The creature he had in his hand stopped squirming and whining after the 27th cut on its face, though Adell wasn't sure whether it had given up resisting him, was in shock from blood loss, or dead. He had put out the eyes on the 20th and 21st cuts, after the beady, glowing red eyes of the demon began to distract him. Each cut took about 3 seconds, carefully done for the pleasure of torturing a living, if demonic, being.
After the 80th cut on what was left of the thing's face, he was pretty sure that it was dead. There wasn't much flesh remaining on the bone, and if he probably would have vomited if he was human. But as a demon that did not manage to get breakfast this day, he was getting hungry.
Adell lifted up one of the other bodies and shoved it over his shoulder. He was at least going to cook it first. There were some things he wasn't going to stoop to, like eating demon flesh straight from the corpse.
"Òh ͠r̵ígh̸t̵... ͠th̸a͞t g̛irl. ̀Wh͝e̸re͏ d͝id̸ ͡sh҉e g̵o̢?" he murmured to himself. He glanced around, but saw and heard nothing.
Maybe̕ I͢ shouĺd͞ņ't̴ ̧ha͜ve t͝òr͢t̡u͟red th͘ąt ͟thi͠n͞g̀.͝ Gi͞r͜l'͝s di͘sa̧ppear̀ed̴. ͏P͢r̡o͘b̡ábly̵ ̕do̷w̛n̴.
He shook his head and walked with body in tow towards one of the wider, more open areas of the catacombs. Slamming the body down onto the floor, he sat down and sliced off an arm of the corpse and cut off its fingers. With his blade, he skinned it carefully, tossing aside the red furry skin of the beast in a corner. Skin tasted disgusting.
Manifesting a small flame in his palm, he held the chunk of red meat above the fire like a hand-held barbeque spit.
Most people didn't dare eat demons, and considering how much demonic corruption their flesh held even when dead, they were smart to avoid it. Even some of the 'impure' demons he met were afraid of eating demonic flesh. Adell knew better, and even though eating demonic flesh was frowned upon by what was left of civilised society, it was useful enough in today's times for an 'impure' demon.
The flesh was done in 5 minutes, turning a brighter red that could at least be associated with venison. A slightly foul-smelling piece of venison that tasted alright to the demonic palate.
He looked around for the girl just one last time before sinking his fangs into the meat.
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I'll probably have to create profiles for the Chief positions that weren't taken. Which means a CS for Security, Research and Deputy Commander...
@Dingo
I can't see the picture. (And automatic translation is pretty much a common thing aboard the Precipice. But I guess it implies that the tech of the S'aac's planet was advanced enough to have that sort of thing.)
No issues, other than a caution. Your character seems like a tricky one to play. It's very far from the humanoid form, which I'm not against. But you should think carefully about whether you can sustain that sort of activity as such a character.
@Spartan
Yay!
I can't see the picture. (And automatic translation is pretty much a common thing aboard the Precipice. But I guess it implies that the tech of the S'aac's planet was advanced enough to have that sort of thing.)
No issues, other than a caution. Your character seems like a tricky one to play. It's very far from the humanoid form, which I'm not against. But you should think carefully about whether you can sustain that sort of activity as such a character.
@Spartan
Yay!
@Penguin
1. The race should have a name.
2. Other than that, I'm extremely open. It'll work out. Somehow.
1. The race should have a name.
2. Other than that, I'm extremely open. It'll work out. Somehow.
Well, I assume that our characters, like Makoto Yuki, will be placed in the dorm due to some administrative issues as temporary housing.
There was silence. The footsteps of the girl had ceased. She had probably paused. But when Adell poked his head from around the wall, he stared into the face of a demon. A 'pure' demon. With a face and body like a twisted red bipedal dog, it looked stunned for a moment before it began to snarl at him.
Long enough for him to impale the creature in the chest.
"D̶a̶m͜n̢ i͝t̛!̷" he yelled, kicking the demon off his blade and into two others that followed him. With both hands grasping his blade, he leapt backwards and into a offensive foot stance. The two demons, of roughly the same 'breed', if that was the appropriate term, pushed the corpse off them and got up. They growled and snapped their teeth, with big globs of drool dripping off the sides of their mouths like hungry dogs.
"M̷o͘nste͜r̷s! Damn it, don't you regret anything?!" There was no word for 'regret' in the demonic language, so he ended up speaking Common. As the two beasts lunged towards him, Adell pushed his blade in front of him with one hand, stabbing one of the monsters in the heart. Well, pure demons did not have hearts, but the stabbing that area was still highly fatal for them.
His other hand went for the neck of the last dog demon, and he squeezed. The creature turned from the visage of a snarling beast into a pathetic, whining dog.
"L͜e͏t ̢m͜e g̨o! ̀Le̴t ̶me ́g̵o͝!̷" it whined, though its whining still sounded quite horrific to a ear untrained in demonic tongue.
Adell forgot about the girl in that moment. It was a while since he got his hands on a demon like this. His people were long gone. His father, dead from suicide. His brothers, all dead, demons or worse. These sort of creatures were to blame.
Torturing this thing couldn't bring his kingdom back, he knew.
The prince slammed the demon onto the floor, holding his blade over the dog's face. There was a little glint in his eye as a sadistic smile spread across his face.
Nothing could bring back his kingdom. He was living in the moment. And in that moment, the pain of failure was going to define the rest of the dog demon's short life.
The blade pressed against the beast's skin and gently sunk in. There were going to be a lot more cuts by the end of Adell's sadistic escapades.
"I used to be human, you know."
He lifted up his blade and sliced another part of the dog's face. It whimpered, but otherwise said or did nothing.
"Until you fuckers came in. It was around 490 years... since this world went to shit. Yo҉ư wi͜ll͡ ̷ḑi̸e̴ ͠a̸ t͢h̷ous̶a̧nd d̀e͜a͟t͜h͡s̷ ̡ẁòrth of p͜ain. There's no word for 'mercy' in our language. I wi̡l̷l͢ m̷a͢ke͡ ҉sur͏e you ̵u̡nde͜r̡sta̢nd͠ that."
Long enough for him to impale the creature in the chest.
"D̶a̶m͜n̢ i͝t̛!̷" he yelled, kicking the demon off his blade and into two others that followed him. With both hands grasping his blade, he leapt backwards and into a offensive foot stance. The two demons, of roughly the same 'breed', if that was the appropriate term, pushed the corpse off them and got up. They growled and snapped their teeth, with big globs of drool dripping off the sides of their mouths like hungry dogs.
"M̷o͘nste͜r̷s! Damn it, don't you regret anything?!" There was no word for 'regret' in the demonic language, so he ended up speaking Common. As the two beasts lunged towards him, Adell pushed his blade in front of him with one hand, stabbing one of the monsters in the heart. Well, pure demons did not have hearts, but the stabbing that area was still highly fatal for them.
His other hand went for the neck of the last dog demon, and he squeezed. The creature turned from the visage of a snarling beast into a pathetic, whining dog.
"L͜e͏t ̢m͜e g̨o! ̀Le̴t ̶me ́g̵o͝!̷" it whined, though its whining still sounded quite horrific to a ear untrained in demonic tongue.
Adell forgot about the girl in that moment. It was a while since he got his hands on a demon like this. His people were long gone. His father, dead from suicide. His brothers, all dead, demons or worse. These sort of creatures were to blame.
Torturing this thing couldn't bring his kingdom back, he knew.
The prince slammed the demon onto the floor, holding his blade over the dog's face. There was a little glint in his eye as a sadistic smile spread across his face.
Nothing could bring back his kingdom. He was living in the moment. And in that moment, the pain of failure was going to define the rest of the dog demon's short life.
The blade pressed against the beast's skin and gently sunk in. There were going to be a lot more cuts by the end of Adell's sadistic escapades.
"I used to be human, you know."
He lifted up his blade and sliced another part of the dog's face. It whimpered, but otherwise said or did nothing.
"Until you fuckers came in. It was around 490 years... since this world went to shit. Yo҉ư wi͜ll͡ ̷ḑi̸e̴ ͠a̸ t͢h̷ous̶a̧nd d̀e͜a͟t͜h͡s̷ ̡ẁòrth of p͜ain. There's no word for 'mercy' in our language. I wi̡l̷l͢ m̷a͢ke͡ ҉sur͏e you ̵u̡nde͜r̡sta̢nd͠ that."
That makes... sense. No wait, what?
Isn't that called a magic knight? Or Arcane Warrior? Or Eldritch Knight?
The girl failed to notice Adell, but he surmised that his position was quite hard to identify when so few natural light sources existed in the catacombs. He saw her quite well, but he had the high ground. And she wasn't trying to remain hidden.
He continued alongside her in secret, but the winding ventilation shafts left him with a byzantine bunch of interconnecting mazes. Considering that she was descending into the lower levels, the demon couldn't keep up with her at this rate.
As she turned the corner and down a flight of stairs, Adell poked his head out from a ventilation shaft. He gently lowered himself down onto the same level as her with a soft thud, and peeked around the corner. There she was, the tomb raider.
And considering how she was marching blindly into the lower levels, the soon-to-be corpse. There was a reason why the people of Widds did not dare to chase him out of the catacombs. They always knew he was there, but the skeletons and even the occasional sealed demon was not what they feared.
Inside the catacombs was one of the gates of hell. The sort that brought this world to its knees. He recalled the flaming abyss that first appeared in his country, the desperation of his country's soldiers against the demons that spawned from it, the pain that shot through him for every second he was near it, and the leftovers of his nation when he woke up as a monster. It was almost 500 years ago, but those sorts of thoughts never left him.
She wouldn't see the gate immediately, but the larger amount of 'pure' demons (demons that were not previously races of this world) she would encounter on her way there would kill her. These gates did have magical artifacts, but one had to have some sort of protection, cure or immunity to the corruption it emitted. She probably did not.
He took in a deep, hesitant breath. What would this girl do if she saw a demon like him?
Without stepping out of his hiding spot, he yelled: "Don't go down! There's a demon gate!" Adell tried to sound as 'human' as he could, even as his voice crackled with the dry tone of a demonic accent.
He continued alongside her in secret, but the winding ventilation shafts left him with a byzantine bunch of interconnecting mazes. Considering that she was descending into the lower levels, the demon couldn't keep up with her at this rate.
As she turned the corner and down a flight of stairs, Adell poked his head out from a ventilation shaft. He gently lowered himself down onto the same level as her with a soft thud, and peeked around the corner. There she was, the tomb raider.
And considering how she was marching blindly into the lower levels, the soon-to-be corpse. There was a reason why the people of Widds did not dare to chase him out of the catacombs. They always knew he was there, but the skeletons and even the occasional sealed demon was not what they feared.
Inside the catacombs was one of the gates of hell. The sort that brought this world to its knees. He recalled the flaming abyss that first appeared in his country, the desperation of his country's soldiers against the demons that spawned from it, the pain that shot through him for every second he was near it, and the leftovers of his nation when he woke up as a monster. It was almost 500 years ago, but those sorts of thoughts never left him.
She wouldn't see the gate immediately, but the larger amount of 'pure' demons (demons that were not previously races of this world) she would encounter on her way there would kill her. These gates did have magical artifacts, but one had to have some sort of protection, cure or immunity to the corruption it emitted. She probably did not.
He took in a deep, hesitant breath. What would this girl do if she saw a demon like him?
Without stepping out of his hiding spot, he yelled: "Don't go down! There's a demon gate!" Adell tried to sound as 'human' as he could, even as his voice crackled with the dry tone of a demonic accent.
I'd think that Nagi/Nami would have already experienced the Dark Hour, but she doesn't know what the hell it is.
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