DARK HUNTRESS: gods among us

PROLOGUE

"Legends will continue to spin like an old rotten dice tossed along the great oak table. If it is not intercepted, it will continue like the rising of dawn and the falling of dusk, like the seasons of the year and like the moon continues to rotate round the earth in a complete three sixty, all in an endless tumble of despair.

"If we must rise or least we fall, our path must be like the fine tunes of the dancing daemonic behemoth. If not, how would the old tales and aged dynasties be written off? How would the dead sleep peacefully in their graves hoping for a better tomorrow?

"Maybe it's better to rise above the stakes of darkness. To rather die fighting as a hero than being a coward.

"At times I consider the gods a set of useless bastard who sit all day round on a throne receiving worship they are unworthy off."

Despite all said, they stood there, the crowd, her people, atop the death chamber like a motionless trunk, unwilling to sacrifice for the greater good, just like a bunch of cowards.

"Impeccable! Splendid!..., but not enough to move a slog to do your biddings!" He chortled loudly, steering the whole crowd to join in her misery. Anger ripped through her blood, the humiliation, the shame, the raw pain of betrayal caused her to clench her jaws that they felt like two battling ram slamming against each other in her Buccal cavity, "they once told me, arrogance is the weapon of a fool, and cowardice as you call it, is the ally of a man who hath understanding. A fool dies, and the man with understanding?! He lives to see another day.

"but you see my dear, if you dare cross the path of a god, you'll burn into nothing but scorched ash. But if you choose to glorify me like the god I am, I might consider your death sentence off and offer a b****y t*****e in exchange to suit my amusement."

"Over my dead!" She spat at his face, "you only deserve the worship of a worthless pig that you are!"

"Then you die like the fool!" He spoke, the smirk of insanity never leaving his face, "finish her, but make it slow. I like to suit my amusement first." Drawn like metals to magnet, at the sound of his words the Executors charged for their prey, the proud grin across their face narrating their thirst for blood.

"You insane bastards! You must be eager to die!" She cussed, "if so, let me make thy thirst a duty of mine."

Blinded by pure hatred, her fist shimmered to life as flames burst through the tips of her knuckles. The heavy iron cuffs cracked to dust, unable to bare the intensive heat. Charging forward like a twisting tornado with her arms inclined beside her, her fist coiled through the air singing joyfully with blue flames as it collided into the first warrior's chest, dissolving his life at a glance.

"Interesting!" He brimmed with madness of the highest order.

Her hands found it's way to the fallen blade. Lacing her fingers around the hilt, the blade ignited in flames. She let out a scream of rage followed by a wide swing. The small scimitar found it's place in the next victim head, bisecting his skull in two. Puddles of blood gushed out of the victim's head, smearing her paper white face in red.

She could hear the sounds of terror from the crowd, but she cared less. All she could do was to accompany it with more death dance. She moved like the death reaper himself, her short blade detaching hands and legs from their limbs in order to ensure her victim screamed out in agony and suffering before they died from blood loss. And those who where lucky enough to have their lives removed at a glance where sliced into two, yet it didn't make the pain any less. It only made it shorter.

"Marvelous! Just the show I was looking." He screamed with pleasure, the crowd fleeing for their dear lives. Even the haggard looking men who were previously among the crowd were no where to be seen.

She looked upon the last executor, not older than nineteen years of age, the young lad trembled, her legs swaying like melted rubber, sweat dropped down her inclined jaw as she peed on her body in fear. Her heart melted at the sight and the murderous glare she once had disappeared.

"Go and never look back!" She watched the figure with her side sight until it was just a speck beyond the horizons. She turned, pointing her sword towards the devil sitting upon the throne, "If you truly are a man Esu, brace thy groins like one and challenge me!" She place her booted leg atop the fallen, oblivious to the crimson blood that gushed out of the beast like gash across the decease chest, soaking her leather boot in red, her eyes daring the so called god of trickery and illusions to make a move.

Silence protruded the still air as he sat there with the haggard face of a man depicting his options as what was left beside his dead warriors was his general of war and the old Steward. What happened next shocked her whole existence as the hell of a man jerked back and forth, rumbling in deep irritating cocky laughter.

"Hakahaka!!! Hakahaka!!!... Such naive thing." He spoke finally after his heavy laughter subdued, "Your speech are of that of brainless worm. You know, I rather wouldn't be so eager to risk my precious skin being scarred by an underdog"

"COWARD! You have no balls even for an animal!" she spat.

"You've forgotten so soon." He smiled, "need I remind? Arrogance is the tool of a fool, and cowardice is the ally of a man with wisdom. The foolish man dies while the person of wisdom lives to see tomorrow. You're really awful even for a daughter of war."

"At least am not the one with the Laughter of dog" she countered.

The sign of words hitting something sensual flicked across his face, but was gone too fast for a mortal eyes to grab. Speaking to the elderly woman, he said, "tell the war man that I want hundred of his best men. The circus just began."

Eager to end the struggle once and for all, she impulsively dash forward gripping the Takoba of a fallen, a short war cry left her as she cleaved the blade forward. The trickster sat stagnant with a smirk on his face, not bordering to make an attempt to escape his fate, but she cared less. Brandishing the blade with pure hatred and heedless to the assault approaching, she aimed the blade to cleave his head in two.

At the last second, she caught sight of the deadly charge. she recoiled her blade to parry the attack that was aimed to impale her through the ribs. A loud clash resounded through the yard followed by her being tossed into the air. A sharp cut punctured her arm as she slammed against the marbled ground, causing blood to drip from the wound. A sharp hiss left her mouth as her brain recoiled over the stinging pain. So foolish of her to meet the charge of a troll head on.

"Step aside brother, let me end this madness..." She pulled herself up with her unhurt arm. Her legs wobbled for seconds before they found their focus.

"I swore my loyalties already." The general replied, his face unassuming.

"But you can switch side, the order can give you a... "

"Enough traitor!" He cut her off, lifting up the hefty broadsword that he maneuvered with ease as a child would with a mere toy. He crossed the yard in mere seconds, his attack meant for quick death. He gripped the sword like a Lance, and tossed the massive blade at her, taking her by surprise.

She fled for her life like a whimpering rat, her foot struggling for their bearings as the blade froze everything in it's part, not bordering to spare the corpses as it turned them into glacial ice.

"My great mighty teacher Elváťä, running like a child. I wonder what I even saw in you." His eyes mocked her.

"Brother, I beg of you. Put down thy blade before I end you." For the last time she tried to reach her younger brother Farakun, the general of war. But his destiny was tied for condemnation.

"You, end me?" He laughed, Esu joining in, "I doubt if there would be any..."

He choked on his words as he watched her transform into her prime. Long brown wings sprouted out from her brick like back, the glitters of bronze trailing the tips of the feathers. She dived forward, white eyes hardened on fury.

She ripped her sword through his ribcage. The malice in her eyes melted away once she saw the pleadings in is face, but she was through with being merciful.

CRAACKK!

She twisted the blade free, blood sputtered out from the death sentence. Then it all came, the feeling of regret washed over her, the raw pain of misery, but the greatest of all was the shock that gripped her in a tight squeeze, causing her to breathing to laps in a heft of struggle. She lost consciousness of the troops trailing in, oblivious to the arrow head coming her way as she mourned over the last she could call family. She retracted back to her normal form as she gripped the cold corpse of her brother, endless tears that knew no end overwhelmed her.

And when the whisper of time caught up to it's wishes, a beautiful scream tore through the air. To late to react, the arrow pierced through her the center of her heart. She grasped in shock from the pain, her knees hit the ground, but above all, it was the dull yet greatest pain of losing her brother.

"Such beautiful thing, but such a waste of energy and time." He stood up from his throne, armed with a dagger ready to finish her once and for all, "Any last words or should I be so merciful to say sentences?"

"You're Weak!"

For the first in decades, fear broke his clown facade. His eyes widened like a caught prey, he turned around slowly, "step aside, I have confidential matters with the traitor." He spoke to the guards behind him.

All backed out but one foolishly decided to question his great Liege, "but my Lord, it is not safe?"

"Are you insane?! You dare question me?! You want to die?!" The tone alone was enough for a dump a*s to back out.

"If that's what you assume, who could blame you?" He addressed her again, but with a bored look this time trying to seem unburdened. Silence lingered before he broke into another of his insane chortles, "Hakahaka! Hakahaka! You know, at the time death, people are so naive that they will say anything in order to get a chance at life."

"Don't take me for an i***t Esu, your last incarnate would have slaughtered three town to prove his might. But you? I doubt if you even half the might of your last. You weak, a useless piece of rag.

"The last time I remember, you mentioned allies are for the weak, and now? You merging force with the east and south." She spat blood coated saliva into his pale ebony face but he stood unshaken. She said raising her voice beyond comfort. "And when you reincarnate the next time, you be nothing that even a mortal man would step o....."

His hand gave her a quick end as he buried the length of the blade into her throat before she could utter another word. He twisted the blade from the grip of flesh causing the red liquid to spill across his fine garment. His grip unfolded with uncertainty, letting the steel clatter against the metal ground.

"Let heaven... Bare witness... As I join my brother in sanctuary today..." She grasped as she forced out the last of words she could before her body hit the floor, her body giving up the ghost.

"Dump her body in the sewer beyond the city, she doesn't even deserve to be buried with the traitors of her kind." He retreated into the cover of the castle which his private chambers.

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Pov Unknown.

Beyond the strange eyes of the dark, covered by the towering shadows of silhouette trees, armed with a deadly scimitar that had it's teeth poking at different awkward angle, her figure stood like a silent ghost coated with two dozens of dagger that lined her muddy hood, each marking several wars she survived. she watched with pale eyes as the devils threw the love of her life over the walls into the sewer. The action alone caused her to clench the blunt Bowie knife that it drew series of red from her palm.

Once the guard finally retreated, she turned towards the other hiding in the shelter of the tree, then she nod her in approval. Without a warning to the night, she dashed out from the covers, arm held high behind her in a Ninja sprint. Soon she hovered above the rocky ground, leaping from the edge of the steep cliff, she dived down like an Asian eagle descending.

With her legs inclined tightly in a straight angle ninety while she fell, she twisted through the dense evening air like a spinning projectile cutting the current faster. Just in time for the grand finally, the knot of two grappling hook intersected her fall. She gripped the fibre ropes with precised force, hauling herself upward into a back flip. She landed on her feet with a soft screeching sound from the metal heels of her boots as she glided the across the cemented floor. Her hand heaved it's way up to her face as she wrinkled her nose from the stench of human waste.

"Such animals are they!" She cussed as she spat on the ground.

A stoic frown crept into her face as she walked towards the dumping sight. Taking total precautions, the Bushi averted her steps, bending around the wheels of metal factory walls.

Just as she expected, but less than she wanted, two drunkard sat on a termite eaten bench along the dump sight entrance, enjoying the picnic of their lives. She didn't hesitate or think twice before she let her blade lose. The crazy metallic Grime Reaper laughed devilishly before kissing blood. Two cleaved heads dropped to the ground rolling to stop just before her old Moccasins. Unlike her lover, she never hesitated to take a life. To her, she believed that was what ended her lover Elváťä. Being too kind was foolish and weak. You ended up being killed.

She finally made eye contact with the body. Her hand dogged into the puddle of human waste, wrestling the flesh free from organic. Pain sipped through her mentality, her sight dulled out from tears but she pushed them back.

"They shall pay! Every single one I swear!" She swore with ever anger streaming through her blood. With that she fled out the valley like the wind.