Behold the Demon
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You have summoned the best and the worst of my army, foolish Lithuanians! I give you my children to fight in your battle. Now leave...
And oh..."
...The madly evil laughter followed words of a dark and damning origin...the sound drones in my head, just like the autumn shower does upon the roofs of my hometown...
Yet now, after having summoned them, we have a fighting chance. No...A victory at hand against those damned Christian Germanes! Teutons...monsters...Seven firstborns have been given to HIS hands, to ensure HIS helping hand in this conflict.
A dire price...
He who sacrifices his conscience to ambition burns a picture to obtain the ashes.
That's the words we all heard as we left the depths of his foul realm...Grim faces remained the only expressions one could spot on any of us. We all gave our sons away for this. Now, we shall lead our people to salvation. Our men to victory...
I feel a dark presence within me, and with secret appreciation, I can sense the same darkness around other six. I can sense the fear of my countrymen and brothers-in-arms when they look at the seven of us. Almost a terror...
Finally, we charge, and the power of that presence surges through our bodies, and makes us leap ahead of the rest, as if we were winged.
The moment of impact...I swing...And...
All the field stops in one horrific moment...My body feels heavy as it always was before today...My legs shake...The sword has slid out of my hand...
And all I can see ahead of me now, is what I know the others saw in me, a bare few moments ago...Red eyed deamon, with a dark aura of horror around him...
The moment is over with a terrific clang of thousand bells as if gates of hell opened upon this field, and all I see is a claymore's blade cutting the air with ease and it's tip heading at my throat...
He who keeps company with wolves, will learn to howl. Or be eaten by them...