Carnage Hero
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“The defense armies are dwindling by the second!” One demon said, shouting to his men behind him; his voice cracked during the sounds of flesh being butchered. “He’s slaughtering everyone in his path! We need the offensive squadron, now!”
Sprays of blood splattered against the stone walls as bodies of red demons with small horns dropped to the marble floor one by one. A man walked through the hallways filled to the brim of death as he swung his blade to his side to remove any bits of body tissues stuck onto it; the red blade has a black line in the middle from the tip to the top of the hilt. After walking some distance, the man stopped upon hearing footsteps from a vast number of enemies stomping on the ground rushing to his location.
The red-horned demons were armed with weapons designed to tear a human’s body apart limb by limb. One of them rallied out a war cry to lead a charge against the intruder, whom entered their fortress deep in the green, thick forest, by overwhelming him through sheer numbers on their side at once. The man clenched his hand on the hilt and bolted towards the massive horde as his blade is parallel to the ground.
He thrust his blade forward, jabbing straight through a red demon’s skull, coming out to the other side of his head. The red-horned demons did not become unnerved by witnessing the instant death of one of their comrades, as a dozen of them surrounded the single man with spears, lunging their weapons at his torso. Yet, the spears slithered off against the metal plate on the man’s body, causing their bodies to move shift and lose their balance.
The man raised his blade in the air and gave it a hard flick to his right side, launching the pierced red demon off his blade towards the staggered ones. As the demons collapsed on the floor, the man placed his left foot forward as his raised the blade above his head, then striking downward to the ground. The sheer pressure of the swing created a powerful wave of sharp wind, slicing through the front of the horde and turning them into chunks of meats. He arched over, slowly raising his head to see the bodies collapse on the floor as more of the horde from the back continued to push forward. He smiled, please with more action coming straight for him.
Deep in the fortress, behind the great wooden doors, exist a room filled with beautiful artifacts and treasures spread everywhere. In the middle, lies the ruler of the domain sitting on the throne made of human bones. He was a large demon with a human-like appearance, that had pale skin and long, black smooth hair. His eyes were glistering crimson red, with sharp fangs and pointy ears. He turned to the jester, a small, red demon that wore gaudy, bright colored attire standing beside him. He had a blue and red Fool’s hat with a single bell on the end of its point and blue, pointy shoes. The jester noticed his lord looking at him.
“What is it, Lord Zyster?” The jester asked.
“Jester… the Chosen one has finally come to my domain.” Zyster said, hearing the screams of agony ring through the halls of his fortress. “I was preparing for his arrival… but to think that he was able to fight his way through thousands of Demons with ease… this is a notable feat.”
“Yes, Lord Zyster…. The Chosen one is a formidable opponent, as to be expected from the man chosen by the Gods.” The jester answered. “Zyster, if you defeat the Chosen one, you will gain a huge surge of popularity with the Demon society, especially the other Demon lords. Perhaps even the Demon Duke will resign the title to you. Considering your skill, and the skill of the chosen one… you are vastly superior in both combat experience and magic. Regardless of him defeating our armies, there is a reason why you are his first challenge, and it will be his last. You should not be concerned, my lord.”
Zyster let out a small laugh at the jester’s encouraging comments about the Demon Duke passing his title onto him. He was amused of the jester’s words but felt the sincerity in his statements. “Good… then the screams of agony of my dying men will not be in vain. Their sacrifice will be a worthy cause to boost our kingdom to a new level.” Zyster’s nails dug into the back of the human skulls where his arms were resting on.
The gigantic wooden door opened just slightly, revealing to be one of the red-horned demons sliding his way in. He was covered in the flesh of his comrades, with his eyes in distraught as he rushes to the Lord and his jester. He fell before their feet, unable to speak properly when he lifted himself up from the floor. “My… Lord…. They… all of them…” Tears formed around his eyes; his hands shook in terror. He fell, once again, on his knees, placing his hand over his stomach.
“You do not need to speak, my child.” Zyster interrupted him. “The chosen one is a powerful opponent… I will handle the rest once he gets to my chambers here. You don’t need to risk your life anymore.”
“No…! You don’t understand. We’re not dealing with the chosen one!” The red-horned demon cried out. Zyster and the jester both stared at each other with confusion on their faces. “We don’t know who this guy is!”
“What?” Zyster said.
The gigantic door was kicked opened by the man from earlier, covered in blood and guts, as he walked in the room. He held a demon’s head on one hand with his blade on the other, as he made his way to the middle of the room, heading towards the throne. The red demon rushed behind the throne, as the Lord and his jester stared at the man with utter ambiguity. An unknown man had appeared in their domain and trouncing their powerful forces with ease.
The jester step forward, positioning himself in front of Zyster. “Who’re you?” He stared at the man. He was considerably older, perhaps in his late twenties. He was black, had a large, black wavy afro-textured hair and brown eyes. By glance, he was tall, around 1.8 meters, and based on the way he swung that sword, it was clear he was an athletic man. He wore a white tee, fitted him perfectly, with black pants and sneakers.
The blood-covered man stopped with just mere inches from the jester and dropped the head on the floor. “Well, I never really thought of a name for myself, but I had been referred as…” He raised his right foot over the head and stomp it with considerable amount of force. “Carnage Hero.” Carnage Hero raised his blade upwards slightly towards the lord, the jester being just mere inches away from the blade. “Where’s the princess?”
Jester looked down towards the floor to see Carnage Hero raised his bloody foot from the splattered remains of the head. He was disgusted of what he had done. “Carnage… Hero?” Jester was unfamiliar with the name as he backed away from the blade.
Zyster, on the other hand, held his composure. He observed the bloody warrior and noted that there were no noticeable marks on his body, not even scratches. How can anyone, other than individuals who holds the title of hero, managed to butcher his army in the extent like this? He checked for any notable items he had on his possessions. He had no visible armor nor helmet, carrying nothing more than a blade, a strange gauntlet attached on his left hand and a bag around his torso. “You’re clearly no average man.”
The lord stood up from his throne after his observations. Zyster’s red eyes glowed brilliantly; his hands rapidly transformed as razor-sharp claws and increased in size. The jester stepped out of the way, realizing that his lord was preparing for battle. “Carnage Hero… You are certainly strong in your own right, but your little charade ends here. I’ll consider this as a warm-up before the chosen one arrives.”
“Guess you’re just going to ignore my question.” Carnage Hero swung his blade to remove the bits of flesh that stuck onto it.
“Come at me.”
Zyster was several meters taller than the Carnage Hero. He raised his right hand, extending it wide, with a grim expression on his face. “You’ll taste the anger of all of my men you slaughtered.” Streams of red-light flow from his right hand as he did an immediate strike towards Carnage Hero’s chest, but the tip of his claws snapped off upon impact on the metal plate hidden underneath his shirt. His eyes widened as the burning sensation rushed to his fingers, flaring up discomfort. Zyster shrieked, pulling back his arm, but Carnage Hero grabbed it, pulling him forward instead.
Everything happening so quickly, Zyster felt a gush of blood pouring out, and a sudden rush of pain radiating even more than his injured claws. He looked down, realizing that his right arm had been chopped off. He shouted upon the revelation, instinctively reached for the stump to prolong the bleeding. He tried to move back, but his foot hit the back of the step towards his throne, falling backwards onto the chair. Zyster opened his eyes, locking onto the eyes of Carnage Hero, who was making his way towards him, tightening the grip on the hilt of his blade.
“Jester!” Zyster cried out to him.
The jester narrowed his eyes in shock, seeing the distraught his lord was in. In a fury of emotions on protecting him, he raised his right foot and stomp the ground to create an echo of sound within the chambers. This did not deter the Carnage Hero, who started to run towards the lord with his blade, parallel to the ground, with intent to slice him in half. The jester clapped his hands once and created a barrier surrounding Carnage Hero. It was a dense barrier that grows stronger through each echo as the jester stomp his feet. Within the barrier, sharp needles form, targeting the malicious man in all directions. Jester raised his hands in the air, coiling his fingers, able to control the movements of the needles. He clenched his hands tightly as a motion to initiate all the needles at once to tear Carnage Hero’s flesh apart.
Yet, the orb on Carnage Hero’s gauntlet started to glow brightly, causing the needles to vanish in thin air. It let out a pulse of energy around him, shattering the barrier into pieces. It surprised the Jester that his magic was dispelled quickly. Without hesitation, the Carnage Hero motion his blade by raising it slightly above his right shoulder and sliced Zyster’s upper torso diagonally clean. Zyster’s pupils narrowed, his mouth became bloated before blood came out of his mouth, nose and ears.
His upper torso slid off from his body, crashing onto the ground near the jester; the latter, along with the red demon cowering in fear, screamed in horror.
“My lord!” The Jester tried to approach his fallen lord, but Carnage Hero pushed him out of the way and jammed his sword through Zyster’s skull, twisting it multiple times.
“Alright…” He removed the blade from his head, then proceeding to stomp it with his foot multiple times. “Where is the princess?” He asked the jester. “And you better answer my question.”
“T-there is no princess! We never had a princess!” The jester answered as tears start to drip from his face. He was holding the body of his fallen lord in his hands.
“Huh?” The Carnage Hero looked around in the chambers. “Are you sure? I was told that the princess was being held in the castle of Lord Cluster.”
The jester’s eyes enlarged with confusion. He turned his head faintly at Carnage Hero. “No… what… this isn’t even the Cluster Kingdom. You… this is the Zyster Kingdom…!” Jester held onto the body tighter. He was on the verge of vomiting. “You… you came in here, without even knowing where you were?!”
“Oh, this is the Zyster Kingdom…?” Carnage Hero scratched his head. “I see… so I came here for nothing.” He looked around, seeing the bloody mess he made. “Well, I’m already this deep in this anyways, so I might as well finish the job.” Carnage Hero raised his blade slightly above the Jester.
Few hours had passed and the fortress of Lord Zyster was laid to waste. It was a bloodbath in all counts, void of all life except for Carnage Hero, and the red demon was still cowering in fear. “There a lot of neat items they have here.” Carnage Hero was ravaging through all the items in the chambers after he finished decimating mostly everything in the fortress. A shining object caught his attention, so picked it up, revealing to be a golden coin. “Cut perfectly… this is worth a lot.” Golden coins of this quality are usually rare, but not surprising considering that the Kingdom was profiting off human resources. Carnage Hero heard birds singing in harmony; he looked up at the windows, seeing that the skies were clear, bright and blue. “If I make haste to the Cluster Kingdom, I can make it before nightfall.”
The red demon behind the throne saw a spear near the beheaded jester. His eyes were riddled with anger, so he grabbed it to avenge his fallen brethren. He poked his head out once, seeing that Carnage Hero was still preoccupied with looting through their goods.
Taking this distraction as an opportunity to make a move, the red-demon placed his right hand two-thirds from the middle point of the spear for the right balance. Using his fingers to grasps the shaft of the spear, as his thumb rides along the bottom, he held a tight grip. A similar stream of red light from his hand coated the spear as the demon positioned himself by holding it above his eyes; he took one step forward towards the target to begin his momentum. After crossing several meters, he pulled his arm back behind his head, then twist his hips forward as he launched the bladed weapon at Carnage Hero. The more distance it cross, the coated energy became bigger from the build-up of wind pressure.
Yet, Carnage Hero stood up promptly, turning around and catching the coated spear with his left hand. “Too bad for you…” Carnage Hero snapped the spear in half as the gauntlet release another pulse of energy to remove the coated energy around it. The red demon’s eyes were wide; his face went from anger to terror; his body shook in horror that his efforts were in vain. As Carnage Hero approached him with his blade touching the tip of his skull, the red demon fell on his knees, unable to do anything.
“Why are you doing this!?” Red demon shouted at him.
“I’m here to save the princess and get some ass.” Carnage Hero pulled his arm back and drove the blade through its head.
Sprays of blood splattered against the stone walls as bodies of red demons with small horns dropped to the marble floor one by one. A man walked through the hallways filled to the brim of death as he swung his blade to his side to remove any bits of body tissues stuck onto it; the red blade has a black line in the middle from the tip to the top of the hilt. After walking some distance, the man stopped upon hearing footsteps from a vast number of enemies stomping on the ground rushing to his location.
The red-horned demons were armed with weapons designed to tear a human’s body apart limb by limb. One of them rallied out a war cry to lead a charge against the intruder, whom entered their fortress deep in the green, thick forest, by overwhelming him through sheer numbers on their side at once. The man clenched his hand on the hilt and bolted towards the massive horde as his blade is parallel to the ground.
He thrust his blade forward, jabbing straight through a red demon’s skull, coming out to the other side of his head. The red-horned demons did not become unnerved by witnessing the instant death of one of their comrades, as a dozen of them surrounded the single man with spears, lunging their weapons at his torso. Yet, the spears slithered off against the metal plate on the man’s body, causing their bodies to move shift and lose their balance.
The man raised his blade in the air and gave it a hard flick to his right side, launching the pierced red demon off his blade towards the staggered ones. As the demons collapsed on the floor, the man placed his left foot forward as his raised the blade above his head, then striking downward to the ground. The sheer pressure of the swing created a powerful wave of sharp wind, slicing through the front of the horde and turning them into chunks of meats. He arched over, slowly raising his head to see the bodies collapse on the floor as more of the horde from the back continued to push forward. He smiled, please with more action coming straight for him.
Deep in the fortress, behind the great wooden doors, exist a room filled with beautiful artifacts and treasures spread everywhere. In the middle, lies the ruler of the domain sitting on the throne made of human bones. He was a large demon with a human-like appearance, that had pale skin and long, black smooth hair. His eyes were glistering crimson red, with sharp fangs and pointy ears. He turned to the jester, a small, red demon that wore gaudy, bright colored attire standing beside him. He had a blue and red Fool’s hat with a single bell on the end of its point and blue, pointy shoes. The jester noticed his lord looking at him.
“What is it, Lord Zyster?” The jester asked.
“Jester… the Chosen one has finally come to my domain.” Zyster said, hearing the screams of agony ring through the halls of his fortress. “I was preparing for his arrival… but to think that he was able to fight his way through thousands of Demons with ease… this is a notable feat.”
“Yes, Lord Zyster…. The Chosen one is a formidable opponent, as to be expected from the man chosen by the Gods.” The jester answered. “Zyster, if you defeat the Chosen one, you will gain a huge surge of popularity with the Demon society, especially the other Demon lords. Perhaps even the Demon Duke will resign the title to you. Considering your skill, and the skill of the chosen one… you are vastly superior in both combat experience and magic. Regardless of him defeating our armies, there is a reason why you are his first challenge, and it will be his last. You should not be concerned, my lord.”
Zyster let out a small laugh at the jester’s encouraging comments about the Demon Duke passing his title onto him. He was amused of the jester’s words but felt the sincerity in his statements. “Good… then the screams of agony of my dying men will not be in vain. Their sacrifice will be a worthy cause to boost our kingdom to a new level.” Zyster’s nails dug into the back of the human skulls where his arms were resting on.
The gigantic wooden door opened just slightly, revealing to be one of the red-horned demons sliding his way in. He was covered in the flesh of his comrades, with his eyes in distraught as he rushes to the Lord and his jester. He fell before their feet, unable to speak properly when he lifted himself up from the floor. “My… Lord…. They… all of them…” Tears formed around his eyes; his hands shook in terror. He fell, once again, on his knees, placing his hand over his stomach.
“You do not need to speak, my child.” Zyster interrupted him. “The chosen one is a powerful opponent… I will handle the rest once he gets to my chambers here. You don’t need to risk your life anymore.”
“No…! You don’t understand. We’re not dealing with the chosen one!” The red-horned demon cried out. Zyster and the jester both stared at each other with confusion on their faces. “We don’t know who this guy is!”
“What?” Zyster said.
The gigantic door was kicked opened by the man from earlier, covered in blood and guts, as he walked in the room. He held a demon’s head on one hand with his blade on the other, as he made his way to the middle of the room, heading towards the throne. The red demon rushed behind the throne, as the Lord and his jester stared at the man with utter ambiguity. An unknown man had appeared in their domain and trouncing their powerful forces with ease.
The jester step forward, positioning himself in front of Zyster. “Who’re you?” He stared at the man. He was considerably older, perhaps in his late twenties. He was black, had a large, black wavy afro-textured hair and brown eyes. By glance, he was tall, around 1.8 meters, and based on the way he swung that sword, it was clear he was an athletic man. He wore a white tee, fitted him perfectly, with black pants and sneakers.
The blood-covered man stopped with just mere inches from the jester and dropped the head on the floor. “Well, I never really thought of a name for myself, but I had been referred as…” He raised his right foot over the head and stomp it with considerable amount of force. “Carnage Hero.” Carnage Hero raised his blade upwards slightly towards the lord, the jester being just mere inches away from the blade. “Where’s the princess?”
Jester looked down towards the floor to see Carnage Hero raised his bloody foot from the splattered remains of the head. He was disgusted of what he had done. “Carnage… Hero?” Jester was unfamiliar with the name as he backed away from the blade.
Zyster, on the other hand, held his composure. He observed the bloody warrior and noted that there were no noticeable marks on his body, not even scratches. How can anyone, other than individuals who holds the title of hero, managed to butcher his army in the extent like this? He checked for any notable items he had on his possessions. He had no visible armor nor helmet, carrying nothing more than a blade, a strange gauntlet attached on his left hand and a bag around his torso. “You’re clearly no average man.”
The lord stood up from his throne after his observations. Zyster’s red eyes glowed brilliantly; his hands rapidly transformed as razor-sharp claws and increased in size. The jester stepped out of the way, realizing that his lord was preparing for battle. “Carnage Hero… You are certainly strong in your own right, but your little charade ends here. I’ll consider this as a warm-up before the chosen one arrives.”
“Guess you’re just going to ignore my question.” Carnage Hero swung his blade to remove the bits of flesh that stuck onto it.
“Come at me.”
Zyster was several meters taller than the Carnage Hero. He raised his right hand, extending it wide, with a grim expression on his face. “You’ll taste the anger of all of my men you slaughtered.” Streams of red-light flow from his right hand as he did an immediate strike towards Carnage Hero’s chest, but the tip of his claws snapped off upon impact on the metal plate hidden underneath his shirt. His eyes widened as the burning sensation rushed to his fingers, flaring up discomfort. Zyster shrieked, pulling back his arm, but Carnage Hero grabbed it, pulling him forward instead.
Everything happening so quickly, Zyster felt a gush of blood pouring out, and a sudden rush of pain radiating even more than his injured claws. He looked down, realizing that his right arm had been chopped off. He shouted upon the revelation, instinctively reached for the stump to prolong the bleeding. He tried to move back, but his foot hit the back of the step towards his throne, falling backwards onto the chair. Zyster opened his eyes, locking onto the eyes of Carnage Hero, who was making his way towards him, tightening the grip on the hilt of his blade.
“Jester!” Zyster cried out to him.
The jester narrowed his eyes in shock, seeing the distraught his lord was in. In a fury of emotions on protecting him, he raised his right foot and stomp the ground to create an echo of sound within the chambers. This did not deter the Carnage Hero, who started to run towards the lord with his blade, parallel to the ground, with intent to slice him in half. The jester clapped his hands once and created a barrier surrounding Carnage Hero. It was a dense barrier that grows stronger through each echo as the jester stomp his feet. Within the barrier, sharp needles form, targeting the malicious man in all directions. Jester raised his hands in the air, coiling his fingers, able to control the movements of the needles. He clenched his hands tightly as a motion to initiate all the needles at once to tear Carnage Hero’s flesh apart.
Yet, the orb on Carnage Hero’s gauntlet started to glow brightly, causing the needles to vanish in thin air. It let out a pulse of energy around him, shattering the barrier into pieces. It surprised the Jester that his magic was dispelled quickly. Without hesitation, the Carnage Hero motion his blade by raising it slightly above his right shoulder and sliced Zyster’s upper torso diagonally clean. Zyster’s pupils narrowed, his mouth became bloated before blood came out of his mouth, nose and ears.
His upper torso slid off from his body, crashing onto the ground near the jester; the latter, along with the red demon cowering in fear, screamed in horror.
“My lord!” The Jester tried to approach his fallen lord, but Carnage Hero pushed him out of the way and jammed his sword through Zyster’s skull, twisting it multiple times.
“Alright…” He removed the blade from his head, then proceeding to stomp it with his foot multiple times. “Where is the princess?” He asked the jester. “And you better answer my question.”
“T-there is no princess! We never had a princess!” The jester answered as tears start to drip from his face. He was holding the body of his fallen lord in his hands.
“Huh?” The Carnage Hero looked around in the chambers. “Are you sure? I was told that the princess was being held in the castle of Lord Cluster.”
The jester’s eyes enlarged with confusion. He turned his head faintly at Carnage Hero. “No… what… this isn’t even the Cluster Kingdom. You… this is the Zyster Kingdom…!” Jester held onto the body tighter. He was on the verge of vomiting. “You… you came in here, without even knowing where you were?!”
“Oh, this is the Zyster Kingdom…?” Carnage Hero scratched his head. “I see… so I came here for nothing.” He looked around, seeing the bloody mess he made. “Well, I’m already this deep in this anyways, so I might as well finish the job.” Carnage Hero raised his blade slightly above the Jester.
Few hours had passed and the fortress of Lord Zyster was laid to waste. It was a bloodbath in all counts, void of all life except for Carnage Hero, and the red demon was still cowering in fear. “There a lot of neat items they have here.” Carnage Hero was ravaging through all the items in the chambers after he finished decimating mostly everything in the fortress. A shining object caught his attention, so picked it up, revealing to be a golden coin. “Cut perfectly… this is worth a lot.” Golden coins of this quality are usually rare, but not surprising considering that the Kingdom was profiting off human resources. Carnage Hero heard birds singing in harmony; he looked up at the windows, seeing that the skies were clear, bright and blue. “If I make haste to the Cluster Kingdom, I can make it before nightfall.”
The red demon behind the throne saw a spear near the beheaded jester. His eyes were riddled with anger, so he grabbed it to avenge his fallen brethren. He poked his head out once, seeing that Carnage Hero was still preoccupied with looting through their goods.
Taking this distraction as an opportunity to make a move, the red-demon placed his right hand two-thirds from the middle point of the spear for the right balance. Using his fingers to grasps the shaft of the spear, as his thumb rides along the bottom, he held a tight grip. A similar stream of red light from his hand coated the spear as the demon positioned himself by holding it above his eyes; he took one step forward towards the target to begin his momentum. After crossing several meters, he pulled his arm back behind his head, then twist his hips forward as he launched the bladed weapon at Carnage Hero. The more distance it cross, the coated energy became bigger from the build-up of wind pressure.
Yet, Carnage Hero stood up promptly, turning around and catching the coated spear with his left hand. “Too bad for you…” Carnage Hero snapped the spear in half as the gauntlet release another pulse of energy to remove the coated energy around it. The red demon’s eyes were wide; his face went from anger to terror; his body shook in horror that his efforts were in vain. As Carnage Hero approached him with his blade touching the tip of his skull, the red demon fell on his knees, unable to do anything.
“Why are you doing this!?” Red demon shouted at him.
“I’m here to save the princess and get some ass.” Carnage Hero pulled his arm back and drove the blade through its head.