Inquisitors; Rulers Of Past

End of Pride 2

Candy charged forward, her eyes fixated on the daemon, not looking anywhere else. She was, however stopped dead in her tracks when a white tentacle broke out of the ground centimeters in front of her. The tentacle twisted for a while, falling with a great force in her direction. Candy rolled out of the way and charged again, giving it a taste of its own medicine as she sent her whip flying. Her whip however, did not reach the daemon as more tentacles popped out of the ground, blocking her attack.

Candy jumped back as more tentacles sprouted out of the ground, with an even more terrifying speed than before. She grunted as the sharp end of one of its tentacles grazed her shoulders. She spun round, attacking violently with her whip at the tentacles. The slashed tentacles immediately withdrew into the ground. But the daemon still seemed unfazed by this. Its eye portrayed boredom. Candy knew that. She had to be quicker and faster, she had to strike its core before its attention came on her.

Channeling the light energy to her feet, she propelled herself at it. Tentacles shot out of the ground aiming right for her head. Having foreseen this, she stopped midway, dashing to the left, running in circles around it. She stopped suddenly, making a dash to attack it from behind. The daemon shot out tentacles at her. Candy maneuvered her way through the attack, sliding under one attack and somersaulting over another, swinging her whip with full force. The dagger appeared in front of the daemon, embedding itself in the monster's chest. The daemon only looked at the dagger, as if it had found a new organism.

Candy planted her feet in the ground and began to pull with a monstrous force. The daemon budged. As if finding out her intentions began to spin round. Candy lost her footing, being dragged like a rug. Tried as she did, her attempts to regain her footing were futile.

Barry couldn't watch any longer, jumping in. He thrust his spear at the daemon's core, only for it to slide of, breaking a part of its skin. The daemon's eye turned to look at Barry, shocked. It shrieked loudly, stopping immediately which sent Candy flying towards the ground. The daemon retracted a tentacle from the ground and swatted Barry away like a fly. Barry broke his fall as he pinned his spear to the ground. He took a deep breath. The daemon was now fully alert. That was really bad, but he could use it to his advantage. Pointing his spear at the daemon he charged, spinning the spear in haphazard manner. The spearhead began to deform, widening until it become much longer and wider. He avoided the daemon's tentacles that shot out from the ground, slashing at few that were aimed directly at him. The daemon moved backwards avoiding the slash aiming to cut him in a clean half only to realize that it was just a red aura it had followed. Barry was already behind it ready to thrust his spear straight through its abdomen.

His plan however was thwarted.

Barry didn't know when she had gotten up, but then she was already on his shoulders. "Thanks for the lift," Candy said, as she jumped with full force.

"Wait..." But Barry was already on the ground. Candy touched the ceiling and, using it as a foothold, shot herself at the daemon, stabbing it in the eye.

The daemon shrieked even louder. It began to twist and turn violently. The tentacles broke out from the ground, transforming the terrain into a jagged puzzle. Candy jumped of the daemon, only to be hit in the head with a large tentacle. She tumbled to the ground, slowly losing consciousness.

"Wake up!" The man yelled, kicking her in the stomach. The young Candy, groaned, standing up and looked at the man menacingly. The man inhaled his cigar and breathed out the smoke in her face. "Move your ass," the man ordered, turning to another poor boy who was asleep.

Candy would later realize that the place she was born in was called Belgium. And not many people knew this but then kidnapping in this part of the world was a common thing. It happened all over the world, children taken away from their parents and forced to become mercenaries, streetwalkers, and worse; daemon hunters. She despised her life. Just because she could use a rei didn't mean that she needed to kill daemon, or least that was what the ugly man had said. With the dagger in her hand, she walked towards the pit. The sounds of daemons screaming didn't scare her anymore. It made her even angrier. She jumped in stabbing at the surprised daemon. All the daemon could do was shriek as the little girl plunged her knife in its back until she struck its core. She turned to look at the boy who had jumped in with her only to see his head rolling on the floor as the daemon, munched on his torso. She charged at the daemon, stabbing it right in its core. She continued to pierce it over and over until it dissipated. Then, she walked to the ladder and climbed up to the top, attracting the stares of the other children around her. The man smiled, displaying his brown teeth.