The Warrior

Suddenly a feeling of unease swept over him. The heat of the burning fire in the center of the room was warm and comforting, like the caress of a lover's hand. But something didn't feel quite right. He slowly stepped out of the shadows that swamped the edges of the circular room. There was something by the fire. In fact there was many somethings. He counted six distinct shapes as he moved ever nearer.

A feeling of dread began to build in the pit of his stomach as it dawned on him; they were bodies. The dread increased and evolved into sorrow as he saw that they were the bodies of his wife and five sons and daughters. His knees buckled beneath him and he crawled to his wife's side, scooping her up in his arms. His body unleashed a scream of anger, pain, and betrayal as he hugged her lifeless body to his. 

He remained this way for some time, sobbing, mourning in the blood soaked room of the tower. After a while he held his wife's beautiful face in front of his and tenderly kissed her lips one last time. He rose, and touched the faces of his children one by one, blessing them, and wishing them safe passage through the beyond.

He left the room feeling a thousand years older. He vowed to avenge the death of his family. 


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He opened his eyes, and they widened with terror. He remembered now. The Demon that stood before him was responsible for killing his family. This very Demon that was now sucking his life and soul from his body. The memory was triggered by the Demon leeching away at him, for that is what this sort of Demon does. A Desire Demon shows you what you desire most of all.

And this was what he had yearned for for many years now. He smiled for the first time in an age and grasped the Demon towards him and as his last breath left his body he kissed the Demon.

At last; he was free.