Oric watched the fighting in a passive manner as he sat in the stands of the Coliseum complacently. He had remained in his cat form through the entire trek to the battle grounds and had preferably watched others go before him and face against the soldiers. Laying on his stomach while on the seat, the demon appeared almost to be asleep, and yet every instance of battle, he watched with careful yellow eyes. Certainly an interesting group of souls the demon thought to himself liking his lips a few times as his tail swished and beat at the still air. After another round of battle had finished, the cat sat straight up in the seat and stretched his front legs out. The prince seemed to notice this motion and perceived it to be advocate for another fight.
“Are you going next?” the prince asked as the demon stretched again and looked towards his addresser. However, the demon just meowed back for a moment before speaking.
“I will if you wish,” Oric answered, and with that, the cat moved down onto the battle grounds. Seating himself on the rough terrain on the far side of the field, Oric stared waiting for the soldiers to make their move. Turning his head to one side, the demon shifted forms and became a man standing where the cat had been. His yellow eyes peered out from almost sunken eye sockets, and his entire face was grotesque in demeanor. His pale skin was wrapped so tightly around the human like bones that muscles of every kind could be seen on display. A black jacket and dark clothing hid his pale form, and yet it was not enough to shield the eyes from the perpetual death like look about him. The yellow eyes shifted to the faces of each guard, and a chuckle started to break loose from the demon and echoed out into the now quiet stadium as though the shear iciness of his laugh had silenced the entire world. A cold air had started to move about the coliseum as though someone had used an ice spell, and yet there was none. The demon’s hair took almost to an unfelt wind for a moment before he crossed his arms and watched his prey before him. The soldiers seemed to stare for a moment, and Oric could taste the suffering fear that he had now placed perfectly along the group. He could taste their nervous feelings, the doubt that had suddenly stricken their hearts, and the sheer anxiety that was running through their circulatory system like the very red liquid that provided them life. This brought a dark laugh up from the demon as he laughed once more straight up into the air around him.
“You humans are annoying,” Oric sighed but kept his face in a grin, “Not even worth my dinner, but don’t worry… I shall make sure you have your fun with me.”
Suddenly there were screams of shock. The shadows along the walls and under the men had elongated and seized each man freezing him in place. Several, who saw their companions being seized, ran for their lives as if they had no more pride for themselves than dogs. Begging voices asked for sanctuary, and yet the demon tread forwards continuing on with a smile plastered on his vsage. The screams only intensified as those that had managed to get away were suddenly seized by their own shadows right form under them. The shadows began to raise up more and seize the men by their shoulders and throats. Some, who managed to beat back the shadows with their wills still struggled in place by the freeze that the demon had placed on them. Smiling wide, the demon stepped forwards still in his human-like form and yet spewing with demonic aura. The fearful screams intensified to an excruciatingly terrible degree, and yet it only brought an even bigger smile upon Oric’s face.
“My my,” Oric began. “Such human vice causes one to abandon his own nature when faced with the likes of me… I find it delightful.” Another laugh escaped the lips of the demon and yet it was high pitched and sounded on the brink of insanity, and it was echoed only by the screams of the soldiers begging for their lives. “And now I shall entreat you to my games of fun,” Oric’s eyes widened to the point that the guards who saw themselves reflected in it knew they were about to be slaughtered. Yet there was nothing they could do about it in the face of the smiling demon.”
Raising his left hand straight to the side, the Oric formed what could only be described as a giant black sythe in his hand. The black blade glistened as though demanding a sacrifice for its summons, and the demon knew exactly what his precious blade would hunger for. It was what he in fact hungered for. They were both the same in truth… hungry for human flesh.
“I shall entreat my friend upon your bodies now,” Oric hummed lightly as he continued to step forwards. “Do you have any last words?”
Many of the men screamed out again begging the prince to do something to save them, and yet before the first row of soldiers could make their pleas known, the demon had slashed directly through the armor of the first victim. Red sticky rain splashed upon the bodies of those near by the man who had just been slashed. It speckled the ground and blushed itself across the face of the demon still smiling. Stepping back, the demon looked at the artwork that he had left of the soldier’s body, and with a calm hand, he pushed back the hair now soaked with blood away from him. Licking the side of his face with one long pointed tongue, the demon smiled a toothed grin to himself. Blood was like a desert like no other. So delicious that one’s mouth watered or rather one demon’s mouth watered. Yet the blood was nothing truly that the demon was after, it was the soul that was starting to emerge from the body nearly a corpse in its own right.
“STOP! I SAID NO KILLING! STOP!” The prince’s voice rang out behind the smiling Oric, and with that, a frown had suddenly appeared across the demon’s face. It was such an unworldly look that had spread across his face that some in the stands half cringed as their eyes moved across his visage. Forcing recomposure, the demon stood firmly tall and turned to the prince who was overlooking from a place in the stands. Next to him stood the fairy glaring down at him as if in a state of agitation.
“I am sorry, my prince,” Oric smiled as he propped himself up with the side of his sythe and stared somewhat complacently at the prince who was now glaring down at him. “I tend to forget very easily you see,” the demon continued half smiling now. “And I was in a moment of fun. So much fun.” He chuckled to himself for a moment but suddenly changed form and became a cat once more sitting on the field as though nothing had happened. “I believe this is a good showing of my abilities,” the cat said aloud looking back at the prince who gave a sharp stare down at him. “I will release the rest of your pathetic group then,” Oric breathed to himself. As soon as the breath escaped him, the demon released the shadows, and they fell apart returning to their original forms leaving the soldiers to fall to their knees.
Yawning, the cat jumped up into the stands and curled about itself in a chair. Closing his eyes, Oric pretended to resume sleep.
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I just now realized how much Oric disturbs my psyche.....I think I need a nap.
-Oric
-KC
