Chapter #5 The Spiral
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[Luke as he chases the werewolf.]
Even having his ribs broken, Luke rides his horse as he is grunting in every step in hopes of finding the werewolf or anybody.
“Damn this beast, he runs so fast.”
A gloomy figure came from above and blasted himself to the soil near him, making his horse restless.
It was a handsome-looking man with dark reddish skin tone; he doesn’t have any top clothes, only having black pants, showing his well-built muscles and hairy arms and nails that are inch long and sharp.
He floats on the ground using his bat-like wings, flapping them to the wind, same with his deadly thin sharp tail.
With horns like the devil, he grinned at him, showing his fangs, glimpsing his red but steady eyes.
‘It’s the damnedest of damnation of all, it’s the devil,’ he thought.
“Oh well, I guess you can call me that,” the devil said.
‘He just read my mind.’
“Who are you if you are not the devil?”
While his steed restlessness keeps it going back and forth as it stands around with its uneasy feeling, the devil glared his eyes with the intent at the steed eyes. With only a matter of a second, a warp gleams from his eye, and the horse calms down.
“I’m — you can call me Gray.” the devil said with a smile.
“Okay, Gray, I just met a werewolf.”
He coughs with blood as he continues.
“And now a freaking demon, what do you want?” as he tries hard to hold himself upright.
“I came to help, or to watch honestly, as you can see.”
He looks to the forest, shifting his wings, as he hears those screams of pain, although it seems like Luke wasn’t able to listen to any.
“I love to see a particular guy to suffer,” he grins.
“Who? Amadeus?”
“That’s a very good guess, yes, but that doesn’t matter right now,” he takes out a sword that was wrapped thoroughly with clothing material.
“Here is the aid that I’m offering,” he smiles wickedly as he presents the sword.
Luke grabs it and removes its clothing, upon doing so revealing its material, a silver sword.
‘Can we kill the wolf with silver?’ He thought.
“Yes you can, you probably can kill me with it, but I’m not sure now,” he laughs.
“Well, that’s enough of me, please proceed to your death — destiny,” as he prepares himself to fly, he stares at Luke once more.
“I did remember saying I would come back for you, Sir Luke of Grisaia farewell,” He said with a hint of sorrow as he flew away.
“You know me!?” he asked but only got a gust of wind in his body and a Demon’s laugh.
Stunned from what he just met, Luke continued even so. Upon seeing some trees that fell over by something big, and in the nearby, two of the royal guards are dead with their armour pierced by the beast’s claws.
‘The princess might still be in danger, I have to hurry,’ he thought.
“Yah!”
[A few moments after Amadeus escaped.]
Amadeus just fled the camp with Luke in his dying state, riding away with their horses and seven of the men he calls on one of them.
“Hey!”
“Sir Amadeus!?”
He presents a chart to the guard.
“Grab this map, go find the Princess!”
“Where are you going? Sir Amadeus?”
The royal guards can hear a vicious beast running and hunting them.
“It’s the werewolf!”
“I’m going to lure it with me, go grab it and escape with the Princess from here,” Amadeus said.
“I will do, Sir! Come back to us!” he replied as he snatched the map with him.
While the werewolf is getting closer, Amadeus enters the forest.
“The rest of you are with me!”
Without hesitation, he galloped inside the misty and gloomy vast forest.
“Here!” he yelled to the wind.
The beast caught two of his men as they tried to follow Amadeus. The werewolf whacked their backs, tossing them off to the ground as he finished them while they wailed in their death.
Four of his men manage to pass into the forest, following his tracks.
“Follow me!” he yelled.
As they hear Amadeus, they scramble to him. One of the guard’s horse’s feet caught in tight circled roots, losing its momentum and hurling him off to the front.
He tried to stand up where he fell over, noticing his shadow became big. He turns around, and without warning, the werewolf snips off his head and plucks it as he scales at the top of the tree. The werewolf hurled the decapitated head to where Amadeus and his men were running, sending the smell of blood in their way.
“Sir Amadeus, what is the plan?” the guard said.
“Stay alive and buy some time for the princess to escape,” he replied.
A solid whoosh was thrown near them while they rode.
“Is he throwing rocks now?”
“Focus! men,” Amadeus said.
“Above! in the trees.”
The trees were swaying heavily as the werewolf leapt across on top, advancing on them. The werewolf dropped on the two guards, splitting their heads to the ground.
With the smell of blood, the wolves located them. One wolf leapt to attack the last guard, dragging him to the ground as the werewolf finished him by pounding his head with its feet.
He knows he can’t escape the werewolf with its incredible speed; he won’t be able to hide with its excellent smell.
His men are dead, and it should be far enough for the princess to escape.
He halted his horse and faced the wolf and the werewolf as it pounds his men.
‘There is always a first time for everything, and you big bad wolf will be,’ he thought as he lifted his long sword marvelously with one hand; in his surprise, the werewolf jumped to scale the trees and leapt across to leave.
More of the wolves have shown up instead.
‘The princess!’ Amadeus thought.
He rushes to where the werewolf has gone, only to get stopped by the wolves leaping at him.
Amadeus effortlessly slices his way to the wolves as it squeals from every swing. He uses his long sword skillfully, leaving him and his horse unscathed.
He hurried into the forest, following the previously swayed trees to track the werewolf.
Amadeus can glimpse the road and the werewolf holding Miran with its claws.
‘Miran!’ He thought.
The werewolf pulls and breaks Miran’s head; witnessing the events, he braces his sword above as he galloped harder and faster, bending his body as he looked to his target. He sat tighter and prepared himself just before the horse jumped and screamed his lungs out.
He is piercing the werewolf’s left eye, twisting as he dismounts himself on his horse while he clings to the sword.
[Present, past midnight, Amadeus receives the silver sword.]
Amadeus grips the silversword with his tired hands, preparing to face the werewolf.
While the werewolf clasps to pull the long sword, he notices the Silversword that Amadeus is now holding.
Understanding it is a weapon that can kill him, he rages as he rushes on Amadeus, jumping in front of him while he lowers his jaw wide, planning to eat him whole.
Amadeus crouched and expertly rolled to the side, skidding the dirt into the right eye of the werewolf as he drove his silversword to its side stomach.
The werewolf howls in anguish with his side bleeding endlessly; he stands while his eyes blurred from the dirt he delivers his right claws above. Amadeus was given a chance to evade as he perfectly countered, slicing the werewolf’s right wrist, nearly amputating it as he continued to stab him deep in his abdomen.
The werewolf’s almost dismembered right hand can fall any minute, and the blood drips from his stomach.
Amadeus pulls out the sword as it gushes blood, lowering the wolf to its knees.
He lets out a weak growl and gradually falls to the ground.
Luke and the Princess didn’t go yet; they stayed and witnessed the Knight Amadeus and his fearless skill.
‘This is how Amadeus fights, it’s extraordinary,’ he thought.
“Sir Amadeus!” the princess called.
“Go!” he ordered upon hearing them.
Tired as he was, he resumed walking closer to the werewolf’s head.
He will finish his enemy if he can; he always does. He thinks this is how he survived all his battle without slight mercy to the weakened enemy.
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