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Aye, looks like it did get sent here. Should've posted it here from the beginning. Silly me. Anyway.
The Devil inside me, Chapter II
In the church there was an up to a hundred metres long corridor, decorated with a beautiful mosaic carpet. Light shone from the end of the corridor. I started moving towards the light. The voices of a person praying became apparent. He was praying in an unknown language, repeating the same sentence. In great anxiety, I increased my movement speed. Ten metres away from the altar, I stopped. I raised my head. Now I saw the prayer clearly. He was standing with his back to my side. He had long red hair that reached down to his belt. He was wearing an armor crafted from the scales of a silver dragon. He was moving his hands in a pattern, likely by means of some strange ritual. His hands and legs were covered in blood soaked bandages.
„You finally made it. I was beginning to think that you wouldn’t,“ he said, calmly turning his head to me.
Long fangs. Inhumanly black eyes. There was no doubt – It was Him.
„Sanryu,“ I whispered. „You should have died a long time ago!“
„But here I am. Yes, both the people of Heaven and the Underworld wish my death because of my ever-growing power. But in Hell, no daemon wants to make an alliance with another to kill me, since they cannot trust each other. The forces of Heaven, on the other hand, refuses to directly interfere with the business of mankind, God knows why. The two greatest threats are gone. I will live a few centuries, and if my power grows enough powerful, I will destroy all of Earth with one great spark. That affects the destiny of creatures beyond mankind, but Heaven doesn’t have to know. Of course, I will kill you before you get the chance to reveal that bit of information.“
„I won’t ask how a freak such as yourself could live multiple centuries, but ever since you destroyed my life, you are destined to die!“
„Before you attack me, remember that you are as self centered as I am! You care only of your own life.“ He pulled out his runed two handed sword and took a defensive stance.
He was right. I didn’t care. Eager to fight, I took my axes and started running towards him. He hit my leg with the flat side of his sword, enough strongly to make me fall down. Before I could react, he threw his sword at me. The sword cut through my back and reached deep into the ground. He was smiling. I couldn’t breathe. I gathered all my remaining strength and made a surprise attack with both of my axes. The first axe hit his right hand, cutting it off. The second axe cut deep into his skull.
In amazement, he looked at the place where his hand used to be. Blood was pouring on the floor. Most of the floor was covered in both of our blood.
„For a thousand years, I’ve fought against humans. You are not human. Whoever sent you here, they are probably happy that both of us are dying. And so, the ordinary boring human evolution continues.. Or not?“ He fell down and didn’t speak anymore.
I tried to remove the sword from my back with the rest of my strength but in vain. I stayed there, lying. I started thinking about my life.
He was the only unnatural person I ever met, at least to the best of my own knowledge. How did I get such a rush of power? How am I so strong anyway? Why did I follow him to such a great extent? And all in all, thinking about all the actions I made in life, if someone sent me there, was it from Heaven – or Hell?
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