A clash of two evils

[RendingGore]

(Closed to Massacre)

My fingertips are numb, not that the icy grasp of nature bothers me anyways. I've been traveling for nearly a week now and I'm barely even close to the outlands. Though, I have no real reason or purpose to be wandering through the drifting wastelands, I somewhat enjoy the frostbite and hallucinations from my surroundings, they've come to be ironically warming. A strong gust of wind suddenly blows from the east, almost moving me. It creates an endless haze of snow and small chunks of ice that almost completely eliminate my vision, also deafening me from the amplitude of the winds. For some reason I become paranoid, and withdraw my axes. I hear an epic crash from the northeast, it might of been an avalanche, or maybe a tumbling landslide. I softly mutter under my breathe "Pity that all these damn brutes and nobles to gluttony and sloth are hiding, like little mice...if only one came forward, ready to battle...I'd rip off its skull and devour what little brains it had...pity, real fucking pity." I quiver from the frost below me.

Just as I begin to sheathe my axes I begin to see a faint light just beyond the icy haze that envelops me. It reminded me of the hells where I was born, maybe the mystery, the quaint fear, that I don't know. I didn't even bother to find out what it was, probably just some elfish scientist or wanderer, possibly a tribesman astray from his pack. I move on as if it couldn't affect me.

As the light is beginning to leave my line of sight it darts directly in front me...then it creeps toward me. I am suddenly thrown into a violent, spontaneous rage and begin slashing my axes without any direction or frame of reference, maybe luck or just coincidence, I hit something. I only clubbed him with the blunt end up my left axe, but he was stunned, and looked at me inquisitively. With all my might and strength I entangle my axeblade in the top of his skull, killing him instantly. "Die you fucking rat!" I yell. His gore and blood stains and sprays roughly six square feet around me, shifting the snow from an icy blue powder to a dark crimson mud. Before I know it, I am netted by what's probably five stout men, none breaching the height of 5'10. I thrash and bite like an untamed beast, but my efforts are feeble and almost effectless. After probably fifteen seconds, one manages to whack me on the head with some sort of wooden staff, and I enter a sleep being invaded by my beckoning satanic lords from the Locket of the Hells.

Finally I awaken. I am in a metal cage probably thirty feet off the ground, clenched to the rocky ceiling by a flimsy metal chain. Suprisingly, I am left with all of my gear, not even my axes have been stolen. I tuck my head into my arms and begin to weep uncontrollably, for no real reason at all. I am cold, lonely, and helpless in a dark room where I can hardly even see my hand in front of me...

[Massacre]

"What was he doing?" A'rei asked, walking alongside the warden. The prison was a large complex, too large for any person to navigate, so she had to be escorted. The rough stone walls were grimy and filthy, the smell of blood, urine, and vomit filled her nostrils. How the hell, A'rei thought, can these people even stand it? They had been walking for quite some time, maybe a span of five minutes before they reached the cell. It was covered with large, black blanket as to let no light in. The Scara Braen ground her boot into the ravaged floor, it looked as the the cold had been trying to heave it up from the soil for years, there were even spots in the stone roof where the snow fell in.

"Just slashing at the wind and killed one of our men with an axe, we always let them keep their weapons in cells." The warden was a tall, burly man, no more than two meters. His wardrobe reminded her of a goat. He was wearing enough fur to compare to even three of the beasts.

"I see, well," the girl paused for a moment, "can we take down the blanket and have a look?" After glancing down at the considerably smaller girl, the warden did as he was requested. He stuck his hand up, gripping the edge and violently ripping it down, the swoosh sound made it all the more dramatic. What A'rei saw behind the blanket was less than a pretty sight. The man was crying, he had killed a barbarian of Sulgoran's Axe and he was crying. "Why are they allowed to keep their weapons?"

The burly man looked down at the girl, "Better that they kill themselves than us feeding them."

That certainly made more than enough sense. In Sulgoran's Axe, food was scarce because of the constant blizzards and wars between the clans. Though there was a relative peace as of late, that could change at any time. A'rei crossed her arms and stood with one leg straight as an anchor and the other bent, "Well, I suppose that we should see if he can speak." The man handed A'rei a large wooden stick, she then looked at it for a second. After a moment of slight confusion, the man took it back and rapped it on the bars, creating a deafening sound. In the new light the man would look up and see only A'rei. The warden walked away to the next cell, there was an issue with a prisoner and the guards had called for additional help.

A'rei stood, her long, black coat swaying slightly and her equally black hair along with it. The fur on her hood tickled her neck, causing her to have a shiver down her spine. She uncrossed her arms and threw a biscuit she had smuggled in as she got closer to the cell, holding a bar in each hand on getting closer with her face after the toss of the food, "Do you speak?"

[RendingGore]

Suddenly the blanket covering my cage was torn off, revealing two humans one prodding the cage with a long stick. I snarled, showing my teeth. I grip the sides of the small cage I've been reduced to, and shake with rage and malice from the stinky, slimey room I am trapped within. All the while, I am screaming and thrashing, yelling and cackling, hoping to, at the very least frighten one of them. Just as one of them was going to speak, I bit my own palm until it bled uncontrollably, laughing and muttering.

"Look into my eyes, human. Do I appear to be some untamed beast? Do my tears show sorrow? What do I need to be sad for? After all, you're the one that dies from simply aging...the most you can hope for is one-hundred, by then you'll only be lying in your bed rotting. You can't accomplish much in that span." I replied with wrath in my tone, speaking in common tongue. I then spit at her, and shook my head as if to challenge her...

[Massacre]

The spit hit the bar next to her hand and she back away slightly in disgust. The man was sure acting like the beast he claimed not to be, spitting all over, screaming, using brute force to try and accomplish what he wanted. The drew caressed the hilt of her sword. It would be so easy to fell him right here, right now. He sat in a cell no larger than four by four feet, he wouldn't be able to avoid his blade.

'Make sure you bring him back alive and intact, or else.'

"Yeah, yeah..." A'rei muttered under her breath. She looked the man, beast, whatever he was in the eyes and yelled at the warden, "Give me the keys, I'm taking this one out of here. He has a purpose he could serve." The burly man walked over and glanced drowsily at the man on the other side of the bars. He must have seen far worse than he -- crazier, stronger, faster, stupider. The man handed A'rei a large key ring with one held in his hand, she took the one key and went to unlock the cell. After the key clicked, it cell door was easily swung open.

"Let's go, then. If you try anything stupid I'll have the guards do what they did to you before. They'll be more forceful this time, though..."

[RendingGore]

"I can certainly see your point, woman. You must understand though, for the hell and torment I've witnessed you tend to get somewhat crazy." I unsheathed one of my axes and started to clean the blood off of it with a towel I cunningly snatched from the bitch. After I finished I became bored and decided to create a little chaos between me and her, see what she was capable of.

"Tell me, woman. Have you ever seen a man die? Have you ever watched something suck the the putrid combination of excrement and blood from a man's intestines? Well I have, in fact, I've done it. Have you ever seen a razor axe cleave a man's flesh straight off his back, then seen a heartless create like myself devour it, like you would say...a throbbing cock? Hahaha, you fucking whore, don't act like you don't know what I speak of...hehe." I inquired sarcastically.

I then took my hand, and snuck past her guard just enough to reach down and feel the curves just overlaying her rear. "How do you like this, bitch?"

[Massacre]

The man or creature, whatever he indeed was, talked with a condescending, something not appreciated by the men he was being brought to unknowingly. He would be given a chance to redeem himself among the ranks of humanity but that would be his own choosing. If he was already volatile and livid then perhaps it would be too late for him, either way, A'rei was doing her job. The man who had hired her so quickly to retrieve this thing was willing to pay her well. Well enough to bring him back uninjured -- for the most part.

"You're an ignorant--" A'rei snapped around, "do you think you can touch me freely?" Quickly the warden and two guards approached from around, making a sort of circle around the creature. The Scara Braen glanced at the hideous scars that ran across, down, and all over his body. The most wretched of them looking like a trail ran by merchants. A'rei waved the guards to stand down, there was no need for an unnecessary amount of damage, the girl had yet to learn the real purpose of this man's existence.

"We need him intact, let's just go to the wagon and get to the manor, shall we?" A'rei turned around, walking more swiftly than the last time, it wasn't as far as she had thought to the entrance. There was a small wagon awaiting the duo and the guards who keep keep the man in line. A'rei boarded the cart, waiting for the rest to get on.

((You can decide where we end up, I'm not sure where you want to take this.))

[RendingGore]

When I touched her, the woman became startled, and infused with a strange combination of fear and rage. She barked something which I wasn't really paying any attention to, and I cackled quietly, removing my hand fluently.

I scanned the surrounding guards and woman swiftly, noticing that they were all trying to interpret something from my scars. So as a reply or answer of sorts, I licked my middle and index finger and moved them down the large scar traveling down my chest from so long ago, saying all the while "Does uhh...Old Gorgeous intrigue you? Hehehe, this one has a story. But to tell it, I would have to say a few things first. Is that alright with you? What am I thinking, of course it is!" I mumbled.

"Well I guess I'll start with a more proper introduction, then. My name is Crimson Carnen, the seed of seven demon lords. I was born and created in hell for the sole purpose of existing as my creators' dog. But I refused, in correspondence to my pride. As a result, they beat, whipped, stabbed, and tormented me in order to persuade me into their ways...but I never broke. Let me just say, that since I was in hell I couldn't die, so they could inflict as much suffering and dread as they pleased upon me. THAT was the reason for MOST of my scars. Not this one, though." I said, pointing to the long cut mark railing down my chest. "This one, was different. Eventually I planned an evasion from these devils, and got away. You all must remember though, I was in hell, where all of the most evil beings existed. So even when I made my way from my creators, I still had many other foes to encounter." I explained, once again. "I defeated some, and lost to others...but there was only one occasion where I failed so definitely. I had been insulting someone who didn't appear to be much of a match, but I was obviously wrong. He eluded all my efforts to land a hit on him, eventually finding a gaping hole in my guard, knocking me to the fiery floor. I was on my knees, begging for mercy, but he blatantly didn't give me that. He drove his blade straight through my chest and back, pulling it all the way down. He then walked away, laughing with his victory. Kind of unbelieveable to you sort, I'm assuming...but I don't need your consent to speak the truth." I finished to say.

"So that leaves only one thing left...what is your story, she-warrior?" I inquired.