The Dark Invader

Chapter Two

The young woman sat behind the bar uncomfortably, she had dealt with such matters before, yet this time it was the most severe. As the great Invader entered the tavern, he noticed that it was a mess, a terrible mess, worse than any of the ones he had seen. The wooden floor was torn and had many molds and holes in it, the walls were old and some even had cobwebs hanging on them. Even the tables and the chairs were old and in terrible condition.

Once the Invader entered, everyone who was drinking stopped making noise to see who entered, when they saw his tall muscular figure, with torn black rags that covered his black armor, and the giant sword handle that appeared next to his head, they were all terrified, for it was rumored that there was a great evil man, rumored to be the black swordsman, had reached their city in his wanderings.

The mighty figure sat on a stool next to the bar, the bartender was terrified, she couldn't move a muscle, until the swordsman dropped 2 silver coins on the bar and signaled her for 1 glass of ale. She was relieved by this. He wouldn't kill me, would he? The bartender thought to herself, yet she didn't know that in the next hour, everyone present there but the swordsman was going to die a terrible gruesome death.

The tavern was in full silence, even the bartender found that weird, until an old drunkard decided to pick a fight with the dark invader. The old invader wheezed and laughed, "Why of all places are you here? You don't look like how the people described you. You are just an old lucky bastard like any of the ones sitting here, why should we be scared of you? You are all bark and no bite, you fake lying bastard."

At that the dark invader paid no attention, instead he just turned around and faced the side that lied opposite to that old drunkard and gulped down his glass of ale. At that, the old drunkard flushed with anger and yelled at the invader, "You! How dare you ignore me! I'm a respected veteran of war, who has been in more wars than anyone else here! I'll make my face the last thing you will ever see, when I gauge out your eyes!" and at that he took out his short sword and charged at the dark swordsman's face.

In a very quick and clean set of movements, the swordsman caught the sword by its sharpest edge with his bare hands and snapped the iron blade. The drunkard fell knocked out, he did not know how or when he received that punch to the jawline. All the other drunken bastards cowered in front of the swordsman's posture, and everyone sat silent again.

However, this silence won't last long, the swordsman knew it completely, his left eye will brutally bleed once again. Once it starts to completely bleed uncontrollably, that means the demons have regenerated enough and they are still hungry for human flesh.

In the darkness, they emerged, evil matter was being condensed. Made from the darkest and deepest desire of men and women, all the evil thoughts and evil actions of the world, all in one spot, creating these beings. They were visible to everyone in that room, yet no one noticed them, that was until the one of the drunkards looked back and screamed. He died first. His brain, with his eyes still connected to it, splat down in the middle of the tables that all the drunk bastards were sitting in.

The demons circled around everyone in the tavern, tearing away chunks of flesh with their sharp claws from whoever they were next to. An arm was just pulled out of its place and eaten like a chicken wing. A human eye fell from all that chaos. The hungry demons tore away those chunks of human meat; many mortal men were killed on the spot, it was a gruesome way to die with.

Nothing was left from the tavern; everything was either eaten or destroyed. Satisfied with what they did, they left the swordsman for today. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.