The past... (2)

Holding his bleeding chest the unknown creature scowled.

'It hurts...'

It hadn't been wounded this bad its entire life. It had high regeneration capability, but the sword the deity wielded was one of the kind not allowing the wound to heal.

'Grrr...'

The creature let out a growl feeling blood gushing in between its fingers. The being was slowly dying.

It had to take immediate actions if it wanted to survive another day.

Leaning against the cold cavern's wall it was stumbling towards its palace, the only place where it could treat the wound

Crawling through the dark tunnel it cursed and spat blood, but it certainly didn't help it to move faster, it only increased the hatred it had for the deity.

'Curse you, bitch, I swear I'll kill you and paint a painting with your blood'

Whatever sanity the creature had was slowly fading away as it lost more and more of its blood.