Timeless Hero Without a Goal

63rd Tick: Rematch 1

Thomas was unable to move or run away. He was unable to even speak since his jaw was destroyed. He could only look as the demon got closer to him. She was not that tall, probably only slightly shorter than Thomas himself. He saw as she squatted down beside him.

Demons were strong creatures naturally, especially demon generals. The number of heroes they had killed were probably quite a bit. Thomas thought about it more and found it odd. Demons have an average lifespan of about two hundred years, so he was sure the demon generals were old timers. He thought back, Bry, the first demon general he had encountered, did not look over a hundred. He had casually played it off as demons not looking their age. However, with the demon general in front of him, she definitely did not look over a hundred.

She squatted down, facing Thomas. He was about to be healed, he was waiting for the chance. She sniffed a few times before nodding happily. She smiled slightly and grabbed Thomas by the collar, carrying him over her shoulder. Slumped, only one thought ran through Thomas’ mind. What was about to happen to him? He was slightly concerned.

He felt his jaw snap back into place. He was about to say something, but he had been carried into a wide hall. Thomas looked around and his heart dropped. The walls were splattered red, streaked, splashed and words painted madly. It was a horrendous sight, especially since it was believable that the red paint could have been blood. She put him down and walked away, swinging her arms childishly. Her long white hair swayed behind her. She did not have blood on her face and arms anymore compared to when he saw her on the ship. But her hair still had red patches on it.

Thomas sat there, on the ground, not moving. He was too busy reading the words on the walls.

‘Humans’ was marked with a cross. ‘Kill’ appeared several times. ‘No like’ also appeared. The handwriting was obviously done by hand. The walls and ground had scratches and slashes, Thomas could guess who was at fault for those. The room at least had a somewhat decent lighting, so Thomas did not feel like he was being swallowed by the insanity.

He wanted to leave, but the demon entered the room again, holding a basket. She plopped it down in front of Thomas and sat across from him. He looked at the basket curiously, temporarily forgetting about how dangerous the demon was.

She removed the handkerchief on top and pulled out a bottle of wine, some bread and a pie. She held a cup, pouring some of the wine in and handing it to Thomas, a smile on her face. Her eyes were innocent as her arms were extended. Thomas hesitated, not sure whether to trust the demon general.

“What is this?” He asked.

She tilted her head, pushing the cup closer to Thomas. To prevent angering her, he took the cup in his hands. She poured herself one and tapped Thomas’ cup with her own before drinking it. Thomas followed after, drinking at a slower pace. She looked out the window, looking at the scene of the demons leaving camp. She shook her head before looking at the pie.

Was she trying to show hospitality? Thomas found it hard to believe a demon general would show hospitality to someone she had just attacked and almost killed. Thomas watched as she looked around, trying to find a knife to cut the pie with. Eventually, she pulled a dagger out and chopped it into eight slices. She picked up one and leaned forward, trying to put it in Thomas’ mouth.

Thomas held it himself. He did not feel any killing intent from the demon, almost like she did not see him as an enemy. She was plenty aggressive on the ship, but now that he was alone, she had become calm, almost like a child. Thomas are the pie in silence, the demon chewing it and demolishing a slice.

Thomas glanced outside the window, seeing the flow of demons had stopped and they were returning to camp. Had Captain Wave failed? Had Thomas overestimated the captain’s abilities? The demon stopped halfway through reaching for the second slice. She looked up, her eyes squinting. Thomas looked up too before the ceiling exploded, a sole figure landing on the ground, cracking the floor. He wore a frown as he faced the female demon.

“Why did you leave me behind?” He demanded.

Thomas saw the demon look at him. He shrugged. “I literally have no idea who he is.”

Captain Wave took a step forward, pointing a finger at Thomas. “I’ll have you know that I will defeat both demon generals whether you try to stop me or not.”

He got close enough. The demon general sniffed a few times before Captain Wave found himself on the wall, staring at the demon, surprised. He pulled himself out of the dent in the wall, but the demon had rushed up to him and grabbed his face, plunging him down, creating a hole in the wall. She looked down on him for a few seconds before returning across Thomas, eating the second pie.

It was bad. Thomas doubted Captain Wave had fought the demon when she was in her prime. She had most likely gotten stronger over the ninety-five years since they last fought, and Captain Wave did not improve a drop. Thomas internally cursed, the only thing he could do was not to aggravate the demon until he found a chance. However, Captain Wave had ruined his plan by breaking in. Demon soldiers gathered outside the castle walls. The female demon looked outside and pointed at them.

She clapped and picked up the pie, walking towards the soldiers. She stopped in place, Captain Wave standing there, blood dripping down the side of his mouth. In his hands was a sword, it was stopped by a dagger. The demon general held the basket with the pie in it with her left, her dagger over her shoulders, blocking the captain’s blade. She glared at him.