The Betrayal

As she beheld the gruesome spectacle of her husband's brutal slaughter, her eyes and heart were utterly shattered, and she let out a blood-curdling scream of anguish, her voice echoing through the air as she bellowed, "You bastard, I'm going to kill you!" In a flash, she summoned her revered holy demonic sword, an instrument of unyielding fury forged in the depths of the underworld, and christened after a legendary demihuman who had left a trail of devastation in his wake, annihilating countless travellers and feasting on the flesh of goblins. This fearsome sword was a sacred gift bestowed upon her by the demons themselves, a token of appreciation for the numerous human sacrifices she had made in their name.

With her sword at the ready, she felt an overwhelming sense of confidence, convinced that she would effortlessly vanquish her adversary. However, in the blink of an eye, the demon vanished, only to reappear behind her, catching her off guard. Before she could even react, the demon grasped her hair, swinging her around with reckless abandon, and hurling her against the walls with merciless force. As she struggled to regain her footing, the demon unleashed a vicious kick to her stomach, exacerbating her suffering. The fact that Queen Alexia was with a child only added to the horror of the situation, and as she slowly slid to the ground, she gazed down at her abdomen in terror, witnessing the river of blood that flowed from her body like a ghastly waterfall. Her voice was laced with agony as she spat out the words, "You dirty scum!" But before she could utter another syllable, the demon plunged his katana deeper into her stomach, prompting her to let out a deafening scream of pain, her hopes of survival rapidly dwindling.

The demon's cruelty knew no bounds, and with both hands, he crushed her stomach, manually extracting the unborn baby from her womb. The trauma of this heinous act ultimately proved too much for Queen Alexia, and she succumbed to her injuries, her life force ebbing away as the demon callously devoured the infant, alive and screaming. The sound of approaching soldiers echoed through the corridors, and the demon, in a stunning transformation, assumed human form, revealing himself to be none other than Darius, the true mastermind behind the carnage, not Lazarus. With a display of Herculean strength, he tore through his armour with his bare hands and leapt onto the wall, inflicting grievous injuries upon himself, and letting out an anguished cry, pleading for help as the soldiers drew near.

The sight that greeted the soldiers was one of unmitigated horror, and they were frozen in shock, their voices barely above a whisper as they inquired about the fate of Darius. His response was laced with sorrow, his voice trembling as he spoke in hushed tones, "Our lord, Felix, and Queen Alexia... they're gone." The words had barely left his lips when he burst into a fit of uncontrollable sobbing, his cries echoing through the halls like those of a bereaved creature, as the soldiers stood by, aghast and bewildered by the sheer magnitude of the tragedy that had unfolded before their eyes.

As the genuine horror unfolded, thousands of crimson, hellish gates materialized around every corner of the kingdom, instantly transforming the atmosphere into a nightmare of unimaginable terror. Instead of the anticipated demons, an unholy legion of vampires, werewolves, and gargantuan serpents emerged from the gates, casting a dark and foreboding shadow over the land. The gravity of the situation soon became apparent to all, and Prince Mikeal, realizing the impending doom, swiftly discarded his beer, pushed the girls aside, and sprinted towards the gate, his demonic sword at the ready. He bellowed orders at the others, instructing them to summon their swords and converge on the gates to prevent the monstrous horde from breaching the main entrance.

In a different part of the kingdom, Amelia was jolted by the sound of anguished wails, and with a surge of adrenaline, she leapt out of the window, crashing to the ground below. As she struggled to her feet, she was met with a horrific sight: the kingdom's defenders were engaged in a desperate battle against the terrifying creatures. Amelia's arrival was too late, and she was consumed by a sense of despair as she realized the futility of the situation. Summoning her wings, she took to the skies, soaring above the king's chamber, only to be confronted with a scene of unmitigated carnage. Her world was shattered as she beheld the lifeless bodies of her parents, brutally slaughtered and discarded like trash. Overwhelmed by grief and rage, Amelia's voice cracked as she screamed, "No, no, this can't be happening! No, Father, Mother! Ahhh, I'm going to kill these bastards!" Her body shook with sobs as she knelt amidst the devastation, her heart torn asunder by the loss.

Just as Amelia was attempting to compose herself, Darius burst into the room, his body drenched in blood, his voice laced with anguish. "I tried to save them, but I couldn't," he whispered, his words hanging in the air like a death knell. Before he could take another step closer to Amelia, she stamped her foot, her eyes blazing with fury, and grasped her father's sword, pressing the blade against Darius's eyes. The reactions that followed left her stunned and terrified: Darius's body began to contort, his bones shifting and realigning, his skin turning a deep shade of blue, and his ears morphing into razor-sharp points. As he summoned a gleaming katana, Amelia's fear reached a boiling point, and with a swift kick, Darius sent her tumbling out of the window.

As Amelia plummeted towards the ground, her wings faltering due to the extensive damage, she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. Just as all hope seemed lost, a red-haired warrior, clad in sturdy armor, appeared out of nowhere, catching her mere inches from the ground. With a gentle touch, he set her down, his voice soothing as he whispered, "I'm here now, sister; you don't have to worry." Amelia's sobs intensified as she stammered, "Lazarus, Father and Mother..." before her voice cracked, unable to continue. The red-haired warrior, sensing her anguish, took a fierce stance and launched himself towards the window where Darius stood, his sharp melee at the ready.

As the two clashed, Darius was taken aback by the warrior's lightning-fast reflexes, and for the first time, he felt a creeping sense of fear as he gazed into the warrior's eyes. The warrior, Lazarus, closed in on Darius, his melee flashing in the dim light, the tips of the blades hovering mere inches from Darius's eyes, casting a spell of terror over the transformed creature. The air was heavy with tension as the two enemies stood locked in a silent understanding, the outcome of their confrontation hanging precariously in the balance.