Azrael:Family Awakening

•Chapter 1 - Seth: Blood Edge•

The sounds of a tree falling filled the forest. Leaves crunched as they were stepped upon by a heavy pair of boots.

Holding the axe in his hands, Seth twisted his hips and swung forward, the axe's blade piercing the tree's skin. He repeated this process until it finally fell.

After gathering enough logs, Seth individually and slowly chopped them up into smaller pieces.

He pushed the door to the cabin open, carrying a few logs on his left arm and carrying the axe in his left hand. He dropped the axe, oblivious to the fact that Cassandra sitting at a wooden table opposite him.

  He threw the small spruce logs in the fireplace in front of him, Cassandra eyeing him. "Gee, That sure took long..."She said, her head now facing her nails, admiring them.

Seth looked at her, face empty of emotion and headed back out only to come in with logs, throwing them into the fire.

As the sun fell and the moon rose, Seth was outside, a sword in his hands. It was shaped nicely, slightly curved at the point and a straight blade. The pommel had a basic design, as well as the grip.

Seth dragged this sword through the snow, leaving a trail. Finally, he stopped in front of a tree. He closed his eyes, inhaling the cold air surrounding him.

As he exhaled, he swung his sword at the tree, both in one swift motion. The tree bark had a cut, but upon closer inspection, the tree started falling down.

It fell down and almost hit Seth, missing him by an inch. Seth opened his eyes, finally looking at the fallen tree.

He heard a crunch from behind him. He quickly turned around, the sword's point in the snow. A silhouette of a man could be seen. The shadow spoke, a hint of an American accent in him. "Oh, hey there man! Didn't know a kid like you would be out here," he then chuckled, coming out from the shadows.

"Look, kid, hand over what ya got and nobody gets hurt." He continued. Suddenly, from behind this man, other people appeared, walking up and standing next to him.

"Huh, You know how to use a sword right? You don't use it for cutting down trees!" The man beside the middle exclaimed, pointing to the fallen tree behind Seth.

"I don't have anything." Seth said, strangely calm about the situation. He put his hands in his pockets, dropping the sword and pulling his hands out, revealing nothing.

"How about the sword then, eh? You clearly don't know how to use it." One of them said. Seth grabbed the sword from the snow, walking to them in a calm manner.

"Eh- hey! That's a good obedient dog—." Seth pushes the sword in one of the talking men, blood gushing from his stomach, soaking his shirt of blood.

The other men looked at their comrade and then at Seth. "Why you—." One of them said, their last words as Seth turned around, pulling the sword with his body movement, slicing the man's throat open.

2 corpses. More.

One by one, the men fell to the floor. Blood gushed from where they were stabbed. Some wounds were on their stomach. Others were on their head or throat.

The man who had appeared first chanted something underneath his breath, a bubble of glass forming around him.

Magic, thought Seth. The man started laughing, think Seth could get him. "Pah! Idiot! You honestly think I wouldn't be prepared?" The man scowled at Seth.

Seth held the sword in front of him, vertical. He stayed in that position for a moment, before letting go of that stance and going forward to the man.

The bubble popped, a late reaction to the stance that Seth was in. "Ah- what that fu-." Seth thrusted his sword deep into the man, pulling it out to reveal blood and a tip of an intestine slowly showed itself as it dropped out from the stomach.

8 corpses. 1 more.

Seth wipes his face of blood, heading back to the cabin. "Seth, you annoying ass! You didn't light the fire and there wasn't enough wood!" Cassandra yelled, not noticing his bloody clothes, shut the door behind her to sleep.

The cabin and the forest was completely still, quiet. Seth lightly pushed on the door, opening it. As it made a creek, he entered the room, sword in hand.

Just like cutting wood, he lifted his sword in the air,
and brought it down.

Blood soaked the bedsheets, splattered everywhere.  The head rolled down, a thud produced as it landed on the wooden floor. The once clean and splinterless wood floor was now dark crimson.

The blood covered Seth as he continued, repeating his murderous deed on Cassandra.

How annoying.