Xanaphia
Evil Midweek Cutie
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
Aurianna plunged her spear through the neck of the demon that charged her. It didn’t take much effort on her part, the demon provided most of the momentum and he lunged at her. Blood sputtered from his black lips as she kicked him off her weapon, scanning the battlefield for a target worthy of her blade.
For many years, the armies of good fought back against the hellish Demon Lords who had sought to enslave humanity. They corrupted the land and those who lived on it, turning both into grotesque mockeries of their former vibrancy. Whether mortals lived in fear of their infernal overlords, Or worshipped them as gods, it made no difference. Every life touched increased their power. Every family torn apart through bloodlust, every maiden forcefully impregnated with demonic offspring, every charismatic cult leader recruiting downtrodden masses to demon worship.
Aurianna’s golden eyes scanned the field, looking for the commander of the enemy troops. Two more imps charged her position flailing with claws and shining, sharp teeth. She smacked one away with the her spear, knocking it off its feet. She pinned the imp there, driving her spear through the soft of its belly. She pulled her short sword from its hilt behind her back, blocking the imp’s initial attack with a wide swing. They traded blows a while longer, until she split open the creature’s throat. A comrade rode towards her upon horseback.
“Pull Back!” He shouted to her as she wiped down the blade of her sword before replacing it in her sheathe.
“Why? It seems they sent nothing but these weaklings…” She responded, retrieving her spear from the dying imp.
“This was a trap to lure us out. Matthias is leading a regiment of Ravenous̶” He explained before the winged demon tackled him off his horse. The scaly monster pinned the young man to the ground preparing to bite chucks from his face. Aurianna was quick to pierce her spear through it’s translucent wings. A shrill shriek of agony filled the air, giving her ally just enough time to thrust his sword into it’s black heart. He pushed the beast off of him and Aurianna offered him a hand up.
“You okay?” she asked as he stood to his feet. He nodded while dusting himself off, catching his breath at his near death. “Good, you won’t mind if I take your horse then,” Aurianna replied quickly, launching herself by her spear onto the Clydesdale's back. The obedient beast was already going full gallop for its owner could protest.
She had heard that Matthias Kavaltaja was seen in these parts, and that was why she was here. The man had once been a beloved paladin and her mentor when she was younger. She had once admired him with every fiber of her being, but hatred replaced reverence since he had betrayed their righteous order. She would be the one to kill him, and end his reign of destruction. But more than that, she had to know why he did it. Why he would betray his heritage? The order? Her?
She could see him now, the glow of his fiery sword signaling his position on the battlefield. She watched as he cut down his former allies with all of the malice his demonic form could muster, and she hardened her heart, as she set the warhorse to charge at full speed, her spear primed to strike the traitor.
For many years, the armies of good fought back against the hellish Demon Lords who had sought to enslave humanity. They corrupted the land and those who lived on it, turning both into grotesque mockeries of their former vibrancy. Whether mortals lived in fear of their infernal overlords, Or worshipped them as gods, it made no difference. Every life touched increased their power. Every family torn apart through bloodlust, every maiden forcefully impregnated with demonic offspring, every charismatic cult leader recruiting downtrodden masses to demon worship.
Aurianna’s golden eyes scanned the field, looking for the commander of the enemy troops. Two more imps charged her position flailing with claws and shining, sharp teeth. She smacked one away with the her spear, knocking it off its feet. She pinned the imp there, driving her spear through the soft of its belly. She pulled her short sword from its hilt behind her back, blocking the imp’s initial attack with a wide swing. They traded blows a while longer, until she split open the creature’s throat. A comrade rode towards her upon horseback.
“Pull Back!” He shouted to her as she wiped down the blade of her sword before replacing it in her sheathe.
“Why? It seems they sent nothing but these weaklings…” She responded, retrieving her spear from the dying imp.
“This was a trap to lure us out. Matthias is leading a regiment of Ravenous̶” He explained before the winged demon tackled him off his horse. The scaly monster pinned the young man to the ground preparing to bite chucks from his face. Aurianna was quick to pierce her spear through it’s translucent wings. A shrill shriek of agony filled the air, giving her ally just enough time to thrust his sword into it’s black heart. He pushed the beast off of him and Aurianna offered him a hand up.
“You okay?” she asked as he stood to his feet. He nodded while dusting himself off, catching his breath at his near death. “Good, you won’t mind if I take your horse then,” Aurianna replied quickly, launching herself by her spear onto the Clydesdale's back. The obedient beast was already going full gallop for its owner could protest.
She had heard that Matthias Kavaltaja was seen in these parts, and that was why she was here. The man had once been a beloved paladin and her mentor when she was younger. She had once admired him with every fiber of her being, but hatred replaced reverence since he had betrayed their righteous order. She would be the one to kill him, and end his reign of destruction. But more than that, she had to know why he did it. Why he would betray his heritage? The order? Her?
She could see him now, the glow of his fiery sword signaling his position on the battlefield. She watched as he cut down his former allies with all of the malice his demonic form could muster, and she hardened her heart, as she set the warhorse to charge at full speed, her spear primed to strike the traitor.
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