𝕳𝖆𝖙𝖊 ⚜️𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

⚜️𝕱𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖓

The sun sets behind the deserted homes. The abandoned settlement is enveloped in darkness. The stench of rotting flesh wafts across the deserted streets. Except for him, there is no one in the community... The bandit moves across the moldy eaves. He hastily jumps from balcony to balcony. He walks across the street after sliding down a drainpipe. He curses himself as he rushes to his hiding place. He casts a quick glance behind him. Nothing is revealed by the darkness. In the freezing cold, his teeth rattle. He pushes himself up on the gutter, nervously. His black cloak is ruffled by the chilly wind. But it's not just the wind. A powerful hand pulls him back to the floor. When his back touches the ground, dust shoots up. He coughs for a few seconds while 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 clearly not going down without a fight! Vengeance descends through his legs, cursing and howling, after a hard kick in his balls from the bandit. 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. With a face of annoyance, Hate rests against the wooden pole. He was irritated by the young thief. He finally got Alana where he wanted her. Until that brat showed up. His plan had unfortunately not succeeded. 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 pounding in his throat. Thick rains fall from the sky. The disguised slender boy sprints to the crumbling bridge as fast as his skinny legs would allow. The young thief is trapped. He knows that he can't just run away. He's 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. As he loses his footing and falls over the edge, his heart races in his chest.
In terror, he tightly shuts his eyes. Anticipating the cold embrace of the swirling river. Nevertheless, that unfortunate event will not transpire. Instead of an icy downpour, the bandit's oxygen supply is promptly terminated. His dark cloak is firmly wrapped around his neck, causing him to look up and struggle for breath.
Vengeance clutches 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 sounds 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 laughs angrily. Vengeance yanks him up by the upper arms as Hate nods. After Vengeance forces him to his knees, the bandit lets his head hang.  "Who are you?" Hate questions. The robber does not respond. Impatiently, Hate sighs. The youngster his hood is grabbed by Vengeance who forces his head up. Hate gets 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 as his forehead brushes up against Hate's nose. Hate falls on his back cursing as never before.
Vengeance grabs the youngster by the collar.
"You fucking shit," he sneers. But the bandit is not yet done. He has one more trick on his sleeve. He punches his ellbow 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.
He hisses, "Where do you think you're going?" The robber, motivated by rage and hatred, assaults the demon with one of his daggers. Vengeance hisses. Angry he tries to take the weapon away and defend himself.  A violent battle over the dagger soon ensues. Above everything, though, dominance. 
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 beams with delight as he pushes the dagger deeper into the robber's abdomen.
The thief's intense gaze burn on vengeance as he gasps for breath.
With a low growl, the thief steps back. With admiration, 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, swearing. The bandit makes a backflip and disapears 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 a wooden door, his body shattered. His vision is hazy. He's dizzy but primarily exhausted.
He wanders through the streets, unsure of his fate. He occasionally comes to a halt to rest against a wall or door frame before continuing on his way. The thief is unaware that he is creating a blood trail. A drop falls on the sandy ground with each step he makes. A trail of crumbs for the demons...
Before opening a large barn door, he looks suspiciously over his shoulder. As he shuts the heavy door again, he groans in pain. He removes the gloves from his slender hands. Angry he tosses them on the floor.
The bandit opens his vest, panting. He examines the deep cut on his stomach. His slender, flat tummy is covered with blood. He goes through the weapons depot shed, growling. The walls are adorned with swords. On wooden table is lay all sorts of  daggers, pokers, and knives. The huge oven emits a nice orange light. Untidy materials are strewn over the workstation. A standard blacksmith's workshop.
He coughs and leans against the brick wall. He gazes out the big window. This is the only unobstructed window in the village. The blue moon is shining brigther as ever.
The bandit gently places his hand upon the wound. "Fuck."
He's still looking for bandages, but he doesn't know Hate is watching him. On the second floor, Hate is leaning over the metal railing, checking out the robber. He's getting more and more interested. With a sigh, the bandit meticulously examines all the cupboards and chests in search of the desired material.
He gently lowers himself onto a worn-out red couch, catching his breath. He carefully brings the needle close to his skin but suddenly stops.
He senses Hate's piercing glare. The thief gently raises his head. He casts a suspicious glance towards the upper floor. As Hate quickly jumps over the railing, he gets startled and jumps up. He effortlessly lands on the floor. The bandit takes a step back.
"And I thought it couldn't get any better," he says with a laugh. His finger glides over the blade of a lovely sword. The thief backs up. Hate approaches him, smirking. The thief moans and falls to his knees. It was already too late... He'd lost far too much blood. Hate laughs amusingly. As he steps closer, the thief lifts his hand, trying to push the demon back. His hand merely strokes Hate.  "Tired" Hate teases, grabbing the boy's hood. The boy's respiration is erratic and fast. His black, soulless eyes are burning 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 removes the handkerchief from her face. Her full, rosy lips are slightly parted. Her fair skin is bruised and discolored with yellow and blue marks. Blood trickles from her lips. His gaze moves hungrily down her tiny, hourglass figure, which had round, full breasts. She lets out a soft sigh before gently falling forward. Hate approaches her swiftly, a slight smile gracing his lips. He carefully lifts the young girl into his arms and disappears without a trace.