The Devil Blood

It was almost the break of dusk.

I was ready for the battle with my new gun I picked up, and my magazine count was now at 34, giving me 170 bullets.

I felt good... “Good” is a real overstatement, but it’s close enough. “Good” may be an overstatement, but in the language of man I can’t think of anything else

Faelon was standing in front of a tree

“My people are ready to take arms against those who have attacked us,” Faelon said.

“I know, but I won’t just be killing these people; I will make an example of what happens when you dare attack your people, and I want to test out my new gun.

I also don’t want any more of your people to get their hands stained with man’s blood. So call your men down, for the Devil is about to do his work.”

“Well, good luck then.

crazy bastard.”

Dawn had made the land cooler than during the day because that's how temperature works.

It took me about 2 hours to get to the encampment.

The bandit encampment looked like two pillboxes on top of each other.

From what I could see, there were about a dozen people, possibly more.

I loaded my guns and readied for the warpath.

“Wam bam.

Mon chat Splash gît sur mon lit.

A bouffé sa langue en buvant dans mon whisky.

J'ai dû dormir dans la gouttière.

Où j'ai eu un flash.

Ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh.

En quatre couleurs.” — Ça plane pour moi by Plastic Bertrand.

Bang!

Bang!

Two rounds fired, two corpses.

A bell begins to ring, and hell rises.

Two men come bursting out of the door with long swords and in full armor.

I fire two rounds in the slits of the helmets.

Man into bodies.

My specialty.

A ball of fire passed my head, and icicles started to fire at my legs.

Returning fire.

But I couldn’t get a clear shot off at the fuckers.

Remembering that I had two grenades left.

I lit one and threw it; the grenade landed inside.

Boom!

And it blew the two bastard sky goddamn high.

Sending little chunks of men flying.

I entered the bunker and decided to holster my new Jericho and pull my blade.

One guy came at me with a short sword, getting a slash off.

I shot the guy once in the leg and stabbed him through the neck.

Two guys from both sides came at me, both with long swords and armor around the chest.

I fired three times at the guy on the right.

Dead.

I threw my knife at the guy on the left's head.

Got in right in the skull, sticking a good amount into him, but he was able to stab me on the side.

Okay, that should be ten; only two left.

I started to hear booming footsteps coming from the stairway.

This beast of a man appeared.

He was about 8 feet and 250 pounds of pure goddamn muscle.

I pulled my second pistol out and started firing, but the guy tanked them off and started charging right towards me.

That's what I get for fucking 9mm.

Well, he sent me through a concrete fucking wall.

Coughing up a bit of blood, the thought crossed my mind of how interesting it is that concrete is in this world.

The behemoth grabbed my leg and pulled me up to his face.

“You should never have come here

Now I will crush you, puny man,” the beast howled

“I ain’t no goddamn man.

I’m The Devil himself.

And you should have just killed me.”

I stuck both guns into his mouth and fired.

I didn’t bloody stop until both magazines were out.

I didn’t stop until the top part of his skull disappeared.

Sure as shit, I took a long swig from my flask.

With ringing in my ears, I believe that’s eleven.

Walking up the stairs.

I blew open a door.

And saw a man hiding behind a desk.

“You smell that?

You smell that!

It's the smell of blood.

I love the smell of blood in the morning.

I once fought over a hundred men with two knives and one other guy.

It took us 5 hours, but we killed them all…

Smells like victory.”

I walked over to the rat of a man and pressed my pistol hard against his skull.

Now where the fuck are they!“

“Where who?” He said, pissing himself.

“The people you took from the fucking elf—who goddamn else would I be talking about!”

“OKAY, OKAY, they’re downstairs!

Jesus fucking Christ!”

“Okay.”

“I told you where to go.

Why are you still here?”

“I heard what you told me…

But I have to make an example out of someone, so no one ever bothers those poor people again.”

“Why!”

“Because I’m the Devil…

And I’m here to do the Devil’s work,” I said into his ear.

I found a crowbar near this man’s desk and bashed it down on his hands.

Then broke the guy's feet.

I threw him into a chair and tied his arms and legs down.

I started to rip off his fingernails.

After that I cut off his left hand.

And then cut his left foot off.

Blood was everywhere, and I told him over his horrific yells,

“If you or anyone ever dares to attack that tribe again, I will personally come back and take your right side and their left side.

Now you tell everyone in your world that the Devil will come for them if they prey on the weak or take part in any form of slavery.”

Blood was getting all over the place like a typhoon of it.

“HOLY FUCKING GODS, I DO WHATEVER YOU WANT; PLEASE JUST LEAVE!”

“Good.”

The voices of the damned were screaming into my ears, and their icy army was trying to drag me down with them.

Just another step closer to hell…

I took a set of keys that was laid on top of his desk and left the room.

Covered in blood.

Sickened by the event that I just took part in.

The only thought that dare cross my mind now was when this is all over…

My last bullet will be for me…

I popped a cig out and lit it.

While I walk down to that basement.

Unlocking the doors.

The basement hit me with the smell of piss and shit.

Well, it was like any other raid I've done before, seeing things no one should and people who have gone through things no one should have.

I unlocked the doors to the cage holding the people.

The people were afraid; they always were.

But eventually they realized that I was there to help.

By the time I made it back, the sun was creeping up, and night was disappearing.

I closed my wound on the walk back with my lighter and a lot of drinking from my flask.

In the end, the people were saved.

And I tortured a man and killed 11 more.

“Has the memory gone?

Are you feelin' numb?

And have I become invisible?” Duran Duran—Invisible

As always, it was a bittersweet experience seeing the smiling face at the family reunion and weeping with joy.

Everybody's guilty of something if you look long enough.

But it wouldn’t take anyone more than a damn second to realize I was guilty of everything.

And there, the man loses more and more pieces of himself…