TW: This chapter has graphic and slightly gruesome description of violence. If you feel uncomfortable, please, skip this chapter and the next one. I'll ensure everyone who doesn't enjoy the violent scenes has a brief description of the encounter with the hunters so you can comfortably get back to the story later.
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Joseph was walking through the battlefields, looking around at his fallen fellow soldiers. He held his sword as firmly as his blood-covered hands allowed him to. It was his blood or others'? He didn't know and didn't care.
In the distance, he saw an enemy soldier move back to his battalion, his armor making him slow and visible under the sunlight. Under the impression that all his foes had died, the young man didn't care about hiding - a shame, truly. If he had been just a little bit more diligent, he would have had saved his own life.
Joseph ran for him and let out a last scream. His people were dead, the ones he should have protected no longer existed. He could move freely, differently from the soldier, since he had no more than a sword, a shield, and muddied clothes. Nothing more than that, nothing else left to lose.
If his attack failed, he'd die in battle as he has always been trained to do. He'd join the skies with honor to spend the rest of eternity with his friends. Dying was a better prospect than living.
Unfortunately for him, the soldier in front of Joseph was as inexperient as he seemed: the man held his shield, thinking the heavy metal would be enough to contain a single man, exhausted and barely standing. However, when Joseph got closer, he saw the anger in those eyes, the stains of blood on his face, and hate, despair, and lunacy took over his body. That view was too stressful for the young man, who got so fearful that let his spear fall into the ground.
One clean cut between the helmet and the armor.
The remaining soldiers were already far, moving back to their land and celebrating the victory of their battle. Joseph was the only survivor from his village and his existence wouldn't even cross their killers' minds.
During the next days, he wandered aimlessly through the nearby woods, feeding on what he was able to hunt and treating any drop of water as liquid gold. When he finally came across a small little town, his body caved in as soon as he set foot in the closest tavern.
Took him days to wake up again. In the middle of the night, he opened his eyes to a place he didn't know. The softness of the blanket on top of him made Joseph think that thing should cost more than he had ever earned in his life. He sat on the bed, looking around at the big room where he recovered, and realized he had no wounds. No pain, no hunger. A lot of thirst.
What was happening? Had all of that been a dream?
- Good, you're up. I was getting worried.
A man a bit older than himself opened an unsettling smile. His eyes were full of expectations and red as he had never seen before.
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The hunters did not try to be discreet, as they knew their presence was expected.
Instead, they just crossed the metal gates to the door of the ashy-pink house. They could see spell circles on the lawn, even though they didn't understand what they were going to be used to cast. They could also see pairs of eyes sneaking at them behind closed curtains.
They're confident they'd win the battle as they did in Portugal. It didn't matter the Klavens were a stronger coven and were more prepared for their arrival. The time of the non-human creatures on Earth was up.
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