Soul Slave

Survive

It was a dark night in a small port town called Saltire, a darkness which consisted of black hearts, mad thoughts and bloodshed on a number that would twist the stomach if you were to say it out loud.

The events before this night were not important, for in a handful of hours the fate of an entire community

unfolded before the world. A man named Edward and his rival Vindaes fended off against what seemed to be the apocalypse.

Everything truly began once the sword named Dragon's Defiler was tossed into the grasp of Edward. Sacrificing a soul to power the runeblade, giving the knight superhuman abilities, he knew that this would turn him into something different than just a powerful warrior.

Flying high into the air Edward stared out over the town that was half engulfed in flames and the other half consisted of an undead horde. Though another incoming threat appeared before him as he spotted seven galleons pulling into the narrow port.

Pointing the glowing green sword at one of the ships a beam would shoot from the tip. Upon crashing into the side of the hull fire would begin engulfing the ship.

Then as if frozen in time Edward was casted back into his memories where he stood over his best friend Alistar in the destroyed entertainment district of Castle Rhinestone. His sword absorbing his soul upon death.

Edward glared far up in the air, then staring down to see his rival Vindaes surrounded by shambling corpses. He was only defending himself with a sword dance that prevented any enemies to approach.

They tried to approach to no avail as limbs or heads were severed.

Deciding to drop back to the ground in front of a burned down stables that held an uphill advantage he'd bring up his left hand. Where once was a hand made from magic now melted away; causing a new spectral left hand to take it's place. Someone far away in the distant past whispered to Edward.

'Your pupil... He's falling, just as I have, just as you will...'

He recognized the voice, it was of Quickblade a man that had nearly killed him in their final encounter.

Anger developed in his chest, his eyes would glow a fiery green and his lungs would suddenly feel as if he had swallowed lava. Screaming out Edward would shatter windows and shake the very ground causing undead heads to pop like balloons. Vindaes fell to his knees as his equilibrium was thrown off by the power.

Vindaes looked up at him, eyes watering from the pain. Then he saw the runes on the blade lit up red on several different inscriptions as the others did not glow.

"You know what you're becoming Edward... We should just run; you shouldn't become a-"

"Don't say it... I wo-" Edward was cut off as well.

"A soul slave Edward, that's what you're becoming."

"I can save lives."

"You will hunger for them as well, as a result. We've not always seen eye to eye, but you must agree with me on this!"

Edward turned and looked at him, through his eyes he could see through him. As if looking directly at his soul, he felt an unnatural lust to see it escape it's vessel.

"I won't hurt anyone that doesn't deserve it."

The two stared at each other, doubt and shame filling the air.

There was no more time for words as more of the hellish legion of the dead descended upon him and Edward could feel the hunger replacing his power.