Soul Slave

The audience

Edward walked in front of the Crimson Fighters with Vindaes beside him when suddenly an immense pain struck Edward in the chest. Closing his eyes and falling down to a knee his mind was transported into another reality entirely.

Laying naked in a lake he'd stare up at the violet sky that haunted him much like the void of death. Slowly sitting up and looking around he'd notice there was nothing but water; as if this plane only held deep dark blue depths.

Somehow he did not sink, instead being able to stand on the water; walk even. Far off in the distance of the never ending expanse of ocean someone called to him. He began to run and run for what seemed days stretched to weeks and weeks stretched to years until he stopped and sunk underneath the waters beneath his feet.

Making time seem meaningless as he sunk deeper and deeper until all there was before him was pure darkness. Staring into the void once again as his arms swayed around him and strangely he didn't feel fatigued from nor did he feel the need to breathe.

Before him appeared a woman much shorter than him, with an elegant figure and ashen hair. Naked just as him, floating through the darkness she shined like a beacon. Coming so close her bare breasts pressed against him.

"Tomper." He leaned in towards her lips that were calling to him.

"Edward, you're going to die if you don't kill."

He pulled back stunned at the words he just heard his beloved say.

"Look at all the lives you have already taken with the blade." All around them appeared the glowing spectral figures of all the dead elves that were on the ship that burned in the harbor. "You want to kill more, you need to kill more."

Tomper floated away and out of his reach as Edward reached out to touch her he was swarmed upon by all the spirits he had condemned.

He'd suddenly jolt awake.

Only a minute had passed and everyone stopped and surrounded the downed Edward as to protect him.

Pushing himself off of his knee to standing, "I'm okay, let's go."

"Edward!" Vindaes screamed out pointing at a walking corpse that was wondering the streets illuminated with the flames of various homes being eaten away to ashes. "Your sword!"

He saw it too, 'The Dragon's Defiler' the very runeblade that gave him unbelievable powers with a price. "Crimson Fighters," Edward looked around at them and they didn't budge from their square formation, but the captain called out.

"We hear you."

"Defend me while I recover my weapon, it is utmost importance."

"What's important is getting you to our lord, do you really need that sword?"

"Oh, he does." Vindaes chirped in.

"Fine, so be it. Fighters, form up!" The Crimson Fighters would break from their square formation for a line and began marching in unison towards the horde of corpses.

Edward dropped and disarmed himself of any weapons he was wielding, preparing himself to wield the blade and not lose it this time.

As the shieldmen rushed up towards the shambling corpses they'd take a knee and let the spear men behind them safely chop them down. Until what looked to be a pale and naked woman holding onto her arms and shaking.

Running right between the cracks of the shield line, she'd have visible cuts oozing black ichor from her open veins on her biceps. She'd lift her head back, revealing blue glowing eyes; letting out a wail that pierced the ear waves of everyone.