A Warrior through and through

The Reaper.

There existed a time when I would have laughed when I used my gift. There was a time when I craved for the feeling of rage and anger that made my power so much stronger. I remembered all those feelings when that power rushed through me like water down a dry riverbed. Davim stood there staring at me as whisps of raw arcane energy formed and floated around me. I smiled. I moved so fast that he couldn't even see me. To him, it was as if I disappeared and reappeared next to him, with a sword through his gut. He bent over the sword, and for a moment I thought he was dead. Suddenly he looked up at me, his grin wider than ever. Some force threw me into the air, away from him.

I used my magick to suspend myself in the air. Below me, Davim stood straight and looked up at me as if he didn't have a hole in his stomach. Then I saw it. A small tentacle protruded from the hole I made, staunching the flow of blood. Of course! That was how he could manipulate the roots. He had a daemon in him. Rage boiled in my gut. It was time for this abomination to die. I focused and envisioned stone surrounding him, trapping him inside. The ground heard my command and the earth shot up and closed in on him, its motion the reverse of a flower opening up.

"A LITTLE EARTH CANNOT STOP US REAPER!" Davim shouted. I moved further away from him and raised my hand to the sky. Dark clouds quickly formed above me. The cage of earth below me burst open in a flash of red. It was time. I closed my hand to a fist. Lightning crackled in the clouds. I saw Davim raise his hands towards me. Before he could do anything though, I threw my fist towards him, dropping lower to the ground.

The light was intense. Millions of bolts of lightning shot towards him in a pillar. It looked as if the heavens had thrown its stars at him. A loud boom that could be heard form miles away told me that the shot had connected. I could hear him scream over the noise of the lightning. I laughed.

It was a laugh that I was so familiar with. It was the crazed laughter of a man who was once called the reaper. It was the laughter of a man who once thought himself the son of death. It scared me so much that I lost my concentration. The pillar of lightning dissipated and I fell for a few meters before I regained control. I landed gently next to the hole that had formed when the lightning struck Davim.

He was in the hole, quite naked. The blast must have burnt off his clothes. His face and torso was a mix of burnt flesh and tentacles as the dying daemon inside him tried to fix its host. An acrid smell of charred flesh hit my nose. It was a smell that I knew well.

"Why did you do it?" I asked as I gripped her sword tightly and grit my teeth. "Mig promised......He said that together we would kill you. He said that I would be respected again," He rasped, his voice very faint."Respect? You were never respected. You were feared and hated by your people. You did nothing for them Davim. Now, you die."

I thrust the sword where his heart was. It pierced right through him. Davim arched his body and threw his head back. He screached like an animal. The protruding tentacles in his body thrashed around as both he and the daemon died. His flesh disintergrated as the daemon was forced back to the the spirit realm. Soon enough there was nothing left of Davim, my old liutenant.

I took in a deep breath. I was tired, really tired. I looked back to my house which was a mangled pile of wood and roots. There was work to do.

"WHAT ARE YOU!" came a voice. I turned around. It was Noel with what seemed like the whole village behind him. I sighed.

There was alot of work to do