The Dark Chronicles Of The Saphiric

TDCOTS: Brutal crusade

The Dark Chronicles Of The Saphiric

Chapter 6 - Brutal crusade

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the feeling of my head touching the ground, barely in pain… It felt weird and strange, but also scary. I couldn't move my limbs or my whole body. I couldn't do anything. My green eyes were slowly vanishing, someone cut off the head of my body.

My mind started becoming blank. Was I facing death? I don't know. But i really feel like killing somebody now.

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The axe blades suddenly became red, I could feel my body moving but my head was still over the ground looking in one direction, that brutal feeling… I was experiencing it again, my eyes turned red and in the while, the person that ripped off my head, was leaving…
Unacceptable… 

"Yuu… Is not time to think negative, just walk forward"

Hearing this, i slowly walked with my beheaded body forward until-

"Smash."

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With the mighty axe, I thrown a horizontal slice, nearly cutting in half the chest of who tried to kill me, I could feel the dark blood slowly slipping over my hand and the same goes for my chest, as the injury up my throat was still there, I then left the hold from the handle of the double bladed axe, Walking slowly backwards

"You risked pretty much Yuu."

I took my head from the ground with two hands, putting it back in position. My eyes turned green once again and all the injuries slowly healed

"You don't need to remind me."

I went back to the bleeding corpse, it was the leader, I apparently killed him with one huge cut, pretty weak if you ask me but surely the bloody view wasn't nice. I might be a brutal killer of demons, but I do it for pure revenge and hate. I never liked how organs and blood looked like or how they smelled like. 

Holding the handle of the axe, I pulled it out the bloody dark corpse with strength, noticing also the axe blades returning green. The body fell over the ground with flesh and guts coming out the fatal injury of the elf.

I just want to get out of here the fastest possible, this is getting more like a pain in the ass than an anti demon forced crusade. The look on my face changed, I was… Crying… Black tears…

"What's wrong sir?"

"I'm tired…"

"Then rest sir. We have a most likely, long journey here to pass"

"I'm tired of nearly dying… And killing like a mindless machine…"

"Hm… Sir why are you doing this?"

"I started this as revenge… But now i'm trying to leave this cursed place."

"Well, Sir i might not be a therapist or stuff like that, in fact i'm just a soul binded to a weapon, but you can vent to me like a person"