Tales From Babalangion

Fiend's Requiem

Hmm...dear reader...after all this time...I think I shall allow you to know what awaits those chosen by Malumbrax, of course dear reader, know what shall be recounted to you holds more weight then most any tale I have since told so far. Beware your mind, your body, and your soul, any could lead to your downfall.

Kizinsee charged down the battlefield, the roar of his men loud behind him. But it did not distract him, his green cloak trailing behind him as his armor glinted in the light, his short sword's tip mere inches from the ground he raced him, his buckler on his arm, his red hair burning in the afternoon light. For right now he had a target set in front of him. A sickening myriad of monsters, fiends, beasts, devils. Kizinsee had heard word that a small band of fiends had taken up residence in a cave near the outer rim of Lesin's borders. He had made a request to his lord as soon as he could, practically begging him to allow him and his men to hunt down the monsters and eradicate them, a request his lord allowed. Any who knew of Kizinsee knew him for his hatred of fiends. Many hated them, but Kizinsee hated them the most, enjoying their slaughter, not out of joy in victory, but loss of their lives. Many a tale spoke of how Kizinsee would see any battle as a win if even a single fiend lost their life. Many more said his hair was not truly red, but overly stained from fiend blood that he refused to wash away. But that is the past, and the past doesn't kill fiends, his blade does. Speaking of which, he could see a massive green fiend, a single large pink eye with a feline pupil, fangs that drooled rivers of spit. It roared and reared a club made of an old willow and swing. Kizinsee slid under, but the three men behind him were not so fast and he could hear their armor break and their ribs snap from the force. Even the tree broke under the swing, which forced the fiend to use it's clawed fists, slashing and punching at his men. Kizinsee would allow his men to fight the disgusting afront to humanity. He turned to the cave, he wanted to get the glory and slay those inside the cave.

The cave was damp and smelled like he would expect from a fiend's den. But Kizinsee had no care as he delved deeper. Soon enough he found the heart of the cave, where two other fiends were. Both were similar to the one outside, though both were smaller, one seemingly female and red. The female rose, staring him down as it picked up a boulder and hurled it. But Kizinsee was faster, jumping to the right and rushing in, side stepping the fiend's attacks and with one swing his blade cleaved through the artery in it's left leg, bringing the fiend to a knee. But just as Kizinsee was about to impale it through it's pathetic eye, the smallest one, presumably a child of the revolting specie charged, no weapon save it's own natural weapons. Kizinsee could see that a mile away as he side stepped, the child's unrefined strike hitting ground. Kizinsee slashed their arm, bright red blood gushing out, coating Kizinsee from head to toe. To be covered in the blood of a fiend made Kizinsee feel alive, the very sensation stirred a primal fire in his loins. He would most enjoy the spoils of this conquest, already thinking where to cut the hole on the female once he had killed them both. The child swatted with it's other hand, which Kizinsee easily evaded and counter attacked, slahing the runts fingers off. The child fiend screeching in pain, it sounded almost like a human babe's squeal. The fact made him want to slit the fiend's throat. But he could not as the moment the child cried out the female roared, the pain from before forgotten as it was on him in moments, and yet Kizinsee had a moment to side step, but his foot caught on some moss, sending him tumbling as his last moments alive had him falling, the female's fist, about the size of his body speeding towards his form.

~*CRACK*~

Kizinsee's eye darted open. Did he die? All he knew was in a dark room, on his knees. Then before him appeared a sickening a front to human nature.  A horrifying visage with skin covered in black cracks that oozed black pus, arms and legs that resembled intertwined, oily black cords and gloves that were hole riddled, the holes not revealing any skin but rather empty darkness. Their face held empty eyes and their mouth was lined with flat white teeth, a see of ivory coated in rivers of crimson. The disgusting abomination stepped closer.