Scared and Alone

Prologue

Ninety Seven, B.C.

    Horsemen stood still in the dark night, at the top of a hill beyond the sight of the small town. The moon was of but a crescent, not enough light to see the impending attack. The men wore great armor, and held only the greatest of weapons. One of the men held a bow and arrow, the tip was on fire. Arching the arrow back, he let it fly, a whistle being heard through out the otherwise silent night. The arrow attached itself into the hay top roof of the blacksmith. The fire started slowly, but eventually became abundant. More arrows were shot, and more houses were lit on fire.
    People began to scream, and run out of their houses. The able men that lived in the town began frantically gathering their armor and weapons to fight against the invaders. Audible horse hooves shook the ground, as the large beasts of horses forced their way through the town. One horse man ran up to a man that held a spear and a cheap buckler and slung his mighty mace against the shield, breaking it, and then implanting itself into the man's head.
    Another horseman, the horse made terrifying neighing, its sighing and loud deep breathing terrorized some of the ordinary people that were fleeing. The horseman walked up to a child that laid against the ground, bringing up its hoof and standing right on the child's face, the skull making a loud crushing sound.

    One of the horsemen walked along side the other, and began chanting a spell creating a large fireball from his scepter and impaling into one of the townspeople. The other horseman shook his head, "Master Death, why waste thee magics against those that only need a slice?"
    Death looked to his companion and smirked, "Archangel, I know thee may not agree with how I do things," then he looked over to the man burning alive from the fireball, "your idea of greatness differs from our idea."
    Archangel looked down to his sword, "thy mock the gods."
    Death let out a demented laugh, as his horse neighed with him, he then got very silent and faced Archangel, "I am a god, I make other gods kneel before me." Death held his scepter into the sky; lightning showered the townspeople, killing the majority of them.
    Bloodlust, a woman's voice made presence as the third horse rider approached the others, "Death, why don't you leave some of them to us. Some of us like to kill the ole fashion way."
    "That is what I was trying to tell him," Archangel stated, "we want to watch our victims suffer. The magics make it too easy, almost pointless."
    Death grunted, "listen, we are not just here for the kills, we are also here to cause fear, become better than the evilest of beings." Death walked beyond the other horsemen and turned to face them. "We are the greatest guild of all, our presence will make one shake and tremble of fear. The very sight of us will cause them excruciating pain." Death lifted his scepter as he talked, "last but not least, everyone will hear our name, everyone will realize they are all scared and alone!"
    Archangel and Bloodlust raised their weapons and yelled 'scared and alone' along with Death.

    "I found a helmet that we may have interest in!" Archangel stated, "it looks to have night sight abilities, and very durable although it is light weight."
    Death growled, "does this town have anything at all?"
    Back at the town's water fountain, Bloodlust dragged the leg of a dead female body until it was close to the fountain, and then dropped the body into the fountain. She washed the blood off of the woman's face. Bloodlust looked into the eyes of the dead woman and cracked a smile. "I am better than you," the evil woman began to slip her fingers up the thigh of the dead woman, "I was the one that killed you. I remember how your eyes looked when I stabbed you." Her other hand pullsed the blouse up to reveal the wound, her fingers touched it. "You see, this is how the human race becomes better," she sat down in the fountain with the corpse. "You were the weak one, I- I was just stronger than you. So you see how this happened right?" She kept circling her fingers around the stab wound, trailing blood with them.
    Death and Archangel walked quietly and unnoticed behind Bloodlust, watching what she was doing.
    Bloodlust ran her other hand up her thigh and rubbed it slowly, feeling the softness of the female's dead skin. "Everyone you knew," she looked out to the dead bodies strewed across the town, "are now dead because of your weakness. I, made you stronger, made us stronger." Bloodlust pushed one of her fingers into the stab sound, and began to pry the incision apart. Spreading, letting more of the thickening blood ooze out, her fingers began to move in and out, like the wound was a vagina. "You like that don't you? I know it turns you on." She began to finger the wound, splashing, and squishing sounds were very prominent. "Please, tell me how good that feels? Tell me how much you want it."
    "Blood," Archangel stated, "we need to start heading out."
    Bloodlust looked back towards the guys and sighed, "can I just play for once? Can I just have some private time with my victim?"
    Death smiled, "soon Blood, we will have the ability to play with live ones at any time of the day. You must be patient."
    Bloodlust pulled her fingers out from the wound and stood up, she put her fingers into her mouth and sucked the blood off.
    "I think I just got a hardon." Archangel said.
    Death began speaking with his deep voice "look, we need to survey the area and after that we need to check out the church on the outskirts of the town. That is where it is said the answer lies."

After long surveying, Bloodlust walked towards a path and saw that there were footprints that walked into the forest. Her eyes peered into the woods and then stooped down to touch the footprints. "Death?" The woman alluringly spoke.
    Death rode up towards her and then looked down to what she was examining. "Someone escaped?"
    Bloodlust stood up and kept her gaze towards the woods, "yes."

    An hour earlier

    In the loft of one of the burning houses, a man lay in the hay abruptly awoken by what was going on. He stood up and walked towards the vent that could open from the inside. He opened it slightly to see what was happening, three horsemen, two men and one woman were attacking the town, killing all of the people. He watched in terror as his friends and family were being murdered before his eyes. The yelling, screaming, the abrupt silence of those sounds, it made the man puke onto the ground. He quickly got dressed and took some of the necessities. He ran towards the ladder and climbed down it. He ran towards the door opened it, and realized that one of the horsemen stood in front of him, except he and his horse were facing the opposite way, so they could not see him. He closed the door quickly, and walked to another door, opened it. He saw he could get to the wooded area out in the back fairly easily, without being spotted. He ran quickly to the woods and then dropped to the ground. Turning around he saw that he was safe, no horsemen had seen him.
    After a long time walking in the forest, he became tired, dehydrated, and very hungry. He had no idea where he was, what was out there, what lurked behind the fog of war- ready to kill him. Eventually his body gave away and he fainted.
    Eventually, his eyes opened and he realized he was in a cabin. Looking around, he saw all kinds of pots, vials, glass jars, all full of different types of reagents. Bat wings, pig hearts, vials of blood, dead bugs, nightshade, and more. There was a lit fireplace, with a cauldron sitting on the fire with a liquid boiling over and into the fire, causing an erie green fume.
    The door of the cabin opened slowly, the man sat up on the bed he laid in. A hooded obviously thin feminine figure walked in and shut the door behind her. "Good," a pleasant female voice spoke, "it is about time you woke up." The woman took the hood off. She had dark purple hair, and pale white skin, and the color of her lips were dark, but her teeth were pearly white.
    "Where-"
    "My name is Alaria, I live a long walk away from your town." Alaria studied the man's eyes, "the town that was razed last night."
    The man looked down to his hands, obviously emotional about what happened. "They all were killed."
    Alaria sat next to the man and took his hands into hers. "Eric, I am extremely sorry."
    "How did you know my name?" Eric asked.
    Alaria brought a book from Eric's belongings and opened it, "it says this book belongs to an Eric, so I kind of assumed."
    "Oh, I thought maybe you were some kind of witch or something." Eric took the book from Alaria's hands and opened it to a random place.
    "But, I am a witch Eric."
    Eric looked along the walls at all of the reagants, "I figured. Look, what are you going to do to me?"
    Alaria pulled Eric's hand to her lap and then petted his arm. "I am here to help you, not harm you. I saw you laying on the ground- I thought you were dead, and then I brought you here."
    "What is that coming from the fireplace?"
    Alaria looked over to the fireplace, as the erie green gas emits from the cauldron. "That is a potion I brewed. It- saved your life Eric. It is a rejuvenation potion, a collection of reagents that have allowed me to create it." Alaria walked over to a basket and brought it back to where Eric was seated. "Vile of a black cat's urine, a vial of smoke from burning coal, juice of a blood orange, salt from the sea, grounded clam shells, and a few other secret ingredients that you probably rather not know about. It creates the green gas because the base and acid react to one another, magical properties normally do not have a visual affect."
    Eric picked up the vial of urine and looked at it, "wow. Thank you."
    The woman watched the man's lips move and then to the vial he was holding, "look Eric. I hate to be..." Alaria walked to the fire, "I brought you back to life, after you surely would have died."
    Eric at first was captivated by the reagants and the mysterious ones that she did not tell him about, he then looked to Alaria questioning her hesitation.
    "It would be only fair if you did something for me," Alaria turned around to face him. Her eyes began to gaze up and down the man's body, and then to the vials he held.
    Eric pondered for a moment, placing the vials of whatever down and then moving the basket away from himself. "I suppose it would be, depending on whether I rather be dead or not than to do what you request."
    Alaria smiled at the humorous reply and then walked close to Eric, "it gets lonely out here, deep in the woods. I saw you laying there on the ground, I thought- what a perfect toy to play with." Alaria then caught herself, "when you are ready, I know you must be really heartbroken right now and I will give you time. But, eventually- I would sort of expect you to play with me- sexually."

    Cathedral

    Death, Archangel, and Bloodlust without their horses, walk into the large empty, dark church. Their weapons readied and their eyes peeled, they walk passed the pews and towards the back of the church. As they approached the podium and stage, a large organ started playing music, startling all three guild members. The organ seemed to be playing by itself. The members continued to walk towards the staircase that was beyond a doorway at one corner of the stage. They traveled down the dark, torch lit staircase until they reached a stone dungeon. The organ could clearly be heard still. Archangel was in front with his long sword, Death in the middle with his scepter and Bloodlust readied with her bow and arrow towards the back. They could hear bats flapping their wings.
    Archangel covered his nose quickly, "it smells like rotting corpses down here."
    Death grunted, "be brave, the evil that lay underneath will soon show itself. Keep your eyes open."
    They continued to walk, the sound of sand being stepped on against the cement floors by the members, the sound of flickering flames, the vibrations of the organ above. Crackling sounded beyond their lighted sight, like small pieces of lumber being dropped atop each other. More sounds like it were audible.
    Archangel stopped, "what is that?"
    Death and Bloodlust listened intensely, "what?" The feminine voice asked.
    "That crackling sound."
    Shockingly, a skeleton appears before them, with a sword and a shield. Death called out a fireball spell and vanquished the skeleton with relative ease. Death walked up to the pile of bones on the ground and knelt down to touch the bones and realized that it carried a sack, a few pieces of gold. Death swiped it and put it into his pocket.
    Bloodlust whispered, "Death?" Both Archangel and Bloodlust began to back up against Death as they were now surrounded by many skeletons.

Chapter 1

    Alaria walked around Eric as he faced the makeshift punching bag. "This is those that have destroyed you. This is the guild that came through and destroyed your world." Alaria shouted at Eric to commence attack and letting out sounds that symbolizes him to attack. "Keeah one!", "Keeah two!"
    Each command, Eric punched the bag, sweat falling down his face, and his lean muscular body. The man punched the bag, used a wooden stick on the bag, and kicked the bag.
    "Eric, the only way you can avenge yourself, is to kill those bastards that came to your town, kill them! Make them submit to your power! Keeah fifty!" Alaria took her wooden staff and hit Eric on the knees when he fell out of horse-stance. "Keep those knees bent! Get your shoulders up! The lower you are, the stronger your connection with the ground is!"
    Eric finally stood up after some time, "Alaria, these guys, I cannot fight these guys with just my hands."
    The woman's hand came up to Eric's face and looked into his eyes, "this is not how you fight them. This is just the beginning Eric."

    Deep in the woods, at the bank of a high waterfall, the wet glistening body stood upright on top of Eric, her body arching, and moving up and down atop of him. They are both naked and they are both wet, his hard cock deep within the witch's pussy. The witch slammed down on top of the man and dug her long black nails into his chest. "Oh Eric, this feels so good! Oh my god!"
    Eric laid there with his hands grasping the large breasts, her body was perfect, not a flaw on her. He had many relationships before, and had bed many women as well. He looked down her body, over her legs, up her neck, not one flaw. All the other women had flaws, but this one did not. This did not make his ability to last long easy. Eric had a talent of ejaculating and then being able to go again without the woman knowing too well. He would stay hard, and erect, allowing the fucking to go on. In many cases, the first cum would only enrage him and take the control in having sex. He usually took over the whole situation after that, and lasted for hours on end. He also required for more sensations, other than the fucking, he wanted pleasure, he wanted pain. He would start talking dirty, and would enjoy them talking dirty to him. He would take the woman's hands and use their nails against him, to give more pleasure.

    Eric and Alaria laid on the beach, listening to the water crashing into the river. "That was amazing," Alaria commented.
    Eric smiled, and then ran his hand down to her pussy and felt the river of cum leaking out. "Yes, I don't know why you call this 'me paying you back for saving my life'."
    Alaria went up to his lips and kissed him, "I knew it wouldn't trouble you too much."

    They both walked naked through the forest and talked. "Alaria, I did not want to tell you this, but I need to." Alaria glared up to Eric. "Those horse riders, they- they knew a very powerful magic that I have never seen before. I mean, I haven't seen magic before either, but they seemed like gods."
    Alaria glared back to the ground, at the path they were walking. "Eric, I have not really been honest with you either." Alaria stopped and took Eric's hand. "I've grown to like you over the twenty moons we have been together. But, you know I am a witch."
    "Yeah, so?" Eric asked.
    "I have magic abilities as well, and whether you know it or not, but I have been secretly teaching you how to become a male-witch, a sorcerer." Alaria studied his eyes, and then looked down at their hands enveloped together. "You will know how to kill them."
    "Sorcerer? What does that mean?" Eric began walking again, but still holding Alaria's hand, reacting her to start walking.
    "It means, you will be capable of doing the magics I am capable of."
    "But these guys threw fireballs and rained down lightning. These guys were really powerful. You are saying, I could do that too?"
    "Not exactly like that, but you will have abilities to get in and kill them, counter their abilities, heal yourself, and much more."
    The witch held her hand out and a ball of energy formed in her hand, "it starts with this Eric." Her other hand shot up into the sky, and a bolt of lightning met her hand and the electric went through her body and then the ball of energy flew over to a distant tree and denigrated it. "To that," she turned on her foot and pointed at a squirrel and it burst into flames.
    Eric watched and awe struck, but then he smiled, "you mean, I had sex with a girl that does all of that? Wow!"
    Alaria laughed, "after all of that, all you can think of is sex?" Her body came close to his and took his hand and placed it on her breast, "I love that about you."

Nineteen Moons Ago

    Death, Archangel, and Bloodlust walked the dungeon, skeletons popping out everywhere, but easily killed. They walked, in search of the stairs towards a more deeper place than where they were. It was quiet, except the noises of the skeletons, and they could hear rats and bats squeaking.
    "This is like a maze down here," Archangel commented.
    "We will find the next level, we just have to keep looking." Death explained.
    A daemon appeared before them, immediately startling the three. "Who enters my dungeon and expects to walk away from it?"
    Bloodlust and Archangel started to back away. Death walked towards the daemon, "we are the guild Scared and Alone."
    "Why does that matter to me?"
    "Satan," Death kneeled down before him. "We have come here to serve you, kill the people who threaten your life."
    Satan began to laugh evilly, "do you take me to be some kind of fool? I do not need your help! I can protect myself!" Immediately Satan raiseed his hands and two robed humanoid like creatures appeared and then walked towards Archangel and Bloodlust. They grasped them and began tearing their armor and clothes off. The two tried to fight but for whatever reason it seemed that they were paralyzed.
    Death tried to move as well, but realized he also was paralyzed. He watched as the robed men stripped both of them completely naked, and then they raised their robes to show two very red and angry penises. They turned the two clan members around and forced the cocks into their assholes, ripping them, blood pouring out.
    "Your puny little guild cannot help me! You cannot even help yourselves."
    Death watched as his members were being greatly hurt. "Satan! Please, have mercy. We have the same lusts and pleasures as you do sire. The town that lives above us, we killed them all- a sacrifice for you." The two humanoids clawed their backs, as both of the guild members kept speaking in tongues to rid the spell from them, but it was not working.
    Satan began to walk away from Death but then stopped, "you did not kill everyone."
    Death gulped, "one got away."
    Satan turned around and faced him once again, "I want you to find that person, and bring that person to me. If you do that for me, I will let your pathetic guild live." Lifting his hands again, a portal opened and the humanoids and the daemon vanished.

Forty Moons Ahead

    Alaria and Eric sat around a campfire, with a pit magically turning and roasting a pig. Eric stared into the fire with Alaria sitting right next to him; looking into his eyes. "Do you think it is safe for me to go to my town and just look?"
    "Eric, I know that you are curious- but it will only strengthen the pain you feel."
    "But!" Eric began like he was going to yell, "but, I just have this feeling I need to look, I just need to get it out of my mind. I wanna see what is left."
    "If it is really that important to you," Alaria placed her hand on his muscular arm and squeezed it, "we will go tomorrow."

Next Day

    Alaria dressed in her armor, and Eric dressed in his armor and robe. They began to walk towards the town. Alaria never let him know where the town was, so that he did not just wind up going there and being killed. The walk was long, and it took less than a day to get there. But when they arrived, it was clear no one had come back to it. Grass was high, weeds built up around the buildings, and the bodies that were killed were now skeletons with some flesh and clothes still on it. Their flesh ridden with flies, mold, maggots. Eric bent over and threw up.
    Alaria walked around, detaching herself from Eric, so that he could mourn to himself. Her eyes fixated on the type of damage the buildings had, and the way some of the people were killed. Her eyes drifted towards the town water fountain and saw a slightly preserved body in it- because of the water. Her hand reached to the woman's shirt and raised it to see the wound, and then immediately looked away. Her eyes drifted towards Eric that stood there frozen, not moving, not looking around. His eyes were teary and his heart obviously destroyed. She thought, perhaps this was a good thing for him, to find a closure, to confirm that the life he had before was gone. What shocked her was an immediate release of shouting, he began yelling and screaming, apparently cause of the pain he could not find other ways of releasing and curing.
    Eric walked towards his house, he looked at the door he walked out of, and the destroyed roof that collapsed. The foundation and the stone walls that held it up were still there, but all wood and furniture were all gone. His eyes wandered at all the things he remembered when he was younger, the family he had in this house. He still lived with his parents, and his siblings- he wondered what happened to them, where their bodies were. He then shook his head, and told himself that he rather not know what happened to them.

    Bloodlust walked into the town, she was the one that had to stay in the town just in case the escapee came back. Death and Archangel split up and traveled afar to find the person that had fled the razing. Bloodlust realized there was noise and the yelling and decided to investigate. She walked along the buildings to not be caught, and when she wound around the corner, she saw Alaria standing at the fountain, analyzing the body she had killed. Alaria did not look powerful, but did look to have some magical abilities- judging the different types of necklaces and the potions that were attached to her belt. But as she watched, Eric walked up to Alaria and they both hugged for a moment. It looked as if Eric was sad, and made Bloodlust realize that he must be the escapee. He brought help, just in case the killers were still around.
    Bloodlust immediately began walking into the open towards the two people. Alaria immediately knowing of her presence, she turned to face her, as did Eric. "Stop! Come no closer!" Alaria yelled.
    Bloodlust looked to her weapon and decided not to draw it just yet, "who are you."
    "You are the one that walked up to us, you tell me." Alaria stated.
    "My name is Bloodlust, I am apart of the guild Scared and Alone." Bloodlust looked over the destroyed buildings and then looked right at Eric. "I was responsible for this. I killed that person in that fountain." She smiled mockingly.
    Eric gulped, "why! Why did you do this?"
    Bloodlust started to walk closer despite the warning, Alaria began to ready herself and pulled a potion from her side. Bloodlust immediately lifted her arm and threw Alaria back until she hit the house behind her, quite a ways back. Eric began readying himself.
    "I enjoy killing people." Bloodlust said to Eric.
    Eric became worried, without Alaria's safety, he was pretty much done for. He had not learned enough powers to really do anything against something as powerful as Bloodlust. "But, you killed my family," Eric said, becoming teary.
    Bloodlust smiled and then brought her hand to Eric's face, "I know dear. I know." She brought Eric towards her by the back of his neck and hugged him for a moment. "I enjoyed it thoroughly." She spoke into his ear, "you could enjoy it thoroughly as well."
    Eric immediately stepped away from her, "never! Never will I enjoy such destruction and death."
    Bloodlust raised her hand as Alaria was picked up far into the sky from where she was in the building, and Bloodlust's hand lazily went back to her side. Alaria fell and then smashed into the Earth. Eric looked in horror and ran towards Alaria. Bloodlust laughed aloud, evilly.
    Alaria's body was severely broken, her bones sticking out from different places. Alaria watched as Eric came up to her.
    "Alaria!" Eric stooped down and took her hand, but realized the hand was actually not attached to her body. "Oh my god! Alaria, I am so sorry. We shouldn't have came here!"
    Alaria smiled for a second, "Eric," apparently difficult to talk for her, "take the small purple vial from my belt, and drink it. It will save you, not me though."
    "Why not you! I can heal you!" Eric yelled.
    "Take the damned potion Eric! Now! Before it is too late!" Bloodlust began walking towards the two, slowly, and unknowing of what they were talking about. "Now Eric!"
    Eric took the potion, looked back to Bloodlust and then looked to the potion. "What will it do?" Alaria laid motionless, her eyes still opened, looking at him. He took the potion and drunk it immediately and then dropped the vial before Bloodlust was above him.
    "Eric, she was a bimbo anyway." Bloodlust placed her hand on his shoulder and then patted it.
    Eric stood up angered, "look you bitch!" Eric yelled, but Bloodlust immediately started chanting a spell.
    "Bloodlust!" Death walked up from behind. "We need him."
    Bloodlust stopped her spell casting, "I hate being called a bitch."

Dungeon

    The four walked into the dungeon, Eric's hands tied, and his mouth gagged with a cloth. Eric kept moaning and making a racket.
    "Shut up!" Bloodlust yelled, and kicked Eric in the groin. Eric doubled over in pain.
    "Bloodlust! Stop wasting time." Death speaks.
    They walk, the skeletons that would have normally approached them were standing there, watching the four walk. "They must be expecting us." Archangel spoke up.
    One of the skeletons walked up to the group and stood in front of them. "Welcome," in a familiar voice- the voice of Satan. "I see you have done what I had asked. Took you long enough. I was beginning to think you had given up. But you have shown that you can carry out a simple intelligence task."
    Death bowed, "yes, this is the man you were looking for."
    Satan growled, "I know that you idiot! I am powerful you know!" He then walked over to the gagged man, and took the gag from his mouth. "Eric," Satan stated, "I am the devil."
    Eric is horrified beyond any belief, "I, didn't know you lived in my town?"
    "Silence," Satan continued to deliver his dominance. "I want you to join the Scared and Alone. I want you to go out with this guild and raze at least two towns. I want you to rape and kill at least twenty people before you die. You will die in fourteen moons."
    Eric continued to be horrified, "what!?"
    Death and Bloodlust look to one another, "your humbleness," Death tried to conceive what to say and then Bloodlust elbowed Death, making him rethink what he was going to say,"ok, we will take him like he was our own."
    Satan smiled, "I know you will." The devil skeleton walked away, and then the other skeletons began to charge on them. They began to fight the skeletons until all of them were dead.

Grassy Area Outside the Cathedral

    Eric sat away from the guild, the guild standing at their horses talking about how they should go about what just happened.
    "How do we do this?" Death asked, "that guy must hate us for killing all of his friends and family."
    Archangel watched Eric while he spoke quietly, "yeah, we just can't go up and ask, 'Hey hows the weather?'."
    Bloodlust smiled, "I know exactly how to get friendly with him. But you guys have to let me handle it."
    "What do you have in mind Bloodlust?" Death asked.
    "Can you just trust me for once?"
    Death looked to Archangel, Archangel shrugged his shoulders in acceptance "why not, give it a shot."
    "Ok, you guys need to leave for some reason. Go to the saloon and get a few drinks and let me be alone with him."

    Death and Archangel began to walk away, and leave Bloodlust at the horses who looked towards Eric. Eventually, when the two men were long gone, she began to walk towards Eric slowly. Eric realized her approach. "Please, let me think. Let me figure out what to do alone please?"
    Bloodlust sat down on the grass at a reasonable distance from Eric, she gazed at the man and realized he was not that bad looking. He had a lean muscular body, strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, and pretty tall. "Eric, look." Bloodlust began, "I know you must hate us."
    "You think?" Eric asks.
    "Believe me, I understand and I would hate me too." Bloodlust let out a smile without him seeing. "You have to realize why we do the things we do."
    Eric turned on the ground to face her, "you mean, kill, murder, rape, mock the dead? Visit Satan, kill my parents, and kill a girl I was actually having feelings for right in front of my eyes, brutally?"
    Bloodlust looked down to her hands nervously, and appearing sincere stating that "I'm sorry."
    Eric sighed and then glanced down at her hands too with reflex, "sorry?"
    "Look Eric. I want you to understand something. You grew up a completely different way than I did. I grew up with a whole lot less boundaries than you did. Your parents probably taught you to be nice to women, open the doors for them, show respect to your elders, and make sure your bed is all made up before you do your chores.
    "I grew up on my own. I had no parents. I lived in a big town. I had to go from being a baby, to being responsible for everything in my life. I come to like rubbing my vagina, pinching my nipples." Bloodlust stated lewdly, "I bet your parents slapped you every time you tried to pleasure yourself."
    Eric thought, "but that structured morals and principles for a good life."
    The woman smiled, "and look where it brought you? You became a victim, you became the weak person. Why? Because I found a way to protect myself from every bad thing that could happen. I found a way to protect myself from ever becoming a victim. Believe me, being a victim is terrible, I've been a victim, I know what it is like. I hate that feeling, and I know that is what you are feeling.
    "Satan has given you a privilege to be with us. If you kill what you were told to kill, he probably won't kill you. You will learn to not be a victim like we have. Death, and Archangel, the guys in the guild with me, will accept you into our guild, but you have to realize, and know why these things are done. Find it in yourself to forgive us, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday, I hope you will."
    Tears flowed down Eric's eyes as he thought about what she had said to him, "without you coming into my town, I would have never been a victim."
    "You were a victim Eric. You were a victim of brainwashing, of religion. You want peace, you want chaos, I'm sorry, but the path to both are very similar, and the path you were on, would have never taken you to what you want. Please," Bloodlust crawled over to Eric and sat next to him, "realize what you can be, and realize that what you could have been without our intervention, you could have been nothing but a townsman that finds a pointless life of growing crops and feeding them to the town. You would make small amounts of money, just enough for something to wear, something to eat, something to drink. Then what? What do you do when you are an old man, shriveled up, and your wife has passed away, and you sit there at your rocking chair like a loser. You will then die, and regret not doing something that empowers yourself, and empowers humanity. You are on the path of being something great right now. You have been given the rare privilege to become something powerful. And when you die, you will realize that you have become something great, and your name will be etched on walls that will be carried on into the future, and forever."
    Eric looked up to Bloodlust's eyes. The same color Alaria's was, blue. He shook his head, how could he be thinking such things about the very person that could have killed his family. But, what she was saying made a lot of sense. What surprised him was that such a killer had such a soft, pleasant voice. A savage rapist that desires to cut people up and watch them wither in pain. The emotions in his brain, in his body, what did it mean? It all made sense to him. All he would have been was a pointless human, sitting in his rocking chair, watching the fire in the fireplace. His body would be worthless, his mind would never be realized by anyone. His path would just be a short dead end. Now, he was capable of going to places, making a difference, doing something that could make him famous through out the lands. To have his name spoke in stories and myths, children would want to be him, people would read about him in the oldest scrolls.
    Bloodlust placed her hand on Eric's. Her fingers began to massage his, and then grasping his hand to envelop it. "I was being honest at the water fountain. I really am sorry." Bloodlust paused for a moment, "just don't call me a bitch ok?" She smiled. He smiled.
    Bloodlust moved up to Eric and stopped just before her lips reached Eric's. Eric did not move, and was actually wondering why she was going to try to kiss him. "You killed my..." before he could continue she kissed him and began moving her lips over his. She slid her tongue against his lips as they were clenched together, but with a little bit of wiggling the lips gave away and let her tongue enter his mouth.
    Bloodlust repositioned her body so that she was sitting on his lap and held on to him tightly, her arms around his neck. Noises could be heard with their kissing and her moaning. Her hands ran up and down his body and groped softly, feeling all of the muscles on his body. Her hands then went to the bottom of her tunic and raised it to the point where she had to unlock her kissing but replanted her mouth back onto Eric so that he could not say anything. His hands immediately went to her white skin and felt the heat radiating from it. His hands went up to a cloth he had not seen on many women, a corset like article that held her breasts high and covered them as well. It was an article of clothing that was only known in the biggest of cities like Rome and Greece. Bloodlust immediately unwrapped the 'bra' off of her breasts. He began to cup them with his hands and massage them. Bloodlust realized she had already won. She began to rub her butt against the new bulge that she felt underneath her. Her body rubbing close against the man's body.
    Bloodlust took her lips from his and began traveling down his neck and then down his clothed chest. She began kissing down his stomach and her hands began to slip down his pants. Immediately his cock sprung loose, and she engulfed it into her mouth immediately. She licked and sucked and made him moan really loudly.
    "Oh my god! I've never felt anything like that!" Bloodlust ran one of her fingers down to her pussy and stuck it in and gathered some of the fluids leaking and took it up to his mouth and let him have a taste. He licked all of the goo off and kept sucking hoping more would just magically appear on the finger.
    Death and Archangel began walking up behind with bottles of rum but realized what was happening and turned back around and walked the other way.
    Muffled moaning and groaning was audible from Bloodlust's throat, purposely making lots of noise so that her lips and throat would vibrate around his cock. She slurped and gulped down any precum that oozed out of the tip of his penis. The throat slime from the deep throating glazed Eric's cock all the way to his balls, and even seeping down his ass. His mind was racing and his ability to keep from cumming was again challenged. He bit his lip, thought of his now dead grandmother, thought of his father taking a bath in a river, thought of anything to keep from cumming, but it was useless. His hands immediately reached to the back of Bloodlust's head and pushed her down on it. Her eyes bulged out for a second but then apparently relieved and happy that cum was shooting down her throat. She gulped and drank every last drop of it. She raised up from his cock and smiled as there was a bit of cum on her lip.
    Eric began to speak but she placed her finger to his lips to silence him and then got up to remove her skirt and threw it and then positioned his still-hard cock to her pussy and slid all the way down it. Eric's eyes bulged now. She began to hump him like crazy. Her body making all kinds of new movements that he never thought a woman could make. She made noises that he could feel down in his balls, and electrified his spine, it felt like nothing he has ever felt before from any woman, not even Alaria. He did not even dream of stopping this woman to take control. He wanted her to continue this amazing feeling. Her pussy gripped his cock tightly, and her lips sucked on his neck. Moaning, almost screaming, drove him wild, her biting on his neck, and her nails lightly dragging against his back, every feeling that she gave him overloaded his brain. Eric realized, she won. Spurt, spurt, spurt.

Chapter 2

Morning

    Laying in the grass, Eric slept like a brick. The warm sun, and the soft grass and the incredible sex he had the night before would probably be the cause of his late rising.
    Death sat at a log near by, watching Eric sleep for a moment. Bloodlust stood at her horse, getting it ready for the trip. "Do you approve of my methods?" Bloodlust smiled, watching Death's reaction.
    With a giggle, Death stood up from the log and stepped up towards the sleepy-head, and nudged him with his boot. "Time for us to find some breakfast."
    Eric's eyes opened hesitantly. "Damn, bright."
    Archangel walked up holding some eggs in his hands. "We got eggs from the chickens in the coop yander." Archangel raised his other hand, "and a frying pan." Death smiled.

    Around a table, the clan members, including the new member sat eating scrambled eggs. They took water from the fountain to drink. "So Eric," Death started, "what do we call you?"
    Eric looked to Death and then back down to his own plate, "look, you guys killed my family. Bloodlust may make a bit of sense, but it will be something that will always disturb me."
    Archangel dropped his eating utensil and then looked to Eric, "now you have to kill someone's family to live. If you don't kill someone else's family members, Satan will find you, and kill you."
    Death placed his hand on Archangel's shoulder and patted it and then focused back on Eric, "we understand that there will probably always be a grudge. But you are our new member to the Scared and Alone guild. It is our goal, to make you something more than what you are now. We are your family now, we will look out for you, like we hope that eventually you will look out for us." Eric started crunching on something in his food. Death looked to BloodLust. "Thought you knew how to make scrambled eggs?"
    "Jeez, I'm not like the best cook in the lands."
    Archangel studied Eric for a moment, "we need a new name for Eric."
    Bloodlust started, "how bout, man who has strong cock resilience" then laughed. The other guild members just stared at Bloodlust like 'I can't believe she just said that.' She looked at each person, but realized Eric had a big smile on his face. "Jeez guys, I'm just messing around gawd."
    Archangel just shook his head, "no, I mean, we have our names. We can't just call him Eric in battle. Have to have something strong and powerful."
    Death started, "how about, Blondie."
    The others roared in laughter, except of course Eric.
    "Yeah, really strong and powerful!" Bloodlust commented. "I think, Devil Killer. I bet he wants to vanquish Satan just as much as we do now."
    "Kill Satan?" Eric asked. "How do you kill something like Satan?"
    Death picked something out of his tooth with his tongue, "Satan is just the evil spirit that controls the creatures. First we need to kill the daemon Diablo, one of his strong minions that the evil speaks through. Diablo, you really have not met him yet, the skeleton in the dungeon was an essence of Diablo, where Diablo is the essence of the ultimate devil- Satan. There are many possessed spirits like him."
    Eric started playing with his food with his utensil, and then looked to Archangel, "The Ninja."
    "The Ninja?" Archangel asked.
    "When I was younger, we had an elder that had visited our town, he knew some black art fighting called 'Ninjutsu' and taught me some of the disciplines like 'Seishin-teki kyōyō', 'Taijutsu', and a few others I never can pronounce." Eric waved his hand and suddenly a knife was in his possession. "The only reason I never approached you to fight you, is because it was quite evident my skills were no match for your extreme powers."
    Death playfully hits Archangel on the shoulder, "you see, expressing great power keeps people from attacking you."
    Archangel shook his head, "but he fled and could have told someone about what happened. Nevermind, anyway, The Ninja is a weird name to have, simply because it defines a kind of person."
    Bloodlust, "but if you are the greatest at that 'kind', whats the problem? 'The Ninja', no other ninja can compete."
    Archangel shrugged, "true."

Hours Later

    "I know there is a village down the stream a little ways, we can raze that village so that Eric can get his kills in." Death pointed at a map that was drawn in at places they have been, he had pointed at an area they have not been at yet.
    "You know cartography?" Eric asked.
    Death slowly looked to Eric, "Blood knows how to make any piece of paper into a one time magic ability, any magic ability she knows currently, and that is almost every possible ability. Arch, he knows how to make and imbue weaponry with magic abilities. We all know enough to do special things. If you are the stealthy person that your name says you are, then you will compliment us in the ability for stealth and surprise attacks." Eric nods.

    "We, currently do not have an extra horse." Death looked to Bloodlust. "But, I'm pretty sure Blood will help you out with that."
    Bloodlust smiled and moved back on her horse and patted the front of it.
    Eric cleared his throat and then walked up to the horse, "um, don't laugh but..."
    Bloodlust smiled, "I'll teach you."
    "It's just, we're a small town, and I've never had the reason to get on one."
    "I'll teach you..." Bloodlust stated again.
    "Ok."
    Eric placed his foot in the stirrup and grabbed the horn of the saddle and tried to get up but realized he needed to put his other foot in the stirrup to get his other foot to swing over. Bloodlust started to lean back so he does not kick her. "Thats right, just don't kick me!" Eric eventually gets his foot around and is on the horse.
    "Yikes." Eric commented, but heard laughter from the two other guild members. "Ok, yeah, funny."
    Bloodlust smiled and then ran her fingers over his right arm and took his hand. "Ok, place this hand on the rein at this point." She then ran her other hand to the left hand and placed his other hand on another part of the rein. "Now, the horse is a lot like people, it wants to be listened to, it wants to be petted and talked to. It doesn't want you to hurt it, doesn't want you to say bad things about it. It knows when you talk about it, it knows when you are being negative. Always talk to it positively.
    "Make sure you are holding onto the reins lightly, and pull back on them only when you wish to stop." Bloodlust made a clicking noise from her mouth and the horse began walking. "You can make a noise, or just lightly tap the horse on the side of the belly." The horse began to move slowly. "If you want it to go faster, just lightly whip the reins, or make a more rapid noise." The other members of the guild began to follow them.
    "Just keep going like that, we'll get to that town soon enough. Then you will kill people." Bloodlust smiled to herself and then began running her hands against the muscles of his body, and down to his waist. She then ran one hand to the front of his pants and rubbed his crotch.
    "Blood, come on, not in front of us." Death said as he passed them to lead the way. Blood smiled and then just leaned on her new self proclaimed boyfriend.

The Next Moon

    Bloodlust, Death and Ninja sat on their horses watching the town from the distant tree line. "Archangel will be back soon with a complete analysis of the town." Death stated.
    "Just," Bloodlust began, but paused, "ok Eric, look, I know what must be going through your mind."
    Death interrupted, "why kill all of these people to save your own life?" He then gazed over to Eric.
    Eric watched the kind of quiet town, with few people walking from place to place.
    "If you die at Satan's hand, your spirit will go to a place of torture, pain. These people? They will go to where ever they go. But you, you will die and will die in agony and then once you are dead, you will experience greater agony. Course, why subject yourself to fear you ask? Why let him rule you by fear?" Death asked.
    Bloodlust continued, "because we plan to kill Diablo, kill Satan and become the rulers of the underworld. It would be nice to have your help."
    "And, I'd become a killer?" Eric asked.
    Archangel rode up on his horse and positioned beside the others. "Looks like a few strong lads, looks like there is no threat of any kind of retaliation."
    Death looked over to Eric, "don't think about it that way." They began to advance on the town. "Bloodlust, make sure you pick out a live one to torture later, preferably a screamer."
    "Yes!" Bloodlust excitedly stated.

The Attack of Hawksford

Night Time

    The Ninja dropped off of Bloodlust's horse and began to climb a house and into a dark window with very quick reflexes. Death watched with interest, "nice." The others split up as they come from different directions. Bloodlust held up the bow and arrow with the tip of the arrow on fire. She shot it into the shops first, the ones that had less people during the night, keep the people unknowing of what was happening.

    Ninja walked into the dark room and looked at the two children laying in their beds. He looked at the long knife he held in his hand and then turned around and looked away. "How can I do this? I can't do this." He said quietly to himself.
    "Yes you can," a man appeared with a mask and dark gray clothing that ninjas wear called 'shinobi shozoku'.
    "Who are you?" Ninja exclaimed but quietly.
    "I am what you will become, Ninja. Those kids, will die, with your hand, or not. The others? Their kills don't count towards yours. You yourself must personally kill twenty people, and raze a total of two towns. You must be responsible for a significant amount of the razing." The masked man walked to the male kid and sat next to him and began petting the boy's hair. "What if... to save the entire world, you had to kill these two kids?" The gloved hand ran through the brunette's hair and then pulled the kid's blanket from him and exposed the boy's loincloth. "What if, in order to save the entire world, you had to take this kid's penis into your mouth and suck if off until it came? Would you do it? Would you revolt against your god, to save the world?"
    Eric thought, "but I am not saving the world." Immediately they were in a completely black room, with a bird bath sitting between him and the masked man on the other side of it. "Where am I!?" Eric exclaimed.
    "That is quite an irrelevant question. What is the most relevant question?" The masked man spoke.
    Eric looked into the birdbath that had a low level of water in it. He then looked back at the masked man and took a deep breath. "Why am I forced to kill twenty people against my will. Why am I forced to betray my faith, betray everything I assumed was right."
    "You are forced to betray boundaries that have been created to control you. You, are not in fact you. You are an extension of a belief that had been created behind a veil that you could never take away from your eyes." The man brought his enclosed hand up over the birdbath and then opened it to drop a pebble into. "That pebble is the symbol of you, and the ripples that were created is a symbol of the changes in your life. It is when the ripples stop- and the water is flat, your life ends. Whatever ripples reach the edge of the bath, those ripples are what affect existence." The man raised his other hand and showed him a bag of rocks, he then dropped one of the rocks at random places in the bath, they were big enough to peak above the water level. "These are boundaries, the things people tell you, the things that are there to control you." He then dropped the pebble again, some of the ripples get stopped at the rocks. He then started placing more and more rocks, until none of the ripples could pass them. "Free your mind." The man took his mask off to reveal that it is now a blonde teenage girl. She began to speak in her female voice, "put this mask on, if you don't want them to see you when you kill them."
    Eric placed his hand on the mask and felt a surge of power enter his body. His eyes closed tight and then he let out a yell. Then he opened his eyes and realized he is back in the room with the kids, they raised up to see where the yelling came from.
    The kids screamed, "mom! dad! There is a black ghost in our room!"
    Eric looked into the mirror above the dresser and realized he was in the shinobi shozoku clothing and the mask. The blonde woman stood behind him in the mirror. "Who are you?" Eric asked.
    "Think of me as your spirit guide. Call me Shakra." She vanished after stating that.

    With the mask, the kids would not know who killed them. He would be hiding from his faith, hiding from the people that thought good of him, thought that he was a good person. To be behind the mask, no one would know. Ninja walked up to the boy that Shakra was petting and stuck the knife into his throat before he could scream anymore and then sawed horizontally. The girl began screaming as well, but he turned around quickly and stuck it into her throat as well, creating a gurgling sound. He turned back around towards the mirror, just to make sure he still had the mask on.
    Behind him, he heard a noise, and then all of the sudden he saw a tip of a sword coming out from the front of his stomach. Blood poured out as he realized he was stabbed, probably by the parents. How could he not have seen them? How could he not have known?

    Death took hold a woman and dragged her to the bed of the house. He had the husband tied to a chair, gagged, and his lids were forced open with melted, red hot metal studs that kept him from closing his eyes. The searing pain caused the guy to scream a lot through his gag. Death stripped the woman from all of her clothes and then got between her legs, taking his cock out, he shoved it into her ass, letting her scream all she wants. "God your woman has a tight ass. Never got experimental ah?" He looked to the man sitting there crying. "She even has these beautiful heavy titties here to grab, and suck, and later cut off of her."
    "No, please don't! You can have me, but don't kill me or him, please?" The woman plead. "Please?"
    Death laughed evilly, "No, please! Please don't kill me." Death said in a high pitched voice, mocking the woman. "Please don't rip my titties off. Please stop fucking my incredibly tight ass. Please, oh please mister?" Death then laughed.

   Archangel in another house walked up to an old woman, he looked at her and sighed, "why do I get the ugly ones?" He grabbed the old lady from her chair and threw her across the room. "Does that hurt a little?" The old lady huddled up into the corner, pleadingly looking up at the man, covering herself with her arms, but Archangel just sliced her with his sword, going right through her arm and then her body. "I just couldn't bring myself to rape your pathetic self," he stooped down and watched the life fade away and the blood seep out, "sorry."

    Bloodlust stood over a young girl's body. The girl shivered as she had lost a lot of blood. The blood seeped from the cut Bloodlust had made into her abdomen. Bloodlust just watched the girl agonize. "Oh my, look what is happening to you." The girl placed her hand on the cut, "it, I can't reverse what I had done. You, probably will die." Her fingers began to go into the wound. "I'm no cleric, but you can probably trust me." Her fingers took a little blood and bring it up to the girl's eyes to show her how much blood she was losing. "That's a lot of blood!"
    The girl began to sob, but it hurt her a lot to sob, her abdomen trying to stop the crying from happening, but it had happened anyway. Tears began to flow down her eyes as she watched what was happening. Her lips began to open but Bloodlust put her finger over her lips. "No, don't speak. It won't help your dire situation. Just lay quietly while you die. No, no the others will die horribly too. Yes, crying will help the situation, go ahead, cry, let it all out. Express your horrible situation."

    Archangel went into the other room, his eyes searching for some good prey to play with. He put his sword into his sheath and walked up to a baby laying underneath a table. The parents must have hid it, hoping that it would never be found. He pulled the baby out and looked at it sleep peacefully. "I found you!" The baby woke and then made a happy giggle. "You have no idea what is about to happen to you do you? Don't you, don't you little one." He started speaking in baby language and then laughed a bit. "I'm so glad I don't have one of you to take care of." Archangel took the clothing off of the baby and realized it was a female baby. He smiled, "yeah, I really didn't want to play with a boy." He placed the girl on the table and thought what he could do to it. He then looked over to a lit fireplace and went over to one of the cast iron shovels that they use to dig out the ashes. He then placed the shovel into the fireplace and left it there for a bit. He then walked back over to the baby. "Yeah, that is for you! You such a smart baby. Yes you are! Yes you are!" He ran his finger over the girl's stomach to tickle it, the baby letting out a joyful giggle.

    Two guys stood around Death, Death stood there with his sword readied and his shield up. He could easily kill these guys, but he wanted to give them a bit of hope. "You want to save your town?" He studied them, "I am the leader, kill me and the others will stop. You will single handed save your town."
    The guys had their own swords, but no shield, no armor, unlike Death. They advanced, but Death just hit them away with the blunt part of the sword. "You will have to do way better than that you idiots." One guy ran up and tried to do a quick stab at Death, Death decided to do nothing and let them get a stab in, but his armor easily, and effectively kept the sword from doing anything. The guy looked up with a worried expression written across his face. Death just swung his sword, cutting the guy in half, almost perfectly. The organs in his body just fell vertically out of the body. The other guy turned around and ran, but Death threw a fireball, effectively killing him.
    "Fucking idiots." Death stated

    Bloodlust held on to the girl's hand, "yes, I'll hold your hand while you die. It will be soon." Her other hand was deep in the stab wound, feeling all the gooey organs. "This makes me incredibly hot. Your warm guts, slimy, and smooth." She then placed her lips to the edge of the wound and her hand and started licking, and eating up blood, slurping and biting and tearing pieces of flesh off. "Yeah, that tastes so good." She moaned and growled and made nasty noises, enjoyingly eating parts of the girl. The hand deep in the abdomen pulled out, grasped onto the intestine. She placed her teeth over the intestine and bit into it. She spit it out immediately, "yuck! That is the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted!" She looked back at the intestine and thinks, she brought the intestine back to her mouth and bit down again, "god this is gross." She kept chewing though and then took a piece of incredibly disgusting intestines into her mouth. "Oh yeah, so fucking disgusting." Her mouth full and continued to chew, trying to get it to a consistency so she could swallow, kind of like steak. "Oh shit, you think I should wipe my mouth ah? How rude am I?" She looked to the quickly fading girl. "Awe, you don't care anyway."

    Archangel slid his finger over the little slit of the baby. He took a thin candle and placed it at the entrance of her vagina. "I guess I have to at least let you have sex before you, pass away. Just a terrible thing to die while being a virgin." He placed his palm against the back of the candle and shoved it into the little hole. The baby's face immediately shocked and her eyes bulging at the onslaught. The crying followed right after. "Yeah, let it out." He then pushed the candle again with his palm. He started to seesaw the candle in and out after that, painted in lubricating blood. "Yeah, that happens all the time." He stated, he then took the candle out and went for the shovel in the fireplace. He then placed the shovel onto the baby's stomach to show her that it was extremely hot. The baby cried extremely loud. "Yeah, I couldn't handle all that crying if you were my baby. I would probably kill it too." He then placed the shovel right onto the girl's face and laid it there letting it melt her face. He took the candle again and fucked the baby with it. He pulled on her nipples and continued to fuck her. "Unfortunately, that shovel probably won't kill you like it is now." He took the shovel again and brought it back and smashed the baby's face with it, repetitively slapping the baby really hard with it. Bang! Bang! The sound could be heard down the alley. "Yeah! Yeah!" Archangel yelled after each hit. After a bit of smashing, the crying is hardly audible cause of the severe damage to the mouth and head. The baby was still alive tho, so he picked the baby up by the leg and flung it into the fireplace to let it cook the rest of the way. The baby's noises were stronger again, but abruptly stopped eventually.

    Death continued to kill people that showed up. People that fled was shot in the back with an arrow, or some random long ranged spell was cast. Eventually, everyone was dead in the town.

    Eric stood there with the knife still in his hand, but behind him were two dead parents. He looked down to the knife he held and then to the sword that had been in his stomach, but was laying on the ground now. He ran his fingers up to where the sword had exited, but the wound was not there anymore. He looked back into the mirror and watched himself for a moment. What was he becoming? Had something possessed him into being what he had become? Did he actually kill the family that lived in this house?
    The blonde woman appeared behind him once again. "So, have you learned what question really is relevant?"
    Eric turned around to face the woman and looked her up and down, "who are you?"
    "You already know the answer to that question."
    "How do I know you aren't trying to control me?"
    "What is control Eric?" Shakra started to walk around him "Control, is you being something that restrains you from your ultimate goal. What is your ultimate goal Eric?"
    Eric looked straight ahead while Shakra encircled him. "I don't have an ultimate goal."
    "What is your ultimate goal Eric!" She yelled.
    "I don't have one!" Eric yelled back.
    Shakra stood in front of him, she was not the beautiful blonde woman anymore, she was the little girl he had killed earlier. "You do not understand nor are aware of it." The little voice spoke. "But you do have one."
    "Tell me."
    "I cannot do that for you. You must find out yourself. If you want to control yourself, and let no one else control you, then find what that goal is."
    "You arn't Satan?" Eric asked.
    "You have not been listening, have you?"
    "I have."
    "No!" She yelled, and then continued to walk around him. "That daemon you saw in the dungeon. It was an element of control, control that you need to rise yourself above." In the mirror a image appeared of the three guild members, "they are under control of him." Diablo showed up beside the guild members in the mirror. "You, don't have to be."
    "They are under control." He repeated.
    "They are running from fear of something they have created in their minds. All that stuff you were brought up to learning, the god you follow. A protection people created to keep you from being in control. That protection however keeps you from becoming what this world really needs. That protection keeps you under control, so you don't fall into the control of Satan, or whatever energies you are captivated by."
    Eric stared into the mirror as the guild members were erased and Diablo became larger on the mirror so that he could focus on him. "He, isn't real?"
    Shakra appeared as the blonde once again, and raised her hand over the dresser that the mirror stood on, "look below my hand, do you see anything?" A small miniature skeleton appeared underneath, complete with a sword. "It is all energy," Shakra looked all around her in emphasis, "everything is an illusion."
    "Who are you?" Eric asked once again.
    Shakra walked to the front of Eric. "An illusion, an energy that has chosen to open your mind. Because I know something you don't about yourself."
    Eric shook his head, "what?"
    "You'll just have to find out. By the way, this is probably the last time you will ever see me." Shakra began to walk for the door, "just remember what I have told you."
    "Wait!" Eric walked towards Shakra, but all of the sudden she vanished and his head started to hurt so he closed his eyes and began to yell and fall to the ground. When he opens his eyes once again, he realized he is on the horse with Bloodlust.

    Archangel rode up on his horse and positioned beside the others. "Looks like a few strong lads, looks like there is no threat of any kind of retaliation."
    Death looked over to Eric, "don't think about it that way." They began to advance on the town. "Bloodlust, make sure you pick out a live one to torture later, preferably a screamer."
    "Yes!" Bloodlust excitedly stated.


    The Ninja dropped off of Bloodlust's horse and began to climb a house and into a dark window with very quick reflexes. Death watched with interest, "nice." The others split up as they come from different directions. Ninja walked into the room and saw the two children again. He realized he does not have the same questions he had before, he realized that a certain something was not keeping him from doing the things he wanted to. He realized that every boundary that had been in him was wiped away, not because someone forced him to. No, it was because he knew what his ultimate goal was. He knew what he was suppose to do. He smiled to himself, because he knew he was some how free from all of the control that was placed on him, like a bunch of weights lifting off of him all at once. He took a deep breath and walked up to the children. He took the blanket off of him and dug the knife right into the penis and then for a few seconds later before the boy had time to react to the pain he stabbed him right into the forehead, causing immediate loss of brain function. No noise to wake the sister up. He walked over to the sister and took the pillow and placed it over the girl's mouth and waited until the fighting stopped.

_{After the
Attack}

    The four met at the statue of the village. It was probably of the elder of the village, or maybe the savior of the village. Death watched Ninja standing there quiet, thinking to himself.
    "So how many did you kill Ninja?" Archangel asked.
    "Four," Ninja stated and then looked over to Bloodlust, "not much, but a start."
    Bloodlust smiled, "so you are, ok with it?"
    Ninja looked around at all of the death and then started shaking his head, "takes time to get used to."
    Death nodded his head, "I think you will be a good addition to our team Ninja. I have a good feeling about you."
    Bloodlust giggled, "and I wanna keep having good feelings from him too."

That night

    Away from the guys, Eric and Bloodlust walked into the woods. "So, what is your name, if you mind me asking?" Eric asked.
    Bloodlust watched the ground as they stepped, "Caitlynn, Cait for short"
    Eric smiled, "beautiful name. It is kind of hard to associate a name with such a person, like you."
    Cait smiled, "A person like what?"
    "You know, the hunger for death and torture."
    "Well, I never thought I'd attach the name 'Eric' to such a person either."
    "Why do you like, doing the evil stuff you do?" Eric asked, motioning his hands as he was asking.
    Cait thought for a moment and then stopped at a little patch of grass that somehow survived the growing trees. She laid down on it and stretched against it. Eric followed, supporting himself with his arms he straddled her. A moment of silence, his hope for an answer, and her hope he will just kiss her and stop asking questions, but Cait surrenders. "It just feels good having this power over someone. I love the way a body works, I love how a human reacts to certain things you do to them. Not just humans either, but any living thing. Humans just express better in my opinion." Cait just had this fire in her eyes that told him that it was really something she enjoyed. "I know, coming from a normal life style, it seems like we are just really evil people. But that is only in your perspective. I suppose I just like being evil in the eyes of normal people. But, if you are just like everyone else, just like all the other people, how will they hear what you have to say? They will ignore you if you try to make a point. But if you are someone like us, someone with power, they tend to listen to us a little better. Our existence, I guarantee you will repeat itself in the future. Our names will be repeated, and they will know what they could be." Cait realized Eric was not really listening, but was looking into her eyes. "You like them don't you?"
    Eric snapped out of it, "what?"
    "You like my eyes?"
    Eric smiled and ran his hand over the side of her stomach, "I really was listening."
    Cait moved up and kissed him and then retreated for a moment, "the first time you and I had sex, I was only doing it to persuade you to become one of us. But now, I really am starting to like you."
    Eric went down to kiss her as well and then moved away, "me too."
    They began kissing, and their hands moved all over their bodies. Eric moved away from her lips and wrinkled his nose, "what is that taste on your lips?"
    Cait started laughing aloud, "you don't want to know, just kiss me." Eric went back down and kissed her.
    They removed all of their clothes eventually and started having casual sex in the dark woods. Eric sitting with his arms supporting behind him behind his back. Cait with his cock in her pussy, and her legs around his waist, they moved in unison getting his cock deep. They moaned and sighed together, and sweat dripped down their bodies.
    Cait smiled, "I know this may sound weird," they slowed down a bit, "I'm a bit kinky."
    "Kinky?" Eric questioned.
    "Yeah, I do really weird things during sex."
    "Like what?" Eric asked.
    "Well, I have this taste for blood, I love the metallic taste of it. It just turns me on to no end." Cait suddenly grew fangs on her teeth. "Would it be ok if I like, bit you to draw blood?"
    Eric thought for a moment, "ok..." he said hesitantly, thinking this girl is a little nuts.
    "You have to taste mine too. You'll love mine." Cait stated.
    "Um, thats ok, you can taste mine though."
    "Please! Taste mine, please, please, please?" Cait asked, "it is something I really want you to do."
    Eric shook his head, "ok Cait."
    Cait dug her fangs into his arm and started sucking the blood from it. Eric seized for a moment, "ouch!" She began sucking on the vein and the blood flowed onto her taste buds and then down her throat.
    "Yes!" She started bucking wildly against him, her cunt smashing his cock into it. Insane amount of wetness began cascading down Eric's legs. "I think I'm gonna cum!" Her teeth mounting right back to the arm after she's done talking.
    Cait immediately took one of her nails and cut a slit in her wrist and brought it up to Eric's lips. "Drink me! Drink me!" She was breathless, too excited to really concat words together.
    Eric put his lips onto the wound and began to taste the metallic flavor of her blood. He started to think it was not all that bad. He began sucking harder. But he started to feel a bit light headed from all the blood that was being drank from him. "I'm feeling light headed now."
    Cait smiled and took her teeth away from him, "that means I cannot feed on you anymore. But you can feed on me, please eat me. Please eat my blood." Cait pressed her arm harder into Eric's face. He kept sucking the blood, some of the blood seeping out from the corner of his lips. "I feel so high, feel in a good warm place. Does it taste good? Does my offering taste good to you? Please?" Her hips were relentless, her cunt sloshing against his hard cock. "Tell me, talk to me, tell me it feels so good, tell me I taste good to you?"
    Eric tried to talk but her wrist was so tight against his mouth, only muffled sounds were audible.
    Cait screamed, cumming all over his cock. The streams of juice gushed all over. She fainted right into his arms. Eric felt her body go weak and become comfortably at rest in his arms. Eric realized he hadn't cum. Oh well, he thought, this seemed to be much more of a magical moment than cumming. This beautiful girl laying in his arms, a girl that is greatly feared, a girl that could take care of herself. It felt that he was protecting her now, keeping her away from bad guys. Her body was smaller than his, such an innocent person, not really evil, not really- good. She was a person, this was her life, this is how she was brought up.
    Eric brushed hair strains away from her face, so he could watch her peaceful state. The blood did taste good he thought, he could get used to that. He did feel some sort of power, drinking her blood. It was like he was sharing something with her, taking a piece of her, and she taking a piece of him, permanently. More than their sex organs becoming one, but their blood, their body in the most vital, and physical ways. Yeah, it was something he could definitely get used to. Less boundaries, more in control of his life. What was weird was, he felt awesome about it, he felt freer. Maybe Shakra was right, he was more in control of his life now; because he chose to seek his own goals, and not let anyone keep him from them. To do whatever he wanted, just like the woman in his arms. 'The woman', how interesting, he thought.