Bael felt very hungry, it was almost as if everything was spinning. He couldn't remember when it had happened last time but he knew even if his condition was critical. Kept still by the fact that he still had people looking for him.
Well rested guards, jogging lightly across the road with those tender, muscular magic sniffing dogs to try rooting him out while the sun was rising out of rainy clouds, licking afternoon moist from his upper lip, the taste of salt sweat mixed with water.
The smell of sulfur was probably what gave him away, dogs barking noted him of that fact as skin started melting. Revealing the inner demonic skin he had used to sustain his soul in that fiery abyss. His mind cleared up, as lizardly feet started skipping across the road in inhuman fashion. He could feel jaws and breath snap in the air as his tail swung side to side.
A dark brown wolf like dog, built for stamina and speed had almost caught up with him. Muttering silent prayers that it was not a fashionable sprinter before sending the tail dropping down. Feeling the slight pains as jaws closed in on it. Then the snap as its neck cracked in two. Foolish animals but their souls wouldn't do much good. There he smelled it, Female fertility. His abnormal body rising to push a door open.
A servant screamed, but it was too late. Huffing and straight to the point, with fangs and jaws to keep her from muffling a sound he plunged into her clothing. Ripping everything to pieces with as much agonizing and humiliating way possible, mutilating her, scarring and burning while feasting upon her energies to replenish himself. It was absolutely intoxicating to taste and feel. A child screamed out in the confusion, sending with it the pure emotions only children could deliver. The tail moved automatically, catching the young-ling, making it squirm, absorbing what it could before tossing it off. Both still alive, probably wishing for death.
Huffing with the deeds done, it could have been much worse. They could both be dead instead of just traumatised like they were now, he could have eaten their souls instead of just feeding of their emotions and degrading them down to screaming animals for a minute. "Fuck." the ground stirring as his body reacted, running jumping flying then down on the ground again. Much lighter now and less confused in the head. Silently apologizing as a hail of arrows made his efforts to escape rather pointless.
"You monster, good timing to decide on giving up. Be glad Altharon wants you alive beast or id give you what you want most." Shivering in agony from the wounds. Coughing up blood, as the body reacted to the injuries. "And what is it that I want most."
"Death?" Now that was a joke in itself, letting the body do a roll, as arrows penetrated further in, burning them from the inside of his body with flames. Then the blunt side of a sword shut the Red skinned lizard monster to rest. There was no end to the insanity they had seen today. A suicidal mage, a red demon thingy, werewolves. Finally over. Brushing the sweat he had worked up by chasing around everywhere Viktillian Dreadbranch took his first break of the day, night or whatever it was he couldn't care less.
Bael woke up, tremendously sore and probably still with an arrow or two lodged somewhere on his body yet still definitely alive. Someone grabbed a guy besides him and demanded to information. Information he had, Information that could never be revealed not by him. Voices spoke inside everyone's head, not his. he was immune, already sensing the presence of his servant. Trying to rise, yet pushed down again by someone touching a rather sensitive spot on his shoulders. Panting in delirious pain as an arrow was ripped out of his shoulder, like a set of fishhooks they pulled most of the muscle with them. Thanking his demon god that he was still in Demonoid form.
Bael resigned himself to falling meekly to the ground. Weak, oh how weak he felt. Wait something told him as the walls started crawling with food. Precious agonising souls, only a few yards away from him. Slivering a large black dragon tongue hungrily, just waiting. Closer, come closer he begged them with beady eyes, like a newborn hatch-ling. Already wallowing in wounded self pity and cowardice.
A voice inside him, greedily latching on to life did not want to die. No, never, Death was not an option not even worth considering. THIS IS MY LIFE. Breaking rank with inhuman strength angrily tossing away the closest intruder and then jumping into the walls of green souls, sucking, licking chewing them as if they were physical forms. His wounds healing with almost godly speed.
Then in the middle of this torrent or emotion and survival instinct, a dull pain in the back of his draconian head could be felt slightly. Like a small tinge reminding him of his mortality. Alluringly sending Bael back into a dark emotionless void.
A young man wearing his color's, appearing slightly more elvish than most others bearing with him a small amount of the Verot'dess lineage, not surmounting to any claims of greatness. Probably a past generation Verot'dess married off for political reasons. Yet somehow still here to serve, the sergeant headband just barely above common foot soldier. "I perceived him as a threat, may you strike me down should my judgement have failed me." Altharon looked to be fuming, biting hard down on his jaw to prevent the sound of real fear to reach anywhere.
Goose bumps running wildly across his back as he nervously performed the mandatory bow and managed a half arsed salute. Jolting his mind backwards already imagining his mother crying at his grave and his father trashing her about. "So this was all he surmounted too. A lower class soldier in their own guard, Your lineage strand was worth shit bitch. Come here!"
Finally back to reality, he knew this man had killed people for less. Gulping down hard, the wait almost worse than his fate.
