Y/N left Crowpost and ventured back home, pausing for a moment to look back over the hill to the twin cities beyond.
With a sigh he ignored their calling and made his way home.
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Pushing open the door to his cabin Y/N approached the living room, shoving the couch to one side he knelt by the floor, lifting a rug from its place. There hidden against prying eyes was a safe, turning the knob of the contraption Y/N used the code he had created long ago.
"fourteen, twenty-eight, thirty-one."
The safe clicked open and within it were several objects. Several bags of money lay within, it a few gold bars sat next to those, alongside a pile of checks. It was the pile that drew Y/N's interest and he deposited Gerard's thirty thousand note into the pile. He shut the safe and reorganized his furniture to what it once was.
With a sigh he doffed his armor, the metal dematerializing in puffs of emerald flame.
He stood alone, garbed in trousers, a shirt and a pair of boots.
Walking to his room he threw off his shoes and shirt and lay in his bed.
Closing his eyes, he went fitfully into sleep.
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As always his dreams were assailed by night terrors.
The battlefield visited him once more, around him the cries and screams of the injured and dying surrounded him. He raised his blade the longsword clutched in one hand, shield in the other.
With a roar he charged into battle.
He decapitated the first man he saw, the head rolling forward and body toppling backward. He killed the next man with a backhanded slash, his blade shearing through the mans armor and disemboweling him.
The infidel wailed in horror, clutching at his entrails in a vain attempt to hold himself together. Y/N split his skull in two his longsword crashing down onto his head.
The neigh of a horse alerted him to another, Y/N turned eyes locking onto the cavalry headed his way. The rider bore down on him a curved blade in one hand, the other clutching at the horses reigns.
Cocking his arm back Y/N hurled his sword like a spear. The blade sailed through the air before impacting against the riders horse. The horse let loose a gurgled cry before hitting the ground mid sprint.
Dirt and mud sprayed up from the point of impact and Y/N used his shield to protect himself from the debris. When it was done he marched over to the dying animal.
The rider lay trapped, pinned beneath the weight of the horse. His auburn eyes met Y/N's own and they saw only hatred.
Y/N unbuckled his shield from its place, he knelt beside the man and raised the instrument above him.
With a shout he brought it crashing down against the mans skull. Over and over and over until the riders head was nothing but pulp.
Y/N loosed a roar of fury and he stood ,eyes dashing around the battlefield for his next target.
That was when he saw her.
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Her Knight (Male Reader x Verosika Mayday)
FanfictionY/N was a failure. He had failed his brothers. He had failed God. And he had failed Her. As such it was no surprise that when his time came, he found himself within the depths of Hell. Surrounded by sinners and degenerates of all shapes and sizes Y...
