AKUMA OF THE NORTH

chapter 5

WAR

War. It was beautiful. No matter how you'd look at it, every one was a bad person in another person's story.

Everyone is evil, its just a matter of the perspective of who the story is being told by.

If you killed someone in a battle field, no matter who attacked first, you're the bad guy to that persons off spring, relative or lover.

War was NOT child's play.

Uruloki charged into the fields, she used her internal body heat as a sort of lubricant to try to free up the armour. Slashing through throats as she went deeper into the fields on her horse. Her strategy was beautiful. Beheading men in helmet, going deeper. She was looking for the commander. Half way through her massacre, she was drenched in blood of people she didn't care to know about.

She smiled as her men accompanied her. The casualties were few on her men as she took the lead slaughtering as many men as she could. She was untouched even after single handedly killing 500 men on her own.

When they fell back, Uruloki and the rest of hell pack knights that she had set up their tents.

Resting. "Is my Amour ready mage?" She asked as he stepped into her tent

"Yes, ohimesama" he said bowing slightly.

She heard footsteps... but no scent.

She charged again, this time, trying to speak with the men in question taking her horse and standing proud "surrender and there won't be any more bloodshed!" And they said nothing. She sighed and went back to the land they had seized and told her men to march forward.

Something was off, she could sense it. She put on her new armour. It was of a silver colour and was more sturdy. The garment it self had a hood and a cape, making her look like a secret weapon.

She'd reward this mage handsomely if they made it out.

After the meeting with the commander on formation, they spread out. Her on the front lines.

There was something wrong. She was faster today and they fell back easily, going to regroup.

She heard footsteps from above, the highlands and she smelt blood. She could hear running but absolutely no scent, like air.

"Ohimesama, is there a problem?" The commander asked while she focused in the bushes.

"Five- no seven archers are dead" she said pointing at the high land trees.

"Ohime-Sama?" The commander asked looking in the direction of where she pointed. Her hand going ablaze as she snapped her fingers and a yelp and a turd.

"Intruder!" One of the knights called pointing at a small falling figure. But then another fell after that one.

She didn't have to order before 10 knights rushed over there. She felt sticky from all the blood on her and she headed back to her tent.

She stared at the plan.

They knew the enemies location and if they could drive them further back, they'd have no choice but to surrender or to let their kingdom get infiltrated.

She smirked to herself. What ever her parents were paying them was not enough to undo the damage she'd leave and it was a promise.

The mage, who had become her personal advicor walked in, taking her eyes from her plan and facing him.

"Ohimesama" he bowed as he walked in.

Uruloki nodded for him to raise his head and speak.

"We've caught the suspect. He seems not much older than you. Possibly younger. The other figure wasn't spotted." He spoke and she nodded at him.

"I'd be right there." She said and he left. She took her cape and walked with authority over to the tent the mystery boy was being apprehended.

She nodded for the guards to escuse them. Her eyes twitched in amusement at the little boy who had his head hung low, having a thick brown fur hood over his head, seeing as how he was able to kill 10 total of her big men.

"Are you going to talk or should i make you?" She asked taking the seat in front of him and smirking at him.

"I already told them I'd tell them everything I knew. But your commander insisted on excerting revenge for some reason" he spoke, finally lifting his head up.

She was staring into cat like yellow eyes that seemed to glow dimly with the moon light being their source of light.

She instantly felt captivated.

"How can someone like you who killed 10 of my men, just spill?" She asked a smirk on her face as she arched a brow at him.

"Firstly, I'm very beautiful admist the hood, and I have really delicate skin. I've really been grooming myself. Secondly, I have a very low pain tolerance and thirdly, I generally hate pain" the boy trying to make gestures by moving his head from side to side since his hands were tied behind his back.

Uruloki took off her helmet and shook her auburn gold hair free. She beefed at him in a sadistic manner "selfish, I like it." She said to him and the wind blew forcing his hood off as he looked up at her.

They stared at each other for a while. "Senpai-" she breathed her smirk growing wider.

Her aura sadistic.

"I promise I won't let anyone lay a hand on you. I feel like I'd need you soon enough" she beemed at him. "Talk" she ordered.

"It's quite obvious that your parents don't want you alive. So, they've been gathering an army, meeting other bigger packs for help. They said you're Dom kind of evil or something" her eyes seemed brighter. He ignored the aura around her and continued "honestly, I was told we were coming out here to slay a Dragon and since some females even volunteered I decided to come along too. My father didn't care much. But to see a girl my age? Now that was mind blowing! The way you cleared a path through all those men I'm sure their various Lunas would be clawing at themselves." He said, his eyes glemering as he spoke about her brutality.

She laughed. Throwing her head back "I'm flattered but do tell me the ordeal. I feel delighted" she spoke honestly as she continued to stare him and like wise. She could tell he had a knack for being in the audience for violence.

His eyes hardened. "You must be wondering who the commander is" he spoke his eyes going serious.

She smirked at him.

"Your own would betray you. Turn their backs on you. All they are waiting for is your death and your parents would surrender. They plan to give a surprise attack tomorrow at dawn. They seem persistent on getting your head. The commander of all this is-" a gash of the night wind blew, as he spoke the last words.