The Green Knight

Chapter 14

Half an hour after the massacre at the camp, the citizens of Camelot went about their daily business, unaware of the horrors soon to unfold. The bustling marketplace was alive with the usual chatter, merchants haggling, children playing, and townsfolk laughing. But as the day progressed, something began to shift. The sky, once clear and bright, darkened unnaturally fast. Thunderclouds, thick and menacing, rolled in strangely from above, swallowing the sun and casting a pall over the city. The clouds twisted and churned, emitting flashes of lightning, but this was no ordinary storm. The lightning wasn't white or blue. It was orange, fiery, almost like molten metal splitting the sky. The crackle of energy grew louder, and people began to slow in their tracks, looking up at the sky in confusion and fear.

Whispers and gasps filled the streets as the clouds converged over the Camelot castle itself. Suddenly, from the center of the swirling storm, a beam of light shot down from the heavens. But this light was twisted, dark at its core with pulsing red outlines, a beam that seemed to carry with it the promise of death and destruction. It struck the castle with a thunderous crash, shaking the ground beneath the city and sending shockwaves through the streets. Citizens screamed, stumbling in terror as the energy coursed through the city, rippling through the air like a shockwave of impending doom.

From that beam of light, the sky opened, and out poured the demons...

Horrific creatures of all shapes and sizes emerged, their skin slick with blood, their eyes glowing with an insatiable hunger. They descended upon the city, terrorizing the citizens, their claws and fangs tearing into flesh with brutal precision. But the demons weren't here to kill, not yet. They injured and maimed, reveling in the suffering of their victims, leaving people on the brink of death, their bodies mangled and broken but still clinging to life. The city echoed with the cries of the wounded, and panic spread like wildfire.

The city guards, trained and disciplined, rushed into action. At the head of them was Chief Quinton. He barked orders, rallying his men despite the terror that gripped their hearts.

Chief Quinton: Form ranks! Protect the citizens! Fight these monsters and drive them back!

The guards drew their weapons, their faces pale but resolute as they charged toward the demons. But it was no use. The demons, with their unholy strength and speed, overpowered the guards with ease. Swords clanged uselessly against their armored hides, spears shattered like twigs, and shields were torn apart like paper. The guards were flung aside, their bodies smashed into the stone walls of the city, their bones snapping like kindling. Some were left barely breathing, others writhing in agony, but none stood a chance against the sheer force of the demonic onslaught.

Meanwhile, inside the castle, King Arthur walked with calm, deliberate steps through the darkened halls. The once magnificent stone walls now glowed with a red, demonic hue, as though the very castle had been infused with the power of Hell itself. He entered his throne room, a grand hall now warped and twisted by the dark magic that flowed through it. The air was thick with the stench of brimstone, and the flickering light of torches cast long, eerie shadows across the room.

Kneeling before him, the Knights of the Round Table, his most loyal and proud warriors, were now corrupted by the same malevolent power that filled the castle. Each one of them bowed their heads to their king...

King Arthur: The time has come. The offer I made with the Inferno Lord has borne fruit. Our path is clear. The humans of Arthurian Isle, weak and pitiful, shall fall before us. And in their place, we will rule, our dominion stretching beyond this land and into the very heart of the mortal world. The demons of Hell shall be our vanguard, our instruments of destruction. This land shall be their gateway, their new domain. Our domain.