A sudden smack across the face caused Oric to turn his head in the direction of the hand. His eyes moved for half a second and then narrowed again. Ice and snow had seemed to suddenly form around him, and the next thing Oric knew, a smack had come from the female demon. A half breath escaped him. STOP THIS! STOP! GET OUT! STOP! A thought roared through Oric’s mind that was not his own. The demon’s eyes narrowed and a growl escaped his throat. Silence you insolent child. Oric’s own thoughts were sharp and seemed to piece the voice of the other’s in his mind.
After a half moment, the yelling had died and vanished. Moving his hand up, Oric pushed the blood from his mouth away and then put his hand up to the side of his face. Damn her…. Oric’s eyes narrowed on Kallik. How did she manage to wake him so easily when it already takes me so much to silence him…..A sharp breath escaped Oric once more, and with a sudden motion, the demon shoved his jawbone back into socket. Suddenly, a laugh escaped Oric as he jumped upwards and stood on the snow. Oric’s head shot back for a moment at the female demon standing in the stands now far away from him. He made no motion to pursue the matter but just turned his head towards the guards now buried in the snow.
“Well,” he smirked as the guards who were trying to unbury themselves looked up at him with a sudden look of horror. “I think I’ll win this then,” a smile cracked across the face of the demon as he walked lightly on the snow towards them. The guards, in the way that one perceives death, began to flush and fight the snow as if trying to get away. The demon before them let out a sharp sigh, and suddenly his hand was clasped around a scythe that had formed from the tendrils of his own shadow.
A scream escaped the men as they began to fight viciously trying to escape the certain death they knew would come upon them if the demon came any closer. Yet the snow had served somewhat as a tight junction and secured the men where they stood. “I think I might even have to thank her for this,” Oric smirked to himself as he continued in the snow with scythe in hand. “Let’s play, ten flying heads. Shall we?” With a smirk, the demon stepped forwards to his first victim as he had the previous fight. Raising his scythe up, the demon looked straight down at the man, and a blood curdling scream escaped the latter of the two as the prior brought down his bloody weapon and slashed straight through the metal that had served as a guard against such attacks. Blood spattered the side of the demon’s face but not in such dexterity as the first fight’s near slaughter. Moving his hand up to the side of his face once more, Oric touched the blood that had spattered there somewhat complacently. A half frown appeared on his face, and a more serious look seemed to fulfill the visage. You’re making me weak, child. Oric’s thoughts seemed to toll like a bell in his own mind. What woke you up?
I… I won’t let you kill anyone…. I won’t! the determined voice from before shouted back as if from the deepest regions of Oric’s own consciousness. I’m awake, and it’s all that matters. I won’t let you kill anyone!
So be it. Oric’s thoughts were sharp and silencing. He stepped forwards towards the next solider and took him down as well. Continuing, the demon slashed through the entire group in a matter of seconds, and yet none were dead. Extremely injured, but none were dead. Turing his head sharply as if to address the female demon still standing in the stands, Oric put a peaceful half smile upon his visage, and yet his eyes narrowed complacently.
“I decided not to kill them,” Oric smirked. “But I think I win the game.” With that, the demon’s scythe seemed to return back into a shadow from under him, and the demon himself formed into a cat once more. Black fur seemed to reflect on the white snow that was still piled and mixing with the red blood…. Leaving the soldiers.
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Writer Notes:
Who was the voice you ask? I won't tell X) Bye now.
-KC
