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【𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓶𝓪】

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Word Count - 3349
Verklempt - Published 07/2/20

Verklempt: Completely overcome with emotion
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The faint glint of moonlight sliced through the demon's neck, tumbling to the dirt below in a bloodied heap as its body crumbled away to ashes. Silence greeted the shadowy forest, footsteps inaudible as a figure emerged from the dark brush, tilting their weapon to slide back in the safety of its sheath.

The periwinkle steel of the blade illuminated before hiding in its confines, slender and razor thin as delicate kanji was carved into the steel: reciting a dutiful phrase, an oath that all swordsmen would forever engrave into their own minds to accomplish only one task.

Kill all demons.

Turning hastily from the disintegrating body, you continued your longing search for any demons prowling through the darkness. You had just started patrol not long into the night, and it had been a swift job as the ones you found were far too weak to escape. Slashing your blade through each and every neck was a simple task, given you hadn't needed to use any breathing techniques.

A hand was firmly wrapped around the hilt of your katana, tracing delicate fingers over each pointed crescent of the tsuba. It felt cold to the touch, a chilling bite against your skin as the metal glided against your fingers. A chill crept through your uniform, making you grateful for the thick fabric that provided a warmth from the tips of your fingers to your toes. Releasing a small sigh, you placed another hand against your hip, eyes scanning about your surroundings.

Nothing alerted your eyes or ears.

Mentally checking the areas you had already patrolled over, you decided that there were only a few more left until you would quickly scan over the territory once more, and you would retire for the morning. The number of demons had seemed to be declining in your own territory, and even the ones present every so often provided a simple task for you.

Taking another step deeper into the forest, you stopped abruptly as the sudden pungent smell of blood filled the air, making your stomach lurch as your mouth salivated in disgust, your stomach flipping with its presence. Eyes flicking to the spot where the demon you had just killed lay before, they widened when its body was completely gone, not a single droplet of blood staining the ground as every trace of it was gone.

Still no sounds reached your ears, relying on your keen sense of smell as your hesitant footsteps rushed to a staggered sprint. Ducking through the low branches that reached to whip against your face, you crashed through the tree line as curious eyes frantically scanned the clearing.

The smell was stronger than ever, and you were positive that it was stemming from the very spot before you. With it overwhelming your senses, you failed to hear the loud snap from behind. A wintry aura rushed from the trees, making your tied hair sweep across your shoulders, as the strong gust of wind numbed all feeling.

A loud crunch sounded behind you, turning your head in fear as a grotesque sight met your eyes. A figure loomed over your smaller frame, murderous iridescent eyes peering down upon you as they approached with long strides. A severed limb was held lazily in their own, lifting it to bloody lips as they parted to reveal sharp pointed teeth. The sight of them stained red with blood, along with strings of human flesh made your previous meal rise in your throat.