《Destruction》Chapter 1
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Summary : Creatures that are born from a strong emotion can bestow humans unique powers. When certain emotions are at its peak the creature will appear before a human. Rase Yartza's Emotia connected her to another woman, who suprisingly Rase doesn't want to kill. How can she navigate through life now she knows the emotions of a girl she doesnt know?
An Emotia a creature born from a human’s intense emotions. The creature bestows the human powers and becomes their companion.
Not all creatures are friendly though but in the end they are stuck with their human until they die. In this world there are many people that will take advantage of their powers, and use it to bring misfortune upon the populace.
….
Time for the hunt.
Rase jumps from building her footsteps are light to keep herself from being seen, then she stops as her partner Jehu waves at her from a distance to signal that he is in position.
As soon as he gives the signal she starts the chaos.
Bombs go off around the village, Screams of pain and panic sound off.
Quickly a man in Armour races to a building. When he arrives he is panting but quickly recovers shouting to one of his men.
“Where did that explosion come from?!
“A clan decided to attack the town, we need to get ready to drive them out!”
Rase looks down as the townsfolk begin to scatter to prepare for their attack.
So Rase begins to pick off the stragglers.
With quick succession cuts into the necks of the villagers like butter.
“One of the Demons is here!”
With a quick jab to their neck, she ends them.
But then more comes for her This time the ones that arrive are better armed to deal with her.
“Your life ends here Demon!”
She quickly throws down a smoke bomb and dashes in to confront the tallest one of the group her dagger bypasses his armor and stabs him through the heart.
“Aaargh!”
“Naru!”
The man slashes downward with his spear where he heard the fighting hoping to hit the demon but Rase dodges backward while pulling out her dagger.
The fear in their faces is priceless to her, Her smiling wolf demon mask must be striking to normal soldiers.
With a second of hesitation from her prey, the leader with the heavy-duty armor snaps out of his fear and gives his order.
“Attack!”
They bring their spears forward poised to end her life.
Idiots…
Like a snake her attacks are quick and deadly, the dagger in her hand slashes through their weapons and armor. Her speed outclassing them to the point three of them already has their neck slashed with frightening accuracy.
The blood drenching her body as she looks at them, her grinning mask makes them think she is a demon incarnate.
“Is that all you got?”
Their expression is all that she needs to know.
The screams of the villages are all that sound during the night.
…
Rase searches through the destroyed town for any survivors the fire has died down leaving nothing but charred remains. There are few specks of fire in some sections of the town so she can see fine even though it’s nighttime.
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Suddenly there is movement behind her she grabs her dagger and turns she realizes it’s just Jehu.
“Good everyone is dead over here...”
Jehu looks around before calling out to Rase while waving at her.
He wears a similar demon mask to Rase but is the shape of a monkey with sharp teeth, he also has dark clothing that makes it easier to be concealed through the night. He has a bloody club in his right hand as he waved at her with his left hand.
“Hey, Wolf!”
Rase turns to him while her black demon mask smiles its sharp teeth showing, she begins to question Jehu.
“What's the status report, you have any trouble with any soldiers?”
Jehu shakes his head while glancing around the fire.
“Nope, They were easy to deal with. Though in the process of searching I found some cool clothes, we can clean the bloodstains off them like usual. This place has fancy wears for a town at the outskirts of Zaru.”
Rase shrugs while gesturing for Jehu to follow her, he follows while they step over the dead bodies.
“I don't like the woman's clothes here they are boring. Maybe Cobra would have interest in taking them, Too bad she wasn't sent on this mission.”
Rase begins to search around one more time for any survivors this time Jehu searches with her.
After about twenty minutes of searching the town, they don’t find any life.
“We should go back to the village, the elder will be irritated if we take too long.”
Jehu nods but looks at the dead bodies.
“Ok, can you help me take some of these clothes home? The selection for men's clothing is really good and it would be a shame to leave them.”
Rase huffs but nods.
“Fine, make sure you get the ones that don't stink too bad. I need my sense of smell to be intact.”
…
After gathering some men’s clothing from the dead bodies, Rase and Jehu go to their hidden area near the town with a carriage and riding horses. The trees and bushes conceal the area, it’s hard for normal people to approach the location since Rase and Jehu set some traps that normal people can’t detect only assassins from other clans can. Since the traps were not set off that mean’s none of their enemies were near the area.
Rase gathers the meat for the riding beasts and water from the carriage while Jehu puts the clothes into the carriage. The Riding beast happily eats the food and drinks the water. Rase pets the two of them.
Rase looks back to the carriage and calls to Jehu.
“You ready, Monkey?”
After some shuffling Jehu appears from the side of the carriage his monkey mask smiles at Rase
“Yep, let’s go!”
He sits down on the riding seat since there is enough space for two people Rase sits next to him. When they are settled Jehu takes the reigns while Rase is on the lookout for any potential enemies her weapons in her hand. Jehu begins to guide the riding beast to begin the journey back home.
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Rase and Jehu arrive at the village in the early morning, the village is hidden deep in a forest, on the outskirts is a rocky terrain that is hard to navigate across if someone was inexperienced with the land.
Once they arrive in a clearing a large dark fortified wall stands proudly in front of them.
There are guards in front of the gate they also have demon masks and different weapons.
One of the guards approaches them it’s Maka. Her mask is that of a bird she words heavy armor but Rase and Jehu knew she could move easily with it.
“Stop where you are!”
She points her spear at the two of them.
Make asks the question the Clan’s saying to see if we were truly who we were.
“The color of the sky is blue because?”
This question is directed at Rase first so Rase answers.
“Because The Rechi Gods haven’t spilled enough blood yet.”
Maka nods to Rase then turns to Jehu addressing him.
“The wise men of Orcaina says?”
Jehu nods saying his answer.
“’ If your enemies spill a quarter of your blood, take a gallon of theirs.’”
Maka eases her grip on her weapon and then greets them with a smile.
“Welcome back, Rase and Jehu.”
Rase and Jehu get off the riding seat both of them greeting her with a handshake.
“Glad to be back, could you get someone to get the clothes out of the carriage? Jehu couldn’t help himself and brought some men’s wears with us.”
Jehu stops from collecting the clothes they brought he growls at Rase.
“Hey, you were OK with it, Don’t try to say it like it’s a bad thing!
Maka’s mask smiles in amusement.
“I will get Kuo and Omrul to get them and put up your Riding Beasts. You should report to the elder, he will happy to see that both of you are safe.”
Maka then walks back to one of the guards then walks back to Rase.
“Butrag will open the gate for you and Jehu.”
Rase nods to Maka and glances at Jehu who is talking to Tramu.
“Thanks, Maka we will see you around, Come on Jehu.”
The large gate slowly opens and reveals their village there are large tents left and right of the straight path. Fire pits and wooden sticks with strings attached to hang their wet clothes. Since it’s early morning people are waking up to do chores around the village. No one wears their demon mask in the village unless they are assassins.
At the end of the long path going north, there is a tent that is bigger than the other tents with two guards in standing front of it. Bollo has large armor that covered his whole body he has no weapon but Rase knew he fights with his fist, his demon mask is the shape of a bull.
Chema has armor but it’s smaller his demon mask is in the shape of the cheetah he has a sword attached to his waist.
“What is your business?” Bollo asks
Rase begins to speak.
“Wolf and Monkey are back to report about their mission in Zaru.”
Both of the guards look at each other than a nod to Rase and Jehu.
“Wait here, I will let the Elder know you have come back.”
Chema goes into the tent to speak to the elder.
After a few minutes, Chema comes out and opens the tent flap to let them through.
“The elder has accepted your request to enter.”
Jehu and Rase nod and enter the tent.
The tent had an array of ornaments hanging around the tent that lead to a long wooden table. There are twenty-five chairs on both sides of the table, An older man sat at the north of the table reading different scrolls and looks up when they enter.
Huntin doesn’t wear his demon mask when there is no political meeting happening at the time. So he just wears dark red robes his two swords on his waist.
“Oho, I see you two made it back safely, Come on sit, tell me about the mission.”
Rase and Jehu first bow to the elder and then find a seat near the right of the table.
After they are comfortable, The Elder does a hand motion for them to speak.
Rase begins her report.
“We have completed our mission Elder. Everyone in Zaru has been eliminated.”
“We bought male clothing too! The fashion there was unique this time.” Jehu chips in.
“Good Good, did you fight anyone that was troublesome? Like the Merle clan, since that town was closest to their area?”
Rase shakes her head.
“No one that we fought were from that clan, I don’t think. If they were they are already dead.”
Huntin smirks leaning back in his chair.
“I see, now for the most important question.”
Huntin holds his arms out in a sweeping motion.
“Did you guys have fun?”
Rase’s and Jehu’s demon mask smiles an evil expression appears on their face.
Rase is the first one to answer.
“Yes, it was really fun.”
Jehu pumps his fist up in the air.
“Ha Ha! More like exciting I hope we can do a mission like that again!”
Huntin chuckles at both of Jehu’s antics.
“Very good, Keep up the good work you two. Go sleep for the rest of the day, I will give you another mission when the time comes.
“Yes Sir.”
“OK!”
Huntin dismisses them with a wave.
“You are dismissed.”
They both bow then leave the tent.
Rase turns to Jehu yawning.
“Alright Jehu, I’m going to sleep see you tomorrow.”
Jehu stretches his arms back gives her a yawn as a response.
“I guess we are both tired have a good sleep, Rase.”
Jehu waves and goes in the direction of his tent which is to the left side of the split path.
Rase turns to her right of the path and goes and finds her tent which is near the blacksmith tent. She enters her tent and takes off her mask she looks to her right, her brown skin and blue eyes appearing in the mirror she slicks her messy brown hair. Rase grins at her mirror her pointy teeth showing.
“Today was a fun day.”
Then she gets ready to sleep.
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