Demons Run When A Good Man Goes To War Poem の小説・ストーリー

Murmurs ripple through the crowd, but they fall silent as I raise my hand for attention. “We have faced countless foes and emerged victorious. And we shall do so again,” I declare, my gaze sweeping over the assembled warriors. “Prepare yourselves, for the battle ahead will test our strength and unity like never before. But we are demons! We are forged in fire and darkness, destined to reign supreme!” A roar of approval rises from the warriors, their fierce loyalty to their young king clear in their fervent cries. I raise my hand once more, signaling for silence as I lock eyes with each demon in the room.

There were so many of them now. Some leaned against the stone walls clutching shallow cuts across their arms or shoulders. Others sat on the floor holding their ribs where claws had clearly struck through armor. Those wounds would take seconds to close. The missing arm would take much longer. Ash stepped closer to me. “War is not fair,” he said quietly. “Efficiency wins battles.” I hesitated for only a moment longer. Then I turned back toward the demon with the sliced ear. My hands lifted again as the magic answered my call.

John returned his attention to the men on the ground an evil grin on his face as he lowered his sword. "No no no n-" The man pleaded but his last word was cut short as the blade bore a hole through his chest. Anthony had hoped after witnessing an arrow hitting Havoc it would be enough to bring the monster down. Instead he was witnessing his men being decimated. 'I've underestimated this beast. He's indeed a god of war... Or more precise a demon!'

And if I would say that he is taking it rather well, I would be just a liar as he is. "Do you think you can come here with your army and take me on? You have only but now declared war, my dear son." "What makes you think that we shall make you live long enough to even start one, my dear father?" "You shall be overpowered in seconds." "You think? Then why are your men perishing one by one like little ants?" I watch as he sees the true horror that is unfolding down in the pit. And if the man was furious before, then he is boiling over from red hot rage. He truly did underestimate what a few Demons with a purpose can do to his army of savages.

I have to keep going, I can't stop, not now. I quickly get up, trying not to favor my foot as I fall back into a run, navigating again through the long maze of naked branches and twisted vines. Limping slightly, I try to stay away from the sharp, thorny ones, still bleeding profusely but thankfully, I'm getting close. I can hear the battle and the familiar animalistic shrieks coming from what I now know are Demons. Could it be? Could the Warriors be winning?

" I learnt this at home. I want to learn more. " " My daughter is a genius, " stated father. " My baby is so adorable. Casting a fire spell cute like her" added mother. " Bonine is charming when she is angry, " remarked Damien. " Hmpf !!! ", said brother Durian. Oooh God! My family is the weirdest in the world. Instead of getting upset, I feel weird. I need to go there. I remember that the war that happened was a bloody one. It wasn’t against humans like us, but it was humanity against demons. We indeed won, but a lot lost their lives. It was a hellish life! No matter where you looked, you’d find mourning families. For the first time, all humanity was in this, together. Some indeed took the

a guttural sound that echoed. My men fought like demons while his men kept falling fast I looked back at Thomas, struggling beneath me, blood pooling around him. “You wanted peace,” I growled, my wolf’s voice thick and low. “Now you have war.” And then I punched into his skull again.

“No.” A beat. “I’m only scared of losing you to your silence again.” That nearly broke him. He walked back to her. No hesitation this time. “No more silence,” he promised. And this time, it didn’t feel like a line. It felt like a vow. — Downstairs, the elevator doors opened. The man stepped inside. Pressed the top floor. And smiled faintly. Because wars are never won in the open. They are won in the places people think are safe.

Will you watch your empire turn to dust or will you do nothing? Bella stood there with her head bowed in front of the question. She did not answer. Then the old man said, "Even though you are hiding like a coward, your people are still very brave. They know that they will die in this war. Still, they are preparing for war with confidence, just in the hope that maybe at the last moment their queen will stand by them and they will win. If you do not want to come forward, I will not force you. I just want to tell you one thing. I am also participating in the war and I do not think that I will return alive. Maybe this is the last time I will see you. I am leaving here. I come here to say goodbye

"But after James, these are the men I trust most with my life." A small smile tugged at Demarion's lips. "And that's good enough for me." For a brief moment, he looked over everyone gathered before him. Then he released a slow breath. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, his voice becoming even more serious, "this is the starting line." The clearing fell silent. Even from where I watched, I could feel the weight of those words settle over them. The war was no longer something waiting in the distance. It was here.