian. This is my brother Alex.” At the mention of his name Alex gave a “Yo, nice to meet ‘ya” with a wave of his hand, “just in case you’re wondering, we’re Humans. I’ve no doubt you’ve never heard of us before, and you won’t find any; we’re the only ones.” Trev and Dave looked a bit down at the mention of being the only Humans, but what I didn’t tell them is that the only reason that is, is because we weren’t originally from Equuis. Such a comment would only complicate matters.

“Well now that introductions are over; shall we head off?” Alex said from my side.

“Hold on, if we’re going to do this, we should do it according to procedure.” Dave said before pulling out some rope to tie our hands together. He looked to my companions before hesitating, “Uh, can you do anything about them?” He asked, unsure about what exactly ‘anything’ entitled. In an instant they all vanished, along with my bow, and my armour being replaced by my normal clothes; black shirt with grey trackies. Trev and Dave jumped back in surprise, and stared at me in shock, “You know magic?!” Dave shouted. I nodded my head and very briefly explained what my magic does. Can't reveal too much, although revealing anything at all is a big risk. For now I should be careful about the information I give to others... I thought to myself.

I didn't want to say anything that could possibly alter the outcome of the war in an unfavourable way. However, if that happens, then I need but silence those who know. I will need to gauge their reactions before deciding if wiping their memories is better. Don't know if I can even do that. Or if killing them is best. But how to explain to Alex... I looked to my brother - the man I trusted most - next to me. He looked back at me and nodded. I probably misinterpreted that but nonetheless, I looked to the two griffins in front of me in silence.

The two looked at me in amazement before they bound our hands. So that's that. I think Trevor flew off to gather reinforcements or an escort to take us back to Rivendell, but I don't know I wasn't concerned. Alex leaned over and whispered into my ear.

“You do know what you’re doing right?” He asked.

“Not a fuckin' clue mate.” I said jokingly, but Alex, being who he is, thought I was serious and just looked at me like the fucking grumpy cat. “It's fine mate, just trust me. I’ll tell you the plan when there’s no one to overhear it just as a precaution.” I responded with confidence.

“Alright, just don’t fuck it up you twat. But, knowing you it’s almost a given.” He shot back with some banter. As the two of us bickered, Dave sadly sighed to himself, knowing this would be a long journey.

Chapter 4 - Griffin Fiefdoms

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Chapter 5 - Griffin Fiefdoms

“So, what’s the plan?” Alex asked with a mixture of anger and worry. Dave and Trevor, both looked at me with similar expressions, but the two weren’t cut out for fighting Demons, at least not yet.

“We have to reveal him in front of the populace for the monster that he truly is; problem is that no doubt by now he’s already convinced them that we are dangerous and must be executed as soon as possible.” I told my brother before glancing at the two Griffins. Their faces had morphed into pure hatred.

“We gotta put that bastard down! How dare he?!” Trevor shouted in hatred, the pain of torture still fresh in his mind, as well as the screams of his best friend Dave, and the betrayal they both felt at the claws of their once-hero.

“And we will, just trust in us.” Alex responded, he looked at me for confirmation.

I nodded my head and continued, “First of all: it would be best if we were able to expose him. That way, rather than feel inclined to help their ‘hero’, they'll help us and all the while we get to clear our names. Don’t forget, we’re here to warn the leaders of all the nations about the demon invasion in the years to come. Making an enemy of the first nation we come across would put a bad taste in my mouth.” I responded.

Alex nodded in agreement, “Not to mention it’d be a pretty shite start to our adventure.”

We shared a short chuckle before we prepared a plan of attack, but first we had to escape the dungeon cell we were locked in. That part was the easiest, then came the part where we had to somehow expose him as a Demon. The easiest and quickest option was to simply kill him and have the Demon in disguise reveal itself. The problem with that was that if he wasn’t an actual Demon, but simply a corrupt Griffin, then we’d spark the anger of the entire village. The guard from before entered my mind while thinking of the best way to go about this. He makes me nervous, he seemed much more dangerous than the Baron himself. Could he be a demon himself too? Tomorrow may be a big trap...

“Alright, I have an idea in mind but first we should all get some rest, after what you both have been through you need some rest before we make our move.” I told my companions. The two Griffins looked apprehensive but soon agreed, the trauma of being tortured like that caught up with them and they soon were resting.

Alex wasn’t so sure though, “Are you sure it’s not best to escape now before our heads are on the block?” Alex questioned. "We could literally rip these poles off and punch through the walls if we wanted to."

“And you’d be right in that regard Alex, but so far all I can come up with in terms of revealing him is to spill his blood on any form of life, then show the villagers the corruption in his blood. Unfortunately for us, it’s both getting late, and the place is huge, we have no idea where his room would be. We could ask them but I think they need some rest after what happened.” I told Alex as we looked at our new companions who had now fallen asleep. “That, and I think that it is in our best option to wait for him to call us for our execution.”

Alex looked at me for a moment like I was a twit, but he realised what I had in mind. “You want to use that chance to get him in front of the entire village to reveal him?” He guessed and guessed correctly.

“Exactly. Judging from his character I can guess that he’d be the one to execute us himself, and to make a public spectacle of it to show off his power and authority. If we can use that chance where he’s in full view of the public we’d be able to expose him and clear ourselves at the same time. But not only that, we’d be able to warn all the villagers about the Demons themselves, where they would hopefully be more inclined to help us. The problem is, is that we don’t have any guarantees that there would be any plants or grass nearby that we could use as evidence after his blood spills onto it. So, if that is the case Alex, I must ask that you take the Baron somewhere that has any nearby life. I will make sure that no one attempts to stop you, without killing them, otherwise there’s no point in trying to prove we are allies. Then we will be able to kill him and prove that we're the ones in the right.”

Alex expressed concern for my plan. "But you realise we only have one shot at this yeah? We fuck this up by even a second and we won't be coming back from it." He said.

"I know, but I have the scenario repeating in my head, I know when the right moment is." I responded confidently.

Alex nodded approvingly, “Alright, my life is in your hands Julian. So, we just rest up until the time comes?”

“Indeed. Rest well brother, tomorrow will no doubt be a long one, and I believe there may be a trap. But remember, I will always have your back.” I told him before lying down.

“And I yours, rest well little brother.” He said, rolling to his side.

"Technically, you're the little brother now." I remarked, a smirk adorning my face for the first time in a long while.

"Fuck you, I've been the little brother my whole life. Let me have this."

"Fine, fine, you’re lucky I was graced with the title of ‘older brother’ once before." I said, quietly chuckling at Alex's stubbornness for the small things. With that, we both fell asleep, wary and uncertain for the day to come.

Alex and I had woken up the next morning much earlier than the other two, it wasn’t surprising considering the events of the previous day. Alex and I went over the details of the plan once more to ensure they were fresh in our minds for when the time came, and as soon as a pair of guards entered through the doorway, I awoke the two still sleeping Griffins on the floor.

“Aww you’re already awake, it’s more fun when I get to wake you myself.” One of the guards commented mockingly before he motioned to the other to unlock the cell. He lowered his spear and kept it facing us before saying, “You, step out of the cell.” He pointed at Dave with his spear. Dave obediently followed but his worry was clear. After all, we hadn’t told him of the plan, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he listened when the time came.

After Dave was clear of the cell, the other guard pulled out a pair of cuffs that he used on his fore and hind claws, effectively limiting his movements. The guard with the spear pointed to Trevor next, “You, step out.” Trevor followed behind Dave, who then like the one before him, had his legs bound in cuffs.

Alex and I followed behind the other two in that order. The two guards escorted us out in a single file line, with the spear-wielding guard at the rear. When we exited the room and into the main dungeon hall, more guards were gathered with various weapons to escort us to the place where we were to be executed. Now the single file line was flanked on both sides by another two guards.

We were led outside and into the town square, where an execution platform had been set up. It looked pretty much as I expected, a headsman’s block had been set up in the middle of a platform raised above a crowd of gathered Griffins who were cheering for the upcoming event. I took notice of the two Griffins who were set to be executed before me, I gave them some reassuring words, telling them that it’ll be alright. I sounded like a father trying to comfort his children before their inevitable deaths, but this time I knew it would be different. This time, I was going to make sure they would survive. No more.

Author's Note

It's finally here! As always I'm late but at least it's not dead xD

Chapter 6 - Griffin Fiefdoms

Our march up to the executioners’ block was painfully slow, every moment drew closer to our deaths, every step another assurance. Dave led the group with a flat face, not expressing any emotion, however if one looked closely his body would betray him. He shook slightly, and when stepping forward they were filled with hesitation. Tensions were high as the four “prisoners” made their way to the stairs before the guards stopped them. They singled Dave to continue while the rest of us waited.

It’s now or never. I thought quickly, looking and counting the griffins around us. Two guards either side, our ‘Baron’, one executioner on the platform, four guards in front. All the immediate threats... I lean over to Alex and whisper: “Take the right and the executioner on my go.” I see Alex nod ever so slightly in acknowledgement, already to my assumption having surveyed the area he made no noise or motion otherwise. I watched Dave slowly, agonisingly slowly, make his way up the stairs and kneel at the executioner's block.

“Now.” I say, not loud but enough for Alex, Trevor and the guards around to hear. I pull my hands apart and easily shatter the weak chains binding the cuffs together and hear Alex do the same. I turned quickly to my left and looked at the guard standing next to Trevor, his shocked expression made me smile as I shattered my chains and grasped his spear. Pushing Trevor forward with my other hand I kick the griffin in the side of his head as hard as I can. I hear bones crack and snap as he goes flying into the front of a building. My strong grip let me keep hold of the spear but apparently so did his, as the spear was broken at the handle where he was holding it. Not minding the fracture, I turned around quickly to the guard behind me, seeing his very shocked face before it was impaled by the broken spear I was holding. Moving quickly toward him, I took the spear in his own possession before turning around again and throwing it with all my might at the similarly stunned Baron. However his survival instincts rung aloud for him to dodge, but not before it slashed open his right cheek.

Alex’s POV

Julian snapped to action in milliseconds, the snapping of our chains beginning our retaliation. As Jules grabbed his opponent's weapon, I bolted towards the executioner to save Dave-o. With everyone dazed and confused at the sudden fight, I, for the first time in my life, double flying kicked the executioner in the face. I will not lie about how much fun I had doing that. But enough nerding out, time to be serious.

"G'day, a little bird told me you needed saving." I said smirking at my new prison buddy as I lifted him from the chopping block.

"Alex..." Said Dave in a tone that shined hope.

"Stop right the-" Yelled the guards from beside Trevor, before also being fly-kicked right in the beak.

"Trying to have a conversation here you rude prick." I said after getting up off the ground and dusting my shoulder off.

I grabbed its spear and slammed it so hard into the platform it broke through the wood, and in doing so shocked the surrounding guards. Taking that advantage of surprise, I pulled the spear towards myself before throwing the handle-end right back into the guards’ face, the sheer impact knocking them right out. Relinquishing the griffins of their weapons, I rip them from the ground and run back towards Trevor and David, and free them of their bonds. Finished with my duty that Julian gave me, I look back towards my brother and see he’s slashed the Baron's cheek. Perfect. Now everyone can see what he’s become.

Julian’s POV

The Baron grasped his heavily bleeding cheek and mouth, the claw holding it quickly being smothered in blood as well. It dripped onto the wooden platform, and before long the wood began to rot, as if it had aged its entire lifespan within seconds. Confusion and fear began to grow within the crowd before us. I sprinted up to him while he tried to stop the bleeding. He brought a claw up to stop me, but he was too slow and unprepared, and I broke his defence easily. I grabbed him by the neck and held him for the crowd to see. His struggling was weak at best, his demonic strength most likely blocked by his mortal disguise. I didn’t notice but Alex also followed up the stairs, after freeing Dave and Trevor as well and taking out the other guards in front.

“Do you not see?! His blood is contaminated! Tainted! It rots and kills the living! That is not your Baron! Your beloved Hero! It is an imposter! A fake! To deceive you into killing us because we discovered his real identity! He is a demon sent from the depths of hell itself to prepare for an invasion of this world!” Many of the crowd gasped loudly, either believing because of open mindedness or just being gullible, I sounded like a doomsayer or something. Oh god is that what I’ve become, have I become that cliché?! I laughed at myself for a moment before returning to the situation at hand.

“How can we believe something like that?! That sounds ridiculous! You’re the ones who're trying to deceive us! Accept your fate to die already!” Shouted a random griffin from the middle of the crowd, I can’t really tell them apart they all look the same to me, that being said I’ve spent hardly any time around griffins so that will probably change with time. I laughed slightly at myself again.

“Well the proof is right on these planks, but if you need more evidence then I am more than willing to provide!” I grabbed the ‘Baron’ and held him from behind, walking up to the executioners block I signalled for Alex to grab the Executioner's Axe. Trevor and Dave stood by us, with weapons they picked up off the guards, while we executed the Baron. It was a bloody and loud affair, he wouldn’t stop screaming until the end, like a little girl. The crowd protested, but the evidence in front of them compelled most to simply watch. Many guards are also just standing there in bewilderment. I threw the body aside as I waited for the Demon to come forth, and soon it started. The skin started to boil and peel away revealing the bleeding muscles as they were being torn apart, as if something were trying to push its way out from the inside. Suddenly, a massive figure burst out of the Baron with a devastating and ferocious roar.

“Oh… gggggreat.” I said slowly as I looked up toward the massive Demon, he looked like the typical Demon Raider: dark red skin with a plate covering its hands, shoulders, head, waist and legs. It wielded a massive mace in its right hand, the weapon almost as big as me. However, unlike the typical Demon Raider, this one also held a massive sword in its other hand, making for a deadly combination.

It’s mocking laughter filled the air as it rose from the corpse of its disguise, “Well you’ve certainly done it now.” His laughter continued to echo, and seemingly on cue Demons filled the courtyard we were in, either appearing in the crowd from their disguises, bursting out of nearby houses or appearing out of portals. There were many, numbering in the hundreds. “I am known as The Crusher! You will fear me like all the rest!” He shouted as he stepped forward.

I looked to Alex with the axe in hand, and the small army of Demons coming forth. I decided in that moment on what to do. “Alex, you need to take Crusher over here, I’ll hold off his army, stop them from rampaging and killing too many.” He looked like he wanted to say something but a moment later I convinced him this was the right course. My war gear appeared along with my companions like lightning. “Trevor, Dave. I need you two to assist me in defending the people. Gather them inside the largest building and barricade yourselves inside. I’ll send my wolf, ferrets and bat with you to assist. Trust me, they’re capable.”

The two were hesitant but they agreed. I summoned three sentry turrets in a triangle around the crowd gathered to watch us die, and from the top of the platform I rained arrows down on the Demons. My crow covered for my own defences while my boar was on the ground protecting the griffins, trampling them over, one by one.

Alex’s POV

"I am known as The Crusher! You will fear me like all the rest!” Bellowed the grand demon before us, his minions popping out of nowhere one by one like daisies. Julian told me to take the guy in front of me while he handled the army that was growing higher in number, and I agreed with him... But there was one thing bothering me more....

"Seriously? The Crusher? That’s what you went for?" I asked the big red monster in front of me with the biggest disappointed look on my face. "What happened, did you fail bad guy 101?"

"You dare mock me?!" Snarled the massive demon, his eyes becoming redder than his own skin.

"Oh noooo nononono." I said quickly but most insincerely. This was made evident one second later by my giving off a large, loud snort. "Yeah."

Safe to say he did not appreciate that.

Crusher bolted towards me in a rage, readying his mace with a mighty swing. Not missing a beat, Crusher swung his weapon down upon me, making a crater the size of a basketball backboard. I dodged easily, however the debris flew everywhere and shards of stone grazed across my face and arms, creating small cuts and lesions.

Quickly regaining my composure, I split my spear in half and threw away the bottom half of the pole. I’m no idiot, one tiny arse pole isn’t going to do anything against two weapons the size of my goddamn torso. If I turn it into a makeshift sword, I at least have speed and mobility on my side. I use it to my advantage immediately going on the offence. With his weapon in the ground, I circle around Crusher and proceed to slash his left arm three times, all of varying depths before he turned towards me, swinging his mace once more.

"Is doing infinitesimal damage and running away all you can do?" Taunted Crusher as he watched me back away from him a second time. However, growing up where I did, you learn to make some great witty remarks.

"Is chattin' a bunch of shite all you’re good at? For someone called The Crusher, you aren’t doing a very good job right now." I said taunting him back.

"Killing you will be joyous." He growled deeply, his eye twitching from my snarky remarks.

"Killing you will be a great excuse to have an expensive meal." I say finally, readying myself to attack once more.

I thought to myself, I have to get rid of at least one of those weapons. Having both loom over me is a bit too close for comfort, but what do I do? As I strafe step by step, never letting the demon leave my sight, I think frantically about how I can remove such a large weapon from his grip. That’s when I remembered, no matter how big you are, you need just to remove one thing to make your hand useless. It's very reckless, but this guy seems too confident in killing me. Let’s see if I can’t use that against him.

I leaped forward to my enemy, running straight towards him. Crusher readies both of his gargantuan weapons, either one prepared to move in any direction.

"You believe a frontal assault will do you any good?!" Screamed Crusher as he brought down his blade and mace. Closer and closer they came down towards me, but as they reached almost two thirds of the way to the ground, I turned my feet sideways and made a mad dash to my right. I escaped, but my calf suffered some damage, the last edge of the blade had nicked my leg.

Ignoring my own injury, I did a complete 180 and stabbed my spear end into Crusher's wrist. He reeled back from the pain and let go of his weapon. Stage one complete. Not letting go of my own, I’m flying around from Crusher trying to rip out the blade from his wrist. I pull myself to my weapon despite this and manage to grab on to the other end. With a mighty twist and pull, the mighty Crusher's left hand fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Crusher roared in a mixture of rage and pain, "YOU MAGGOT! HOW DARE YOU!!"

I staggered in getting up, exhaustion beginning to sweep over me. "Ready to go home yet?" I asked him, really wanting this to be over as soon as possible. Crusher had other plans however as he belted out another blood freezing roar. "Tch, I’ll take that as a no."

Trevor’s POV

Dave and I are nothing but simple soldiers, we followed our orders to the letter without question. We aren’t meant to be fighting Demons! Regardless, we did what we were told, even if Julian wasn’t our formal superior. Although in this instance he was our superior, his knowledge of Demons far surpassed anything either of us have seen or heard, even in damned fairytales.

Dave and I ran around as many houses we could and gathered everyone in the town hall, it was large enough to fit the entire town for special occasions. With the help of some guards who weren’t Demons, we secured the entrances and exits. The animal...things...that Julian lent us have proved to be very helpful in taking down Demons, we even managed to take down a few ourselves!

After we were secure in the town hall things only went from bad to worse. Loud roars and banging could be heard from the main double-doors, and from the back single-door. They were the only entrances other than windows, luckily, we managed to get them all boarded up thanks to a few of the civilians. But it did not do much, soon the glass shattered and the barricades on the windows were being pounded on. Our people were screaming in fear, all of them huddled in the back corner, various guards doing what they can to keep alert and prepared.

That was when all hell truly broke loose. One of the citizens started laughing like a maniac, before his disguise was shed. Flesh, skin, bone, muscle and blood burst in every direction and where previously stood a female griffin there stood a tall red figure with a mace in hand. Its wicked eyes glared full of hate and bloodlust before roaring as loud as it could. Panic among the survivors spread like wildfire, everyone ran everywhere and screamed bloody murder, and honestly, I couldn’t blame them for doing so.

It swung its mace at a nearby guard, however he was thrown off balance as the bat Julian sent dove for its eyes, and the wolf for its legs. Together they stunned the Demon long enough for Dave to drive forward with his spear and pierce the Demon’s hide. It roared in rage but not quite dead, the ferrets ran up its legs and went for its throat. I circled around his back and stabbed it from behind, again and again until it died. A by now well practiced routine as they cleared their way through the town.

Then, as the Demon fell, so did the barricades on two of the windows.

Julian’s POV

The army of Demons was thinning, at first there seemed to be an endless horde, and unfortunately there were losses. They kept streaming from nearby alleys, roads and houses, like half the town had been taken over. However now there were visibly less, and it eased my heart, knowing it was drawing to a close.

My mind returned to the battle, a Demon ran toward me in an attempt to take me out while my mind wondered, but he was too ambitious. The crow dived for its face, stunning it long enough for me to put an arrow between its eyes. I surveyed the crowd, they hadn’t moved since the entire ordeal began. They knew it was the safest place, since running only made them a target, especially since they were surrounded. At the start fear caused one griffin to try and fly away but he was quickly killed in a brutal manner. A Demon leaped over the crowd and beat him out the sky, my turrets were quick to kill him, however the griffin had already landed in the surrounded Demons and he was torn apart. None dared move after that.

The turrets supported by the exploding missile rune did a very effective job of keeping the Demons at bay, along with the boar who kept their attention on him, and the spider who kept them from getting too close. It was a deadly combination, and unlike in the game, the spider was free to use its web, weaving traps around the area and incapacitating any who got too close, allowing the turrets plenty of time to finish them off. With myself on overwatch it proved an effective defence. Although I had to turn around to defend myself every now and then but with the aid of my crow I was adequately defended as well. There were a few guards who weren’t Demons assisting in the defence as well, however compared to the might of my companions and my turrets it was minor.

Just as I took a shot and killed another Demon, Alex flew past me and crashed into the floor, covered in cuts and bruises. Following him was Crusher, looking not much different, except however missing his left hand. He did it, he managed to gain an upper hand on Crusher, literally. I go to congratulate my brother, but he’s passed out completely. Panicking, I aimed at Crusher and took my shots. Enhanced with my magic they exploded on impact. Six shots hit his chest and another three hit his face. He roared in pain and anger as he was thrown back as well. Satisfied that I gave Alex enough time to recover I turned back to the crowd to continue my defence.

“Alex! That weapon you have is useless! Take his sword!” I shouted to him before I returned my full focus on the battle in front of me.

However, something else drew my attention once more. My wolf alerted me to the danger the griffins trapped in the Town Hall were facing, so I rushed to their position. On my way killing as many Demons as I could, dodging their strikes while countering with an arrow to the head. Live combat has certainly improved my skills, but it scares me how well I can fight so easily. A thought for later. I reached the town hall to see multiple windows broken in and a dozen Demons trying to break down the others and the doors.

I drew upon my magic to empower my arrows to shoot forth a unique skill I had been practicing, a mix of [multi-shot] and [grenades], my [multi-explosive shot], turned a single arrow tipped with a small grenade into many covering a large cone. The arc was wide enough to cover the front of the building, the mini grenades adding a deadly explosion to the mix decimating the Demons gathered at the front door. Luckily the explosion blew in the front door, impacting on a Demon who was about to take a swing on Dave, stunning him long enough for Dave to retaliate and drive his spear into his throat, killing the Demon.

Ignoring the inside of the town hall, I ran along the side clearing the Demons who were too preoccupied with breaking down the windows and the backdoor. After clearing the outside, I leapt through a broken window, but the inside was clear. There were a few griffin corpses on the floor, some guards and civilians. I spotted Trevor and Dave much to my relief, I’ve grown to like these two.

I made my way over to them, “Good to see you’re still alive.” I held my fist out in front of me.

“Thanks, you too. It’s been a bit rough but the animals you lent us have been really helpful.” Dave responded calmly, panting from the exhaustion as he returned the fist/claw bump, Trevor giving one in kind. Both Trevor and Dave had multiple wounds on them, however they were minor.

“Great, glad to know. The battle seems to be dying down so I don’t think there will be many Demons coming your way but keep alert just in case. I’ll leave my companions here, but I need to get back to that crowd and thin out the rest of them. Good luck fellas.” I gave them a nod and made my way back.

Alex’s POV

Ugh, now I know what it’s like to be yeeted. I think to myself as lay in the ground from my impact.

"Alex! The weapon you have is useless! Take his sword!" Screamed Julian as he fended off Crusher from me. I know he’s right but it’s easier said than done little brother, how the hell am I meant to move that thing? Nonetheless I try my best, I grab the handle and tempt to lift it off the ground, but I simply can’t. Thing weighs like three cars, three SUVs for that matter!

"Filthy mongrels, all you do is resist the inevitable!" Bellowed the Crusher as he sprinted towards me. I’m too tired, I can’t move. Crusher tackles me and rushes through building after building in hopes to kill me. After about the tenth wall I’ve gone through, Crusher grabs me by the leg, whips me around and flings me into another building.

It is at moments like this where I wish I was better at healing myself, but even then, I don’t know if I could do it under this kind of pressure.

"Get inside your rooms!" Yelled a female voice from beside me. I barely managed to look, and I saw a female griffin trying to usher her children away from the destroyed wall I came from, but her children were too terrified to move.

"Mama!!" They kept wailing, tears rolling down like rivers.

"Stay there and hide! Don’t come out!" Screamed the mother as she finally managed to shut the door in front of her kids and then proceed to lock it.

"Hiding will do you no good at all." Taunted a very familiar, dark voice. From the wall appeared Crusher with a large menacing grin on his face. I tried to get up, but it was too late for me to notice that his sword was laying across my body, I can’t move. Crusher looked at my situation and laughed. "You wished to be the hero, to stop us from ruling this pathetic world. Now you sit there and watch as you fail these griffins you have fought so desperately to save."

"Stay away from them! They’re innocent!" I snarled, trying my best to burst a blood vessel in an attempt to lift the sword.

"You honestly think that matters to me?" Laughed Crusher as he continued his way towards the griffin mother who had backed herself into a corner. I hear the kids bashing their door with such ferocity that I fear it’ll break. The massive demon just kept on laughing as he got closer, drool falling from his lips.

No! I’m not gonna let this happen! I’ve already lost everything! The war first took my mother, then my brother, and then every single one of my friends! I am not going to let it happen to anyone else EVER AGAIN!!

With those thoughts of my family running through my head, something sparked inside me. All I could feel was power, unimaginable power. With renewed vigour, I belt a roar of my own, and the sword moves. The Crusher turns from his prey to witness what’s going on, but he only got about five seconds before I thrust the blade towards his head. He dodged, but with his balance and focus taken away from him, I returned the favour from a few minutes ago and proceed to push him through multiple more housings with just a single arm. All you could hear was the yelling from the both us, both determined to see this end now.

Ending up back in the plain we started this fight, Crusher and I forget our weapons and just turn this into a primal slugfest. It was as if all logic and strategies had left our minds and were replaced by a simple instinct to fight, kill, and survive. I don’t even know how long we were at it for, it could’ve been hours, but none of that mattered, all that did was winning by any and all means necessary. A number of times I had Crusher claw at my chest so deeply you could’ve seen my own ribcage and even bite into my neckline to try and kill me. Yet, I didn’t. I still stood, and I still fought.

With the last of the strength I had, I laid a barrage of punches and kicks into Crusher's face and legs. So long as I can take out his legs, I’ll get the upper hand. Kick, punch, punch, kick, repeat. I honestly thought I was doing nothing, but my final kicks were my best ones. With an almighty crack, my foot planted into Crusher’s knee, and snapped it backwards. Crusher screamed in pain as he was forced to kneel before me. We both pant so heavily you could swear we were about to pass out.

I draw the blade I had laid across my back and point the tip right at Crusher's throat. "Do you yield?" I ask him with eyes cold as stone.

Julian’s POV

I quickly ran back towards the crowd of griffins I left, clearing out any Demon I saw along the way. The horde had definitely thinned so hopefully it would be over soon. I was soon back defending the group of griffins, the horde relentless in their assault. It was not long after I got back that Crusher came crashing through a nearby building and into the open area they were previously fighting in.

Alex was in hot pursuit, but something was different. Is Alex… taller? Are those… MUSCLES?! ALEX IS MACHO?! I watched in amazement as they duelled, a flurry of blows exchanged by both sides. However Alex had a clear advantage: His Nephalem powers have exploded, I don’t know if he even noticed the change at the time, but his healing gave him the edge he needed. The battle lasted a few minutes, most of the remaining Demons stopped fighting to watch the spectacle before them. None had known a creature among them to be capable of fighting toe-to-toe with The Crusher.

I had my animal companions silently corral the remaining Demons without causing a fuss, most were too preoccupied and those that resisted were killed or webbed. I witnessed the end of the fight as Alex delivered his crushing knee blow forcing the Demon to the ground in agony. He drew his blade across the Demons neck, “Do you yield”, he said.

The Demon refused at first but was incapable of fighting back, so I decided on something. I quickly ran over to Alex and whispered in his ear. He looked at me and nodded before making his way over to the crowd of Demons that had surrendered after their leader was defeated.

I looked to Crusher, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. Can’t risk you being sent back to Hell with vital intel. So I’ll keep you alive until I get what I need, and believe me, I WILL get what I need.” I stood before the kneeling Demon before drawing an arrow from my quiver.

“What are you doing here? What’s your plan?” I held the arrow tip to his throat as I closed in to look it in the eyes. “Don’t lie, I’ll know if you’re lying.”

The Demons’ eyes went wide as I drew closer, it could see properly what my armour was made of. I could see its fear, and the irony made me laugh, then made me angry. “You know what this is made of don’t you? Your kin, your fellow Demons.” I laughed before continuing, “That’s right, I slaughtered countless Demons until I had the materials required to craft this armour, looks quite intimidating don’t you think? I’d say it works, strikes fear into your heart, like how you do with any living creature your Hell brings. You massacre countless innocents for fun, like how your kind destroyed my village and my family, I will destroy every Demon that threatens this plane. Go back to hell where you belong.” I spat on the ground by its knees.

“I… have no plan. I… did not want to kill those griffins.” The demon said weakly as it lowered its head.

I was shocked into silence, then the resentment grew, the hatred. “What…? What did you just say?”

Crusher raised its head and looked me in the eye, “I fled Hell with my followers, we fled the Eternal War, sick of all the fighting and dying. Dying, dying, dying, so many times over and over it’s maddening. We fled the war and took refuge here, hoping that no one would find us, didn’t take long though for you to show up.”

I knew it wasn’t lying, my powers made sure of that but even more, I knew it in my gut. “So… why did you kill them?” I asked confused, but it didn’t take long for me to realise.

“We had no choice, after you turned up and exposed us, did you really think we had any other option but to kill them all and try again somewhere else? Most of us don’t have much fight left in us”

That’s why it was so easy, normally there’s no way we would have been able to save all those griffins, but they didn’t actually want to do this. No that’s insane, a trick, he must be lying. But I know he’s not. Fuck this is infuriating. It’s easier to hate all Demons when you believe them all to be the same murderous monsters… I looked at the kneeling Demon before me, his head lowered, blood dripping from various wounds on his body. I turned my head and saw Alex keeping the remaining Demons in check along with my animal companions

“What should I do…?” I whispered quietly to myself, I turned to face Crusher and he raised his head to meet me. What should I do?

Chapter 7 - Griffin Fiefdoms

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