[b]DAY 6: EYE TRAUMA – MONSTER HUNT[/b]

There had been a sudden outbreak of monsters around the town. To most people, however, they were invisible and they could only see their destructive power when they were ravaging property, like crashing against the cars, breaking windows and setting things on fire abruptly. Common folk were completely clueless about these happenings and panic had started to spread across the town. You never knew where something strange would occur again. But of course, there were also people who were more knowledgeable than the rest, even people who could see the monsters with their naked eye. In secret, a group of people had established a team that specialized in hunting these monsters down and studying them, thus protecting the town: Team Phoenix.

They liked to work behind the scenes, aiming to get the job done without causing too much panic among the common people. They had observers on the move constantly who were watching out for monster activity, and if spotting any, they would contact the headquarters that would then send a hunting team to the location.

And so, on this one night, a disturbance was reported in a high school. Something had invaded it and started to wreak havoc. A unit was dispatched right away to deal with the problematic creature.

A group of six hunters arrived to the school grounds. They noticed immediately that something had caused damage, such as breaking few windows and tore down the main entrance. Armed with guns, they carefully entered the building through the wrecked door, their flashlights bringing some light to the dark school corridors. They decided to split up into two groups, thus doubling their efficiency. They parted their ways, beginning their hunt.

Team Phoenix members were sneaking through the school, which was strangely creepy place during the night. They searched all around for the reported beast, checking every hall and class room. They were mostly silent during their mission, only occasionally whispering that the place they had just checked was clear. But they kept quiet just so they could hear any sound cue possible. 

One of the two groups, formed by Ace, Darren and Richie, was looking for the creature from one of the class rooms located on the third floor. They advanced carefully, their flashlights piercing through the darkness. None of them had the gift of seeing the monsters with their naked eye, but they had special lenses in their headgear that made it possible for them to see the creatures. 

“Shit, where the fuck is it?” Ace muttered quietly. He had never had too much patience and would rather jump right to the action.

As if those had been the magic words, the men suddenly heard a loud crashing sound from the other side of the class room, pointing their guns right away to the sound's direction, witnessing how something had send school desks and chairs flying. They could only see a flash of a long, striped tail and then suddenly, it was gone. Just nowhere to be seen.

“Wonderful”, Darren stated. “I've always hated invisible enemies in video games. And sure as hell I hate them even more in real life.”

Nobody had time to reply to his snarky comment when they heard skittering sound from the ceiling.

“It's above us!” Richie shouted. “Shoot the shit out of that fucker!”

Their guns went blazing when they started to randomly shoot at the ceiling, trying to find their invisible target. They missed a lot, but eventually Ace managed to hit something with his bullets, a little bit of blood suddenly spilling down. An unnatural shriek could be heard and then, a four-legged scaly monster revealed itself to the men. Swiftly as a lightning, it bounced down, slashing with its sharp, enormous claws at Richie's face. The man screamed in pain as the claws tore his skin and ripped his one eye out. This distracted the other two men and while they were focused on their injured partner, the monster zipped away.

“Ouch, that looks pretty bad”, Ace said while examining Richie's wound.

The monster had caused a pretty nasty injury on the man's face. A good part of his head had been torn open and it was bleeding quite badly. The worst thing probably was the ripped eye.

But Richie acted like that it wasn't that serious.

“Son of a bitch”, he growled with a low voice. “Let's go boys, we have a bastard to kill.”

“Are you sure?” Darren asked, worried. “We could let the other team take care of this and go get you patched up.”

“I'm fine enough”, Richie answered, starting already to walk away.

His partners looked at each other quite helplessly. They probably wouldn't be able to change Richie's mind. They shrugged, following their companion soon, resuming the hunt once again.

They had a monster to kill.



[b]DAY 7: BACKSTABBED – THE BETRAYED[/b]

He had been out on walk, just like every other day. It was part of his routine. And crossing this one specific bridge on a quiet road was usually on the path he had set to himself. And so it had been on that day as well, thinking not much of it. But when he had walked across the bridge on that foggy morning, he hadn't been aware that something was off. After he had managed to get to the other side, the fog had suddenly become thicker. He couldn't see much anything. In fact, this was the worst mist he had ever seen. He hoped that it would somewhat get clearer and just kept going on. He had no idea that when he had crossed the bridge, he had also crossed an invisible veil to another dimension. And when he had done this unintentional deed, he had sealed his fate.

He wouldn't be able to get out.

Of course, he didn't notice anything odd for a while. But as he wandered further and the fog started to fade away little, he finally realized that the road he had been walking on was unfamiliar. He was lost. There was still mist lingering in the air, so he couldn't take too much of a glance at his surroundings. But he could distinguish that he was currently going through a forest of some sort. It felt like that it was a haunting place and that there was something really wrong about it, but he couldn't really put a finger on what that was exactly. He just had a hunch that he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Who knows, perhaps there was something malicious that kept an eye on him. With shivers in his spine, he began to hasten his pace, wanting to get away. He tried to go back the direction where he had come from, but after it had felt like that he had been walking way longer than before the thick mist had appeared, he became clueless. It suddenly seemed like the whole familiar road he had traveled was just gone completely. This caused quite a bit anxiety stirring within him. It appeared that his only way out of there was to walk on some random directions and hope that he could find somebody that could help him. Not wasting time, he nervously took a step to some unknown path and started going.

To his relief, he eventually successfully made it out of the forest – and without having unpleasant encounters. He noticed his heart was beating a bit faster than it normally should and he did admit to himself that he was feeling a little afraid. He stopped, took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. After managing to get slightly more relaxed, he continued walking. The mist was still there so he still couldn't see much of what was ahead.

Until the fog suddenly cleared up.

Unexpectedly, he found himself from a top of a hill. There were just gray grasslands around him. The grass looked dead, yearning for a sunlight that had abandoned these lands. Or so he felt like. The view made him quite depressed. But there was also more. Resting at the center of the lands, there was a village. It didn't look too bad from his spot, so he let himself be hopeful. Maybe there could be someone who could help him. He began to walk down the road, his destination being the village.

As soon as he reached the first buildings, he got a really sinister feeling in his heart. They were a little damaged and looked like they were built a couple of centuries ago. The color gray dominated them, all radiating coldness and demise. What was even more disturbing, some buildings had blood splatters in them, as well as bullet holes. Some slaughtering had surely happened in these streets. Just a thought of such happening gave him the chills. But he was adamant that he needed to find someone who could help him. He hadn't seen a single soul, so he had no other choice but to knock on the doors. For a good while he tried to find another human being, but no matter how many times he knocked, there was no answer. Eventually this really made him disheartened.

Despair started to conquer his mind. He had tried many doors, but there never was an answer. Surely at least someone could live here, right? In the end, though, this was the only thing he could do.

A moment later he heard some crying. He stopped in his tracks. He partly felt relieved that there actually was someone else in this village, but partly he was cautious and anxious. Something in that crying gave him ominous vibes. But whoever was making those disturbed sounds was the only person he could find, so he thought that he should check out the source. He began to walk toward the sobbing, mentally preparing himself.

He found a building which had its door slightly ajar. That's where the crying was coming from. Carefully he tiptoed to the door and slowly pushed it open. The door complained with a creak, and he then took a look inside. Straight on the opposite side on the door there was stairs leading to second floor. From the door there was a view to a spacious room that was quite empty. There was only a single table with lit candles on it and curtains that had been pulled to cover the window, thus blocking the minimal natural light this village had.

And in the center of the room, there was a young woman weeping, on her knees and hands covering her face. She had strange clothes on, they seemed to be from Victorian era. She wasn't facing the door, so she probably hadn't noticed him getting in. This position also made him see something disturbing.

There was quite a handful of knives sticking out of her back. All the wounds were bleeding, ruining her beautiful dress. He was shocked by this sight and his first reaction was to run to the young woman and start screaming: “Oh god, oh god, is there any other people around?!”

She got startled by this. Just for a moment her eyes were wide open and she seemed to be surprised by his presence, tears still rolling down her cheeks. But then her expression changed and her face was filled with rage. With unnatural movement she reached for her back and actually pulled out one of the knives.

“Get out! Get out! Out!” she screamed and started swinging her bloody knife wildly, managing to slash a wound to his arm before he had time to comprehend what was happening and retreat away from her reach.

He backed off, still not fully understanding what was happening, his eyes trying to follow the flurry of the bloody blade. She didn't seem to want to pursue him, though, for whatever reason. So he did the sane thing to do and slipped away from the door.

When he was out on the street again, he paused for a moment. What had just happened? It made no sense… She was obviously hurt and he just wanted to help her and then she just attacked like that… Why?

He examined the wound he had got. It was bleeding a little, but didn't seem to be that deep. Good. He gave one last glance at the door where he had just come from, and turned to walk away.

But suddenly he heard a man's voice.

“Oh, so you met The Betrayed.”

The voice was coming behind him, so he turned around. As expected, there was a man standing there, and judging by the first glance, he seemed to be normal. He was wearing clean and neat medieval clothes, though. They were sort of out of place.

But he was happy that he had finally encountered someone – at least someone who wasn't going to slit and stab him.

“Who was that lady?” he asked, pointing at the door.

“She means no harm usually”, the other man answered. “Just leave her be. She has a sad story.”

“Tell me about it”, he said. “And what the hell is this place.”

“Come with me.” The mysterious man raised his hand as an according gesture. “I will tell you everything.”



[b]DAY 8: SCISSORS – PHANTASM STEEL[/b]

A group of teens, Julia, Delilah, Mitch, Shawn and Vivian, were hanging out at the mall. A normal activity by people of their age on a Saturday noon. They were being loud, throwing jokes at each other and in the eyes of older generation, they were being rather obnoxious. In fact, they did get few angry looks from elderly people. But they didn't care, for they were having great time. 

At some point they had decided to cease fooling around for a while and stop to eat something. As expected, their choice was a fast-food restaurant. While eating, they continued laughing and talking out loud, enjoying their time together. They were chatting about everyday things, but at some point, something a bit more peculiar showed up in their discourse.

Mitch brought up a topic regarding an old manor that was located on the area beyond the outskirts of the town. It had been empty for a few decades after its old owner died mysteriously. According to rumors, the place was haunted, and most common one was that the ghost of the owner could be seen wandering in the garden. But did these rumors have at least a tiny bit of truth behind them?

That was when Shawn playfully suggested that they should go and take a look at the place. A heating debate then ensued whether they should or shouldn't do it. Shawn and Vivian were those who wanted to check out the manor, Delilah wasn't really sure what to think about and Mitch and Julia didn't like the idea that much. Of course, Shawn and Vivian played the card that all the others were chickens. After a good while of persuading the others, the whole group finally decided – although some of them reluctantly – that they pay a visit to the manor. The five friends finished their meal and began their adventure. Shawn, Mitch and Vivian had motorbikes, so two of them could give a ride to Julia and Delilah. After they had decided that Delilah would come with Vivian and Julia with Mitch, they drove away and headed to the manor.

After leaving the outskirts of the town, a border of the forest greeted the riders. They traveled a good while before they saw a signpost that pointed to the direction of the road that would lead to the manor. They made a turn to follow the path to their destination.

The further they went, the darker and denser the forest seemed to get. That itself felt a bit creepy, so Mitch and Julia started already get a bit spooked. Finally, the trees stepped aside and revealed the property of an old manor. They drove through the open gate and when they reached the forecourt, they turned off their vehicles and stood up. The building in front of them had definitely seen better days. Its white paint had cracked, and there were signs of vandalism, such as ugly spray paintings on the walls, broken windows and smashed main entrance.

“See?” Shawn said. “Other people have been here as well! There's nothing to be afraid of!”

“Still not sure about this”, Mitch was muttering.

“Come on, let's go take a look!” Shawn chirped joyfully, already bouncing toward the entrance.

Vivian was almost as enthusiastic as her male friend and followed him right away. The others tailed behind, having calmer pace as they disappeared into the insides of the building.

More signs of vandalism could be seen inside. Spray paintings had conquered walls inside the manor as well, and there were beer cans left behind, broken furniture, as well as black smudges on few spots on the wall and floor, as if something had been tried to burn. Obviously, this group of five weren't the first teens to invade this place.

Shawn and Vivian were already going ahead excitedly, while three other friends were being a bit hesitant.

“Let them have their fun”, Mitch stated. “We can wait them here.”

“Well, I'm going to look around a little”, Delilah said.

Mitch just waved his hand, gesturing that she was free to do whatever she wanted. So while Julia stayed with Mitch, Delilah left them and went on her own ways.

Delilah wandered through the lower floor of the building. It was such a shame that it had been ravaged so badly, it probably had been pretty impressive when the old owner had still lived there. She managed to find her way into some sort of trophy room that held taxidermized animals, all of them ruined more or less. Delilah was taking a better look at a lynx, when she suddenly got shivers. As if she had sensed what was causing it, she turned around and saw an unfamiliar figure.

There was a little girl. She had a pale skin and long hair that hid her eyes. She was wearing nothing but a white dress that had bloodstains on it, which was alarming itself, but in her hands she was holding giant scissors, stained with blood just like her dress.

Delilah was overwhelmed by fear. She got frozen as the strange girl walked closer and closer, snapping the scissors.

“Wh-what are you?!”

That was the only thing Delilah could say before the girl suddenly sprinted with unnatural speed to her and cut off her head. Delilah's head rolled down to the floor, her body slamming to it as well, and in her dead eyes was caught the moment of terror. The little girl disappeared, setting her destination to her next victim.

Shawn and Vivian were running around the second floor. They were having a good time, laughing and tackling each other as they raced through the hall. When they were done with their running, they were bitten by curiosity and started to look through the rooms on that hall. They opened one door that lead them to a room that had been used as a guest bedroom. They investigated it pretty thoroughly, and when Vivian looked under the bed, she noticed that there was a small chest. Interested in what it could contain, she foisted her hand there, trying to reach it.

But suddenly, she let out a horrible scream.

Shawn turned to her direction, alarmed by the abrupt sound. The sight shocked him: Vivian's hand had been cut off and she was screaming and holding it as it was bleeding all over the place. Shawn couldn't move, he was so stunned by this. Then Vivian fell, and Shawn could see a glimpse of steel reaching under the bed. Something had cut off her ankle as well.

“Oh god, oh god, what can I do…”

Shawn was completely overwhelmed by shock and was stomping around the room aimlessly. He didn't notice right away that something was crawling out under the bed. The same little girl that had killed Delilah emerged and without hesitation, snapped off Vivian's head. Registering this, Shawn attempted to run away, but the door slammed shut in front of his face and he slammed against it. He didn't really have time to do anything else when his head had already got chopped off as well.

Two more victims for the steel. The girl sunk to the floor, preparing for the finale.

Mitch and Julia who had decided to wait for others near the entrance heard the screams and got immediately alerted. 

“Should we go check what that was about?” Julia asked.

“No, no, no, I'm fucking out of here”, Mitch said and was already marching out of the doorway.

Julia was concerned about her friends, but didn't want to be left alone, so she followed Mitch. The boy was already trying to turn on his motorbike, but for some reason the engine wouldn't start.

“Shit, shit, shit…” he hissed.

Instinctively, Julia gave a glance at the main entrance of the manor and saw the figure of a girl holding giant scissors. She got immediately spooked by the sight and told her friend to hurry up.

“I'm trying, I'm trying!” Mitch cried out loud.

But it was already too late.

In a blink of an eye, the girl had appeared next to them. They had no time to react when they had already lost one of their feet, causing them to lose balance and tumble down to the ground, shrieking in agony. The little girl didn't waste time and coldly just cut off Julia's head. Witnessing this caused even more distress for Mitch.

“Please don't, please don't”, he whimpered as he raised his hands, as if that could help him to protect himself.

But the girl felt no mercy. She chopped off Mitch's head, bringing him the same fate that had claimed his friends.

The girl walked slowly back to the manor. The scissors in her hands were satisfied. Now it was time to feast.



[b]DAY 9: MAGGOTS – FAMILY SECRET[/b]

The Onale family enjoyed the reputation of being the most excellent blacksmiths in the town for as long as the town had existed. They made such quality work that there were always customers for them, and so they had become quite wealthy. The knowledge of how to make and repair things had been passed from father to son for generations. Currently, Hoend was the only man running the blacksmith shop, since his father had passed away almost a decade ago. He was constantly busy, but he didn't complain. This job brought bread to his table, after all.

He had just got an order from the kingdom's prince itself, to forge a sword fitting for royalty. It was such an honor to be chosen for this task, so Hoend had put all of his skills in use and created one of the greatest weapons he had ever done. It looked regal, but was also durable and well-balanced. He was really proud of his work, but it was ultimately the prince who could make the judgement if it was good enough. Hoend had wrapped the sword in a cloth and then headed to the castle to see the prince. He wished from the bottom of his heart that this would go well. When he had been escorted to meet his client, he was feeling nervous as he was kneeling in front of the majestic young man. Hoend had handed over the wrapped weapon, and the prince picked it up. He took the cloth off and when the sword got revealed, his eyes lit up. He grasped the scabbard and raised the weapon to the air, his eyes going up and down the blade. He swinged it a little bit, and performed few other moves, then nodding as a sign of approval. The prince really liked the sword. That was one more satisfied customer for Hoend. Taking the prince's gratitude with him, the blacksmith left the castle.

He decided to stop by at a tavern before heading home, thinking that he had earned few beers. As he was approaching the building, he could hear a lot of laughter and chattering coming from inside. Cheery folks had found their way into the tavern today, it seemed. Hoend entered the place and joined the jolly crowd. And for a good few hours he spent his time there, drinking beer and had a good time in general. When the nightfall arrived, he decided to head home. His path illuminated by lanterns, he travelled back to his shop. This had been such a good day.

And it would only get better.

As Hoend had entered inside of his cozy home, he sighed contently. He lit his oil lantern that was waiting for him on a table, just next to the door. He walked to his bedroom that on a first glance looked very ordinary. But it had a secret. Hoend placed the lantern to floor, then starting to push his bed, moving it all the way to against a wall. He revealed a hatch that had been hidden under the bed. He took his lantern again, opened the hatch and started descending the stairs that had just got discovered.

The stairs took him to an underground chamber. On the opposite side from the stairs there was pretty much just an empty wall, however, it had shackles on it, though not in use at that moment. And against the two other walls were two tables with rows of lit candles on them, and above them, hanging on the walls, were various sharp items, such as knives, scissors and saws. Concerning thing was, that there were bloodstains in almost every corner of the room. But the most shuddering probably was the fact, that in the center of the chamber there was a table with restraints.

And currently, some poor soul had been tied to it from all of his four limbs.

“How are we doing in this fine evening?” Hoend asked tauntingly as he put the lantern down on one of the tables.

The other man could only answer with muffled sounds as he was gagged. He was laying on the table completely naked. And he had a horrible large wound on his stomach. It was like a part of his skin had been removed, but not too deeply. But even more disturbing was that there were maggots crawling in his red, fleshy abdomen, squirming around. If having such a nasty wound on stomach didn't give him enough pain, then sure as hell these little crawlers did as they were eating his flesh.

This was the secret of Onale family. The dark side no outsider was aware of. This torture chamber had existed for generations and just like the blacksmithing skills and techniques had been passed from father to son, so had the existence and usage of this room. This is what happened in Hoend's case as well. It had been his father who had introduced him to this dark world and made him become one of the sadistic monsters. It was in his blood and part of his nature. And Hoend had embraced that.

The blacksmith walked to the table of torture and gently caressed his little toy's cheek. He had always favored men as his victims, though he couldn't explain why. Hoend run his hand across his victim's body, stopping right before reaching his torn stomach. He drew few circles to the bare skin with his finger, watching how the maggots were crawling around in the wound. Then he suddenly thrusted his hand into the injury, groping it. A muffled scream of agony came out of his victim's mouth. Hoend drew his hand back and started licking his bloody fingers. He smiled menacingly as his gaze wandered all around his prey's naked body. Then he bended over and started licking the wound leisurely, causing his victim to cry in pain. He continued this for a little while before retreating, corners of his mouth now red.

Hoend kept staring at the other man and running his hand around different parts of the poor soul's body. He enjoyed the sight of creepy crawlers and let them do the torturing job. He would watch and savor the moment, take it slowly with this victim.

He had time.



[b]DAY 10: POSSESSED – FALL OF THE GUARDIANS[/b]

Special people, simply called Guardians, were important part of the mountain region. There were quite a lot of demons roaming around, but it was possible for common folk to live there, since Guardians protected them. These Guardians were masters of martial arts but had magical abilities as well. This made them excellent warriors. Magic was a rare gift, but the special bloodline of Guardians guaranteed that the members of the family possessed this ability. However, the bloodline and skills weren't enough if you wanted to be called true Guardian. There was this one rite you had to undergo first. And it was a very dangerous one, many had died during it. The task itself was pretty simple: you had to bring a unique fruit from a place called Umot. The challenging thing was that this place in question was the realm of demons. But if you can't make this journey, then how are you able to protect the region?

And so it occurred that a young man Rislem was about to become true Guardian. He just had to carry out the mission to Umot. As the fated day came closer and closer, he had started to feel quite nervous. That was understandable, but showing weakness was simply not allowed in his family. Though, Rislem was going to enter Umot with his childhood friend Hadar. He was a great warrior as well, even though he didn't have magical abilities. It was common for young Guardians to take a companion with them to aid with the mission, but they could only take one. Having Hadar in that place of danger to watch for his back did really bring some sort of peace to Rislem's mind.

Then it was time for him to prove himself.

He was walking in the middle of convoy with Hadar. Different instruments were playing a soothing melody as the people walked toward the roots of a mountain. A cavern's gaping mouth devoured the convoy and soon they met a group of sentinels who were guarding the gateway. Everyone stopped, music faded away. Rislem's father diverged from the mass of people, holding a peculiar orb above his head for everyone to see. A huge stone barrier was blocking the way, but that orb was the key. The man inserted the object to the gate's round socket and the mountain started to shake as the two realms got connected once more. A corridor of darkness was awaiting Rislem and Hadar. Keeping bravery close to their hearts, they walked to the gate, Rislem getting few pats to the shoulder from his father, and then they disappeared to the demon realm.

The gateway would be open for seven days. If they didn't return in time, they would get trapped in Umot.

As expected, the environment was dominated by darkness. But there was also some strange beauty in it. There were very exotic-looking plants everywhere, being a lot more gigantic than what Rislem and Hadar had ever seen in their world. In the sky there were two spheres, almost like twin moons, shining their light to the odd world below. From a first glance, Umot didn't seem to be that dangerous, but the two young men had only just started their journey, so who knows what kind of horrors could lie ahead.

The first day wasn't eventful. They hadn't really had encounters, except for some small critters that had been afraid of them and just fled right away. But Rislem and Hadar didn't let their guard down. It was only a matter of time before they would meet demons. When they decided to rest for a while, Hadar let Rislem sleep first while he was guarding. After some hours, they switched roles. During their rest, not a single demon had appeared.

On the second day, Rislem and Hadar finally encountered a hostile creature. But it wasn't very powerful and was easily defeated. If all combats were going to be like this, the mission would then become pretty easy. The two young men made the mistake that they were already getting victorious.

But it was all going to change.

It was only the third day and their journey would end up in tragedy.

Rislem and Hadar were just wandering around, defeating some lesser demons every now and then. They were feeling a bit cocky, so when this another demon came in their way, the young men were ready to take it on without hesitation. 

“My, my, what do we have here?” the demon spoke with an otherworldly voice, circling around Rislem and Hadar. “A Guardian? And another warrior? My, what a treat!”

It was a gray, scaly monster with no legs and it was floating in the air, having some ominous purple aura surrounding it. At the end of its tail there was a blade that looked a lot like a scythe. It had two arms, its hands wielding huge claws. And its head resembled a dragon, its bright blue eyes filled with malevolence.

“Move away or we have to slay you!” Hadar said, his sword ready to taste more demon blood.

“You? Slay me?” the demon laughed. “That will not happen, kid!”

Rislem and Hadar were ready to fight and charged ahead, their swords aimed at the demon. Hadar was ready to do the first move, giving his friend a time to cast a spell. Hadar slashed the demon – but it didn't affect it in any way.

“What the...?” Hadar was confused. His weapon had just gone trough the demon's body, as if he had just slashed air.

Rislem had managed to chant a spell that gave his blade an ability to do magical damage, hoping that at least this would do harm to the creature. But just like Hadar's ordinary weapon, his sword went straight through the demon. Rislem was completely dumbfounded: what the hell was this creature?!

The demon laughed, suddenly starting to turn into a purple mist. And just like that, with a blink of an eye, it invaded Rislem's mouth, disappearing inside of him. The young Guardian began to judder, fighting the intruder in his body. His joints made disgusting cracking sounds as his body twisted into unnatural positions like a broken mannequin. Rislem's eyes started bleeding some black goo, his skin tearing apart like paper. Hadar couldn't help but watch as his friend was being tormented, breaking. The sight was so horrible that tears started to roll down Hadar's cheeks.

As Rislem's head violently bobbed backwards, the possession seemed to stop. His body just was there, as if hanging from invisible strings. Limbs back in place and skin healed, he raised his head, grinning widely. His brown eyes were now bright blue, still bleeding black goo.

At that point Hadar knew that he had lost his friend… Or, at least to him, Rislem had been more than a friend. But he would never be able to tell him that. Feeling suddenly so weak and helpless, Hadar fell to the ground on his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

The possessed Rislem walked to him, placed the sword beneath Hadar's chin and forced him to raise his head. 

“You are not needed.”

The sword cut trough Hadar's throat, blade emerging from his neck. As the possessed Rislem pulled the weapon back, Hadar's body fell to the ground.

The demon chuckled a bit to himself. It was time for him to visit the mortal world. With this body he could easily infiltrate it and erase the Guardians, then beginning his reign.