Soulsword - by Waylan
The sword arced down towards his head. He barely blocked it with
his buckler, and felt the wood shatter. The blade bit into his left
arm and severed it. Biting back a scream of pain, Jared stabbed
with his sword into the exposed belly of the demon warrior, then
with a vicious head-butt sent the creature toppling of its steed.
He spared a look at his left arm.
"Thank the gods for small favors..." he muttered. The
wound had been completely cauterized by the searing blade of the
The battle whirled and raged around him. The once fertile plain
he so dearly loved was now a charnel house of blood, gore and corpses.
More of men than demons he noticed. Hatred and despair flared in
his heart as he looked up and saw, on a hilltop, a gigantic figure
draped in a cape, with ornate armor of hellish design and a hideous
horned-helm. A huge sword, its black blade emanating palpable evil,
pierced the ground beside him.
The figure stood, as if contemplating, on a mound of human corpses.
Jared saw another of his captains lead a futile charge against the
monster. With a single gesture, the demon-lord sent bolts of fire
that disintegrated his men all at once. Sorcerer and demon! With
a cry of rage he leapt off his war-horse and ran towards the demon-lord,
brandishing his sword.
"Fight me you ugly whore-son! Face me and die!" he screamed
and slashed his way towards the hill. At the bottom of the mound,
he felt someone gripping his shoulder. Jared turned and saw the
dark and bloody face of his half-brother Orlok.
"Come brother, let us kill this demon together and end this
bloody invasion!" said Jared.
"No my brother, this ends here..." Jared never felt
the dirk enter his back. The last things he saw were the eyes of
the demon. Black on black, evil within evil. Or were those his brother's?