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I don't know how I ended up here. Blood on my hands and a cursed book in them.
Pools and pools of gore and plasma and guts surround me. I feel icky.
Dalton was wrong to send the rest of us here. We're Knights of Sumeria, not deadite destroyers.
Strangely, these deadites are different. I've heard some say they're full-blown demons.
So that's how I ended up soaked in this nasty goop. Chopping through black eyed 'demons'.
The demon who held me, the one that wanted to rip out my guts, was now dead at my feet. He's a bloodied mess as well. A pool of blood around him, some of it still dripping from his mouth. And then his eyes were rolling up, he was dead and gone forever. He lays next to dozens of simar corpses. Some knights, some evil.
I'm looking for this dagger. Kandarian dagger. It's somewhere in the thick of all of this, but where? I feel like I've been running for hours, I need a break. The world seems to be spinning and my legs are shaking from exhaustion. My lungs ache and I can feel every breath rasping past my throat.
I know somebody else is here. Demon bodies are dropping and I didn't take them out. There's a feeling of dread that fills me with terror. Fear gripping at my heart, squeezing until there's no room left inside of my chest.
There's something off about this place. Maybe it's the air or maybe its because of those two men, the ones that just walked by. I caught them through the shadows. They didn't spot me.
That's when I came out into the light. It takes me a few moments of watching the duo walk away before I make up my mind.
"Who the hell are you guys?" My shaky voice manages.
The two turn. One is tall, with longer hair and looks heavily concerned. The other is short and attractive, with a smug look on his face.
"Woah, chill out, lady. We're looking for—"
He stops.
"That book..." The shorter is staring at the cursed book.
Their tone changes, "Why do you have it?" The taller questions.
I scowl, "It's my family's. I'm returning it to them."
The taller nods. The smaller gives me a once over, "You sure? It looks pretty cursed..." He says.
"Fine! My asshole friend summoned a demon. I'm trying to unfuck the situation!" I explain.
The taller eyes the other guy, "Okay. So that's where these demons came from?" His question is directed towards me.
I widen my eyes in shock, "You guys fight the demons?"
The shorter scoffed, "Yeah, it's kinda the family business."
He walks up to me and holds his hand out, "I'm Dean, and this is Sam."
I don't take him up on the handshake, "Wait. The dagger."
