5: Ruler of The Western Kingdom

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 5: 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒

Vindacurve walks through the beautiful garden, he goes up the decent carved cemented flight of stairs. and into a large hallway.

He groaned in pain, wishing he was dead. His useful age had come and gone, his damage from early life battles caused his bones to rattle every time he moved.

He attained hundreds of scars being a Slayer, killed hundreds of Demons and was lucky to even be alive.

Funny enough he was leading many others to obtain the reputation as a Slayer of Demons, most of them were driven by revenge, some venture into it for fun and others just pressured by family and peers. All stupid mistakes. Most of them were dead now, his trainings were popularly known for that. He felt no remorse for them at all, that was what they signed up for anyway.

Four kingdoms of Demon hunting, Western, Eastern, Southern, Northern. They were the Western and also the greatest, every Slayer that graduated from their wing became the greatest.

He exhales sharply, placing his right on the hilt of his sword. He walks down a turn and into another hallway leading to two huge arched wooden doors.

He pushes open the doors and walks into a poorly lit room.

Vindacurve stops in his tracks in front of two men. The two men wore green long capes, white long sleeved shirts, dark trousers, knee high boots and swords strapped to their waist.

"Nathan," Vindacurve calls out to one of them, who was black in complexion, short blue hair, muscular and kind looking.

Nathan bows his head before addressing, "he is a tough stick to break," he answers with a sorry tone "none of my tortures moved him even a little he is no joke," he complies.

"What about you Resrin?"

The other one who was white in complexion, thick black hair and face filled with deep scars. He said "he thinks suffering to be his best option."

Vindacurve grins, "then he needs to meet me," Vindacurve walks past them and towards the lone figure in the dark "he will be begging to die when I am done with his sorry ass".

Vindacurve pauses finally having a good view of the demon, deep green hair, red skin, two huge horns protruding from it's head and elbows, claws and a disfigured face.

He could feel the fear emanating from the demon even from where he stood. "You stole some stuff I heard", he slowly paces the room. "From the Southern kingdom, you burnt the archives so we would not be able to identify what you stole... Congrats your plan worked, we don't know the hell what you stole."

"I will not speak a word to you bastards!" The demon yelled his veins popping as he pulls hard on the chains restraining him to the floor. "You will all perish," he drops his head down finally, unable to break his restraint.

"You haven't consumed a drop of blood or human flesh for weeks, that attitude will do you no good," Vindacurve comments. He draws out his sword wielding it with one hand, "I love it when they act like damn ass chubby stone hearts".

Vindacurve darted for the demon slashing down at every part of it's body, too fast for it to react.

By the time Vindacurve was done the demon's body was embedded by dozens of deep cuts, letting blood spew out.

"Dark spikes, level 4".

Vindacurve puts his sword back into his scabbard.

The demon drops to his face, he bit on his lips and gave a loud moan. A little after he rose to his knees and began to chuckle. "You call that torture, you hit like a baby".

Vindacurve chuckles softly. "You think I am stupid aye?" Vindacurve backs off a little before completing, "we will see... Tell me everything."

The demon was sure Vindacurve was

bluffing, intimidation could never work on him. He grinned widely "give me your damn best, I don't fear you or what you have in..."

Before he completes his body began to rattle violently, as dark spikes protrudes from the cuts. "Ahhhh!" He shrieks feeling his organs being reaped apart.

"I.. I... I will-tell-you everything," he wrenched from his mouth. "make it stop", he grunted.

"I will when you tell me what I need to know", Vindacurve bargains.

"My buyer is Undomno!" He screams out, shaking violently. "He instructed me to steal files on the Knights of Valour... That's all I know".

"Hahahaha", Vindacurve laughed out, "whose the baby now, brat?"

"Please-make-it-stop!"

Vindacurve withdraws his sword and in a swift second he slashes through the neck of the demon.

It's head falls to the ground with blood spraying out, in a few seconds it's entire body decayed to ash.

Vindacurve spun back to Nathan and Resrin staring back in astonishment. They believed him to be enigmatic, his ways and history unknown to none, he had great power and wisdom to back himself up, truly he was a man deserving his ranks.

"You killed him," Nathan asks rather in disbelief than confused. His face flushed with anxiety "is he not still of use to us?"

Vindacurve chuckled and walked up to him. "He already gave all he knew".

Resrin smiles, "you never change, do you?.. Vindacurve."

"Only when needed."He continued to walk away "that you will learn to understand some..."

Before Vindacurve could finish the door swung open, and a young woman walks in. She was a hunter, her long cape signified she was a mohimo, clearly western kingdom. Her complexion white, and pink long hair plaited into two pony tails.

"Master Vindacurve I am Asta Mohimo of flowers", she said " the king requests your presence immediately ." She bowed her head and leaves almost immediately.

Vindacurve walks to the entrance at a slow pace. The king of the Western kingdom was known to be frankly very time perceptive, seldom he would waste his time on things that didn't matter and would hesitate to involve Vindacurve unless it being a serious disturbance to his people and his ruling, making Vindacurve presence necessary.

"See you later boys". And with that he was off to his meeting with the king.

...

Vindacurve walks down the red carpet that led to the kings chambers, for a more pressing and uneasy reason the king had requested his guards to instruct Vindacurve to meet him in his private chambers.

Vindacurve finally halts in front of the golden double doors of the king's chambers, he exhales hard before knocking twice on the doors. "I request to come in".

The door swings open and two guards came out of the room walking past Vindacurve leaving the door open. Without invitation, Vindacurve walks in slamming the door after him.

The room gave a sweet smell, the best candle lights lit, the king standing by his large bed in his sleeping robes holding in his hand a cup with liquid substance filling it.

"Vindacurve,"the king began softly. "I called you here for a reason of great importance."

Vindacurve stood unmoving glaring at the king.

The king continues, "tell him."

Vindacurve spun around to see a man standing at the side of the door rested on the wall.

The man walks from his previous position and towards Vindacurve. He stops and bows his head in respect " Master Vindacurve. "

Vindacurve grinned, "Rendo, I see you returned... Alive."

Rendo chuckles as he clasped unto the shoulder of Vindacurve. He let's go, "the demon killed Scarlowe's family also killed and harmed our members too... They have found our location, stolen information from us."

Rendo turned to face the king "my team and I would have to go undercover for some time."

Vindacurve chuckles "I just got the bastard that did it... He was working for Undomno."

Rendo exhales, "we are currently hunting Undomno. We will make him pay for what he did."

"Sure you would."

"That is not the only problem," the king interrupted siting in his bed. "The population of demons have increased greatly, and we are losing Western Slayers everyday... The only way to end this is to send all our Slayers to behead the dark one."

"The tales of the god of all demons," Vindacurve pointed out. "No one knows if he is actually real or just made up."

"There will be a war between. Us and demons. I advice us to be the one to be ready to wage it before the demons do," Rendo said "unless."

"The fate of humanity," the king continues.

"Will meet an inevitable end".

...

The wind howls through the mountain. And at the very pointy peak stood Undomno watching over the villages below.

"So peaceful, isn't it master?"

Undomno took a glance at the demon standing behind him. "I silenced all of them".

The demons dark iris gogles in surprise. He takes a long glance at the villages hundreds of feet down below, they were too silent and their torches were not even lit.

He bowed his head respectfully, "the great Undomno I praise you".

Undomno walks up to the demon, it's dark hair, total dark face, and dark robes he recognizes as one of his own... "You are Storm aren't you?"

Storm smiled, "you remember my name, I am honoured".

Undomno ignores Storm, "why do you come?" He asks aggressively.

"Only to serve..."

Before Storm could finish he chokes on his words as Undomno caught his neck. Undomno lifts him off the ground with his right.

"You annoy me with your interruption." Undomno strengthens his grip on Storms neck.

Storm struggles to break free from Undomno's grip, but the force of his grip was too strong. He shouldn't have sneaked up on him while he was feeding now he would pay the price.

"Why?" Undomno asks again with a more hostile voice.

"To kill you."

Undomno turns to see another demon huge, muscular, short blue hair, wearing dark jeans and jacket.

Undomno chuckles. "I don't fight weaklings."

"I am Hank of the plague 7,

" he raises his shoulder to reveal an ancient marking on his shoulder that read number 6.

Undomno whisked Storm away into the air with a great force.

Storm spreads open his arms and vanishes on mid air, a little after he appears beside Hank unharmed.

"Sorry... Undomno we need to vanquish you," Storm muttered.

"Centuries of waiting and we have been in the same point, I at Plague 6 and Storm at Plague7... Things need to change for my pleasure I need a spot as a monster rank," Hank explains.

"We became demons, low ones. Few years later we became part of the Plague 7 and for centuries we have waited years to be apart of the final and last rank... The Monster rank," Storm adds.

Hank clenched his fist his face flushing with rage. "We needed to kill one of you Monster rank to go up the ranks... You are the weakest Monster rank.... You do not deserve your position and rank, that is why we are going to take it from your corpse."

"Prepare to die unworthy scum," Storm mutters opening his hands for a dark orb energy to form in it.

Undomno gives a blank expression, he stretches his body every bone giving a resounding crack as he did. He folded his hands and said "you guys have been planning this for centuries... You came at the wrong time, I don't feel like fighting... Come back next century."

Hank gives a confused and more enraged look. "You mock us unworthy scum?"

Undomno does not reply making him more enraged.

"Damn you," Hank barked out having enough already. He attempts to attack but in an instant felt a gust of wind pass by him, it jolts him.

He catches a glimpse of Undomno by his side. Such speed, Hank thought. Hank wasted no time swinging a balled fist at Undomno.

"Weak", Undomno raises his arm twice as fast and dug his elbow into Hanks skull.

Boom! The mountain started to collapse on itself, Undomno's attack made it give way like a bomb shattering it into a million peices.

Undomno stood in a gouge , the debris of the mountain and below him was a puddle of blood and bones.

Storm bursts out of the debris head first breathing heavily. "Damn", he screams frightened of Undomno's power.

Undomno turned to him, "years ago I saved you, I own the life you have, the air you breath, and I take what belongs to me". Undomno starts to approach him.

"Let me be!" Storm cried as he shot an orb for Undomno.

Undomno grabs and shatters it with ease, it explodes but has nonetheless little effect on him.

Undomno walks out of the smoke created by the bomb unarmed. Smoke whimpers in fear, what was he thinking to have thought he could take on a Monster Rank- he was wrong.

Undomno clamps unto Smokes neck choking him completely. Undomno raises him off the ground, "weaklings don't have place in this world".

With that, Undomno's grip squeezed and popped Smoke's head off his body.

The body and head immediately burned to ash.

Undomno took only one gaze at the debris behind him. He began, "you were wise to have stayed in the shadows."

A demon appeared from several feet away, he was on his knees bowing down in total submission to Undomno.

Undomno turned his gaze to the white haired demon. "You are part of the Plague 7, I sense it."

"I am Plague 5."

"Do you want to live?"

The demon nodded still bowing down "yes master."

"I need you to kill somone... A powerful hunter," Undomno pulls out a strand of red hair and hands it over to the other Demon. "The Red Flaming Hunter."

The demon sniffs the hair turning it white. "Consider him dead."