𝕳𝖆𝖙𝖊 ⚜️𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

⚜️𝕱𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖓

The sun sets behind the deserted houses. The abandoned settlement is enveloped in darkness. The stench of rotting flesh floats through the deserted streets. Except for him, there is no one in the neighborhood... The bandit moves over the moldy roofs. He hastily jumps from balcony to balcony. He crosses the street after sliding down a drainpipe. He curses himself as he rushes to his hiding spot. He glances behind him. The darkness hides everything. His teeth rattle in the freezing cold. He nervously pushes himself up on the gutter. The chilly wind ruffles his black cloak. But it is not only the wind. A strong hand pulls him back to the ground. When his back touches the ground, dust flies up. He coughs for a few seconds as he lies there. "Thought you got away huh" Vengeance grumbles. He approaches the young thief slowly. The demon's lips form a mocking smirk. The demon puts his foot on the boy's ankle, hoping for a painful cry from the thief. To his dismay, the thief does not make a sound. "What a hero," he scoffs, unimpressed. The robber glances at Vengeance with suspicion. "The boss wants to see you," Vengeance declares as coldly as a death sentence. When the youngster quickly leaps up, Vengeance takes a step back, surprised. He is not going down without a fight! Following the bandit his hard kick in Vengeance his balls, Vengeance descends through his legs, cursing and howling. The young thief dashes away. Adrenaline races through his veins after his rash attack on the monster. "You're going to die" Vengeance looms, moaning. Hate leans against the wooden pole, an annoyed expression on his face. He was irritated by the young robber. He finally had Alana where he wanted her. Until that brat turned up. Unfortunately, his plan did not succeed. The thief would be held accountable for his actions.
Tok, tok, tok. His attention is drawn to a gentle sound. He glances up, surprised, at the rotting rooftops. He cannot believe it! The youthful bandit hops from one roof to the next. Smooth as a kitten! His mouth slightly opens. Maybe he shouldn't kill the boy... He may be useful!
Not aware of Hate's watchful stare, the youngster slips off the roof. His damaged calf is burning with anguish. But he can't stop. He is not yet safe. He is aware that they are still here. He is unable to see them, but he senses their presence. He can still detect the lingering scent of burnt wood. Signs that the monster is near...
He moves slowly across the desolate streets. His heart is racing in his throat. Thick rains fall from the sky. The disguised, slender boy sprints to the crumbling bridge as fast as his skinny legs allow. The young thief is trapped. He knows that he can't just run away. He jumps on the edge of a stone bridge, looking out at the world, trying to figure out what to do. 
The frigid water flows menacingly beneath the bridge, only five meters below him. It collides with the stone wall with great force. The young thief trembles in fear. His heart is racing as he loses his balance and falls over the edge.
In terror, he tightly shuts his eyes. Anticipating the cold embrace of the turbulent river. Nonetheless, the unfortunate event will not happen. Instead of an icy downpour, the bandit is oxygen supply is abruptly cut. His dark cloak is tightly wrapped around his neck, forcing him to look up and gasp for air.
Vengeance holds his cape tightly in his right palm. He laughs amused. "Are you going somewhere" he sarcastically asks. The robber's most dreaded monster had saved him from drowning with incredible quickness. Vengeance leads the young burglar back onto the bridge as if it were nothing. He lands on his hands and knees, coughing.
"You reckless idiot," Hate hisses, kicking the youngster in the stomach. He collapses on his right side, coughing deeply. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment?" Hate kicks into the boy's gut once more. The kid huddles together, growling. He pinches his eyes closed as he crosses his arms over his stomach.  Hate squats next to the robber. A deep grumbling sound comes from his throat.
The thief makes one final attempt to harm his enemy. He attempts to hit his fist on Hate's nose, but Hate is quicker. He growls and grabs the boy's fist. The robber's small fist practically vanishes in Hate his hand. Hate chuckles angrily. Vengeance grabs his upper arms, after Hate nods. After Vengeance has forced him to his knees, the bandit hangs his head. "Who are you?" Hate questions. The robber does not respond. Impatiently, Hate sighs. Vengeance grabs the youngster by the hood and forces his head up. Hate moves a little closer. His lips are set in a cheeky grin. "Don't make me repeat myself," Hate threatens and squats in front of him. The thief grunts, slamming his forehead against Hate's nose. Hate falls on his back, cursing like never before.
Vengeance grabs the youngster by the collar.
"You fucking shit," Hate sneers. But the bandit is not yet done. He has one more trick on his sleeve. He punches his elbow in Vengeance his balls.
Vengeance growls and huffs before abruptly releasing the young man. The thief jumps away, but Vengeance is too quick for him. He grabs the young man's shoulder and tugs him back. Grunting the bandit rolls over the ground. 
Hate hisses.  "Where do you think you're going?" The robber, driven by rage and hatred, attacks the demon with one of his daggers. Vengeance growls deep. Angry he tries to take the weapon away and defend himself.  A violent battle over the dagger soon ensues. Above everything, though, dominance. Hate observes the young thief. Could it be? He frowns deeply. To avoid Vengeance, the boy rolls on the ground. He tries to get past him so he can flee and hide, but Vengeance refuses to let him. Vengeance grabs him close to his chest. Heavily breathing, the thief tries to push Vengeance's arms away. Above all, he needs to get away from the sharp dagger that is pointed at him. Unfortunately, Vengeance's demonical strength is unbeatable.
As the dagger burrows into the robber's belly, he huffs. With a groan, he stumbles to his feet.
Vengeance's lips form a faint smile as his palm is stained with the blood of his victim. Vengeance chuckles with delight as he pushes the dagger deeper into the robber's abdomen.
The thief's intense gaze burns on vengeance as he gasps for breath.
With a low growl, the thief steps back. Hate looks up to Vengeance. However, the thief declines to surrender.
He pulls the dagger from his stomach and tosses it at Vengeance. Vengeance dives away, growling. The bandit makes a backflip and disappears in the roaring water.
"No," Hate growls, diving onto the bridge. "Hate" Vengeance yells and rescues his master from a cold dive. It's too late... the thief has already fled. 
The thief gasps and raises his head above the water. The surrounding water colors red. He makes his way to the river's edge, fighting with the rushing torrent.
"Fuck" he mutters between his teeth as he drops his back on the riverbank. He groans and puts his hand on the gushing wound. He lifts his hand. Red blood covers his gloves. "Fuck," he says quietly. Cursing, he takes a few steps. He rests again on a wooden door, his body shattered. His vision is hazy. He's dizzy but primarily exhausted.
He wanders the streets, unsure of his future. He occasionally comes to a halt and rests against a wall or door frame before continuing his journey. The thief is not aware that he is leaving a blood trail. Every step he takes causes a drop to fall on the sandy ground. A breadcrumb trail for the demons... 

Before opening a large barn door, he casts a suspicious glance behind him. As he closes the heavy door again, he groans in pain. He takes the gloves off his slender hands. He throws them to the ground, enraged.
The thief opens his vest, panting. He inspects the deep cut on his stomach. His thin, flat stomach is covered in blood. He growls as he walks through the weapons depot shed. Swords hang on the walls. A wooden table is covered with various daggers, pokers, and knives. The large oven emits a pleasant orange light. Untidy materials are strewn across the workspace. A standard blacksmith's shop.
He coughs while leaning against the brick wall. He looks out the large window. This is the only unobstructed window in the village. The blue moon is shining brighter than ever.
The bandit carefully places his hand on the wound. "Fuck."
Hastily he searches for bandages. He has no idea that Hate is watching him. On the second floor, Hate is leaning over the metal railing, inspecting the robber. He is becoming more and more interested. The bandit sighs as he meticulously searches all of the cupboards and chests for the desired material.
He gently lowers himself onto a worn-out red couch to catch his breath. He carefully brings the needle close to his skin before abruptly stopping.
He notices Hate's piercing stare. The thief gently lifts his head. He casts a suspicious glance at the upper floor. As Hate quickly leaps over the railing, the bandit is startled and leaps up. He effortlessly lands on the floor. The bandit takes a step back.
"And I thought it couldn't get any better," Hate says with a laugh. His finger glides over the blade of a lovely sword. The thief moves back. Hate approaches him, smirking. The thief moans and collapses to his knees. It was already too late. He'd lost far too much blood. Hate laughs amusingly. As he gets closer, the thief raises his hand, hoping to push the demon away. His hand simply strokes Hate. "Tired," Hate teases, clutching the boy's hood. The boy's breathing is erratic and rapid. Hate his black, soulless eyes burn into him. You can see the fear in the robber's eyes. Hate rips the hood off his head with a hard yank. His lips part slightly. His pupils dilate. This is not what he was expecting! He is silent for a few seconds. He keeps an eye on the young thief. The young thief in front of him is terrified.
Her hair is medium length, dark brown, and wavy. It falls over her pointed ears. He smiles and pulls the handkerchief from her face. Her lips are full, rosy, and slightly parted. Her fair skin is bruised and discolored, with yellow and blue spots. Blood flows from her lips. His gaze moves hungrily down her tiny, hourglass figure, which featured round, full breasts. She gives a soft sigh and gently falls forward. Hate approaches her quickly, a faint smile on his lips. He carefully lifts the young girl into his arms before disappearing without a trace.