Ophuthis: Unfaltering Fidelity

Chapter 8: Failure caused by a professional is intolerable, Part II

  "Hm? Have you finally caught on?" Leo maddeningly and threateningly said.

"Where's the real Randy and Mary?!" Lance, on the verge of crying, yelled. His stance is that of a helpless man cowering in fear and is petrified, but still held his sword. His shaking can be clearly seen. He still hasn't fully taken in his near-death experience and he already is in a situation similar.

"Don't worry they're safe."

"Who are you? What are your true forms?! Bring them back!"

"Shouldn't you be more concerned with yourself?"

"I knew not to trust you devils."

Loerre chuckled and unleashed his true form, so did Clair, "do you know your importance to lord Ophuthis' plans, little boy?"

Amongst the tall lush forest just outside the Poima Village, with nothing but the moonlight that illuminated the dark area. But even with the bright shine of the moon, the roof of the trees stopped the incoming ray of lights from the sentient beings above the sky that appears every night called, the Moon.

Knowing that just across the forest is a village, hoping to catch the attention of people potentially strolling by in the middle of the night, Lance shouted, continuously, even when his throat hurt so much, it felt bleeding internally. Still, no one came to rescue him. No Heroes. It didn't surprise him, factor in the perfect desolate area, the silence, and the time of night, it was a perfect for murdering someone cold blooded.

He was with—all this time—the two most Demonic creatures he could ever imagine. He was shaking so much it made him sit and slowly back away from the two figures with otherworldly outfits and powers.

Him crying in fear made him look very pitiful, he looked like he abandoned all hope. He couldn't do anything but scream, cry and pray. Actions that either lead to nothing or were very conditional. Despite this, he never stopped. He never hesitated to call for someone's help no matter how dire the situation. After all, what can you do but those limited things?

"W-What are you going to do with me?" he said as his bodily fluids excrete from his face, snot and tears, flooded his hopeless, helpless face.

"You're a royalty remember? You're perfect to Lord Ophuthis' plans; we can use you in various fun ways."

"I'll rather kill myself than be in the hands of you children of darkness," he shouted loudly.

"I would like to see you try," Loerre creepily grinned in confidence.

Lance is a Warren, a royal blood. Though investigations are still underway in confirming if he is actually the biological son of the king of Hidiea. They cannot be sure unless it's proven because problems are still lingering that just doesn't make sense. The most obvious being, why is a prince a lowly adventurer. Still, just in case, they will kidnap this kid first, getting rid of a person is the easiest task for them after all.

All who are benign are actually all evil, he remembered the saying once more.

"My, my. Say your last words to this land, you will be taken to lord Ophuthis' domain, you should be more thankful for his mercy," Clair said in her usual attitude, she walked towards Lance, although he put up a fight—by swinging his sword mindlessly—she simply flicked the disappointment of a sword with two fingers, and the blade broke in half.

Mixed emotions were displayed across Lance's face, but the scared emotion dominated more than others. After his sword broke, he let go of the weapon and fell into the ground. The sight of a demoness succumbing you into madness is a very scary. Her face was bright red, eyes was deep blue with a horn longer than the other. A true demon.