For the Hate of God

An unholy trinity

Malleteagan‘s POV

We are all knackered. I am as well, although I didn’t want to show it to my warriors as I need their focus and thirst for fighting and winning in check. It seems that we are slaugh.tering this f*****g reptiles for eternity. And the more we kill them, the more of them seem to come in bouts surrounding and suffo.cating us. After hours of clashing with pterofidies, we finally managed to enter the Waltherra city and encampment. And then, out of nowhere, hordes of diverse ghouls, beasts and demons seethed through the length and breadth of Waltherra. We were surrounded by the rumble of beasts of different sizes, breeds and skills who were riotously advancing in the blink of an eye, thirst for blood and murder written all over their faces.

“Strike!!! Now!!!” I commanded Lycans via mind link with urgency.

“Charge”, Thersar, Nexelex and Kandreah followed my lead with the roars to their warriors, which broke out through tumult of shouting, hissing and screaming rumpus and commotion caused by Waltherran fighters.

Omar’s POV

Whenever I managed to catch a breath from clashes with Waltherran monsters, I used it to watch our Alpha shattering countless demons and beasts. And damn, our Alpha is a lethal killing machine. He is a celestial being and son of the Moon Goddess. I cannot count how many demons he killed in the past few hours. And you cannot see even a smidgen of exhaustion on him. At one moment, six gigantic monsters, which were towering over him with bodies that were at least two times his size, were attacking him. And he slaugh.tered them with such swiftness and precision that I barely managed to catch his movements with my eyes. Their heads and limbs were dispersed around him in a spectacular explosion. Blood showering and spraying all over us, the warriors in his near vicinity guttering, seeping and running down the alleyways of Waltherra, creating bloody rivers on the roads.

Only moments more awe-provoking than these were when our Alpha would attack in glorious unison with Kandreah and Thersar. Watching these three brutal killers fighting together in such a synchronised fashion was as if I were looking at an unholy trinity of lethal fighters. The scenery of merging their powers to fight off the higher-ranked mages of Waltherra was a transcendent, magnificent and one-of-a-kind outworldly experience. Although they hate each other's guts, when they fight together, they understand each other without uttering a single sound. The heads and limbs of those who dared to fight with the deadly trio would just spring and spray across the battlefield in a blink of an eye. They would obliterate our enemies in divine or diabolical; however you like to call it slaugh.tering symphony.

After two days and two nights of intense battle, mushed residue scraps of corpses, bones, blood and innards of fallen Waltherans hoarded the encampment. Waltherrans were beaten up and annihilated in their own homes and on their hearths. Their land is now the dark and barren battlefield, soiled and soaked with their blood. This was the evidence of the brutality of the mas.sacre that happened here. Waltherra was demolished during combat with pterofidies and Waltherran demons and mages. Rubble, debris and shards were beneath our feet while the smell of corpses and timber, which were burned by magic, spread across the encampment. Dungeons on the underground level of the encampment were the only space that survived the clash of magic between our warlocks and mages of Waltherra.

Waltherra now clearly reveals the extent of barbarism and fratricidal chaos of the battle that happened. Waltherra now has the contours of abandoned and eerily silent kingdom surrounded by an array of derelict fortresses and dungeons. If our exhausted soldiers and corpses of fallen Waltherrans were not here, Waltherra would look like Soovareean ghostland, a dreadful, dangerous and desolate reminder of absolute destruction and ruckus. However, there are no ghosts, ghouls, demons or apparitions here. We killed them all. The sky above us is a mixture of dark grey and black shades with mischievous thunders that would occasionally crack through darkness. These thunders were only light in the darkness that fell on this eerie, bewitched encampment. It looked derelict and desolate as if we were walking through some Chernobyl-like city that even god forgot about. We had some losses, but these were insignificant as we lost less than fifty low-ranked warriors across all four armies.

However, I could feel the physical and emotional plight and pain that Alpha would feel each time one of our pack members would die. I could feel the harrowing effect that the tether of the bond between Alpha and fallen pack members would cause him. Regardless, he endured the pain in silence and continued to fight relentlessly, trying to disregard it. He fought back while suppressing his pain until we finally conquered Waltherra.

Then, he finally fell on his knees, gasping and groaning. Soon, all four leaders of allied forces stood up to count our losses.

Alpha then said: “We will rest in Waltherra, using the least damaged dungeons to sleep and rest. We will make funerals for our fallen soldiers and pay them the respect they deserve. We will rest for five days, and then we will continue to our next target, Sanguineabyss. Get ready, everyone, as apart from the monsters that usually dwell there, we will fight against all the demons who left conquered subrealms of fallen circles of Wengarthria. And apart from that, get ready for a fight against the blood witches.

”You know that blood witches are our natural enemies and are way stronger mages than most of the common faes, right?” Thersar turned to our Alpha and said.

Our Alpha snorted and smirked to his face and said: “Well, in that case, that makes two of us who are stronger than faes and are natural enemies with them, especially with that fanged mosquito brother of yours.” Alpha quipped with a mocking smirk on his face.

“Wait, I got it, Thersar, you are afraid of competition. Blood witches are bloodsuckers as your brother is, so you are afraid that they will steal and nibble your brothers' snacks, huh?” Alpha said mockingly.

Thersar just rolled his eyes and turned on his heel. He looked at Kandreah, who was trying and failing badly to suppress his need to roll his eyes.

“Malleteagan, sometimes you look like a shining example of why you should avoid inbreeding. If someone asked a penny for your thoughts, they would get the change, no matter how skilled a fighter you are.” Kandreah responded calmly, while Alpha seemed riled up but opted to ignore him. Usually, Alpha would chop the head off of anyone who would show him way less disrespect than this.

“Everyone, we will settle in Waltherra encampment for the next few days and rest before we go ahead towards Sanguineabyss“, Alpha repeated with a dreadfully calm voice. I am the only one who knows how much self-control he needed to tame his Lycan from taking over and shredding Kandreah to pieces. It is good that Alpha became better at controlling Erzelus, his Lycan. Maybe because he is close to breaking the curse now, I don’t know. We will have more answers, hopefully, once we get hold of his illegitimate daughter. I know that he is doing all of this for the benefit of all the packs which are under his rule. Once he breaks the curse, he will be a better leader, as he and his beast will finally be at peace. He knows that we need Kandreah and Faes to win this war. The grudges and revenge against the faes will have to wait for the time being.