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Manduro was about ready to leave the scene. He planned on getting into town so he could reserve a nice room for himself at a tavern. Surely, there would be a wonderful bath waiting for him, and maybe a whore to keep him company. The way he rewarded himself for a job well done was his favorite part, aside from all the killing. Unfortunately, that would have to wait... Someone was here.
The grotesque monster he stood with made a grunt when she sensed the intruder, and the few canines Manduro summoned watched her carefully from hiding places. The only reason she wasn't being teared apart was because their Master signaled for them to stay put. This was a very interesting discovery to the evil spell caster! Not only was she left out of the massacre, she was challenging him? Within the darkness of his hood, he was grinning with amusement.
"Your people? They were my people, too. Now they're dead people!" To go with his deep, terrifying voice was a raspy sounding laugh. Even a child would be able to identify that laugh as psychotic.
He didn't bother answering any of her questions. Telling her why they deserved to die wasn't any of her business, unless she knew the story about him. Then again, without knowing his name, how would she piece that together?
Running a hand along the matted fur of his summon's head, he whispered a few words that were necessary in returning the beast to her lair until he needed her again. The giant mutant seemed to growl with affection before disappearing right before their eyes, leaving behind damaged grass where she had been standing. With her vanishing, Manduro slowly dropped from midair and back to the ground. The entire time, he kept his glowing eyes on her, while his pack of monstrous wolves surrounded him to protect him. They were eagerly awaiting the moment they could spring forward and bite her.
"So... What exactly do you intend to do? What can you do, that not even the elders could do, to stop me?" he asked, genuinely curious. There was no reason to rush into killing her. Not only did he like her bravery, he liked her appearance. He was shamelessly looking the woman over, undressing her with his eyes and imagining how she'd look in different positions with him. It had been a long time since he tasted a witch...
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Manduro watched as she concocted ingredients to create an odoriferous fog. It was confusing his pets' senses of smell, while also blinding them to all surroundings. They would be of no use in these conditions. The canines seemed to whine with disappointment as they were sent away in the same fashion as the mutant bear creature from before, except for one. Manduro needed one of the wolves for part of his plan.
Did he think she was stupid? Yes. He felt that way towards anyone who was courageous enough to approach him with a threat. Bravery was part idiocy, though. Therefore, he admired her. It wasn't often that he could look past his own ego to appreciate such a quality.
He smiled again within the hood of his cloak, his eyes following the faint silhouette of the which as she hid amongst the fog. One of his hands was petting along the shadowy fur of his wolf demon, a glow of green emitting from his palm a few seconds later. The dog howled until it was breathless, then collapsed to the ground, seeming to disintegrate. Manduro was absorbing all of the animal's energy. The sacrifice would mean one less wolf to serve him, but at least he had more power available for this little fight. All the summoning he did to destroy this village took a lot out of him, after all.
Feeling refreshed, he twirled his magic staff in the air, calling upon new creatures to summon. A little vortex appeared above him, a few small bodies dropping out of it. They looked to be little imps, each the size of a child with horns on their heads, bony limbs, and fat little stomachs. Manduro muttered a few words while staring at the critters, then watched as they combusted. The spell lit his own minions on fire, causing them to scream out in pain and grab at their endlessly burning flesh.
With a dark chuckle, he nudged against the four fiery imps. They went running blindly through the fog, Manduro's intention to scare her out the tortured little demons and maybe inflict some flame damage. Meanwhile, the warlock himself went lurking through the mist, quite fond of her choice in battlefield weather. Blood was more of a delicious aroma to him, instead of a vomit inducing smell. In fact, he was very excited by this.
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Manduro had to contain the urge to make classic maniacal laughter at this situation. His vocals were already sore from doing that earlier, along with the ways he'd yell out his spells. The warlock was hellbent on making the slaughter of his race legendary, so he left out no theatrics. This was not the time to replay the memories in his head, though. There was one remaining victim thirsting for his blood, so he had to stay alert. When a person was ached by the death of their family, anything seemed possible. Especially since his people were known to be very... Passionate.
Something lit up the area for a moment, that being the bolt of lightning that fried one of his minions. Impressive, he thought. Being able to produce that from a few words and a vial of substance took a high level of skill, if he remembered correctly. The recipes witches came up with confused him more often than not.
He followed the echoing of her voice as she cried out with a combination of terror, and pain. Manduro walked through the crimson fog haughtily, stepping on the corpses of his clan without a care. She'd probably be able to hear him coming because of the ways the bodies cracked under his boots.
The smell of fresh burning flesh hit his nostrils, tangling with the scent of the blood in the air. She must have been stricken by one of the flaming imps. Those poor creatures were probably near death now. They could only last so long while perishing in flames. So, he decided to trouble her with something different. Hissing out a single word, he hit his staff against the ground and watched as a length of shadows went creeping towards her. It resembled a snake with the way it slithered. Eyes could even be seen as beady orbs of white.
Manduro's reptilian phantom jumped into the corpse of the girl's father, possessing the arm that was reaching out in the fashion of reaching out for help. The hand moved, touching to her foot and gripping it. Nothing else was animated except for the fingers. Raising the dead wasn't a capability he had, surprisingly. The most he could do was make it move a little.
"By the way, I'm named Manduro," he told her with a snicker, his voice sounding awfully close. That was because he was standing right behind her.
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The witch's reaction was delightful. Much to his disappointment, however, she didn't punch him like she intended to. Manduro was a glutton for pain, but he was also interested to see just how strong she was. One could be surprised at how physically vulnerable he was. Like any magic wielder, he had a hard time standing up against fist fights. Since she was magical herself, it was very possible she could break through his barriers.
Manduro studied her as she stepped backwards, expressing the horror upon connecting his name to a buried memory. By now, he would have launched another attack. Something stopped him, though. There was a familiarity between them, especially when he fixed his gaze on those electric green eyes of hers. There was suddenly a flash of images in his mind, all replaying times of his childhood and teenage years. The one that stood out the most was of a young lady with golden hair and a smile that could light up any room. He was supposed to meet her at the lake not too far from their village, so they could spend quality time together amongst the calm breeze, friendly fireflies, and tuneful swallows. That was their plan, since she wasn't allowed to attend his coming of age ceremony.
He planned to kiss her that evening, too. Sadly, he failed to meet her at the spot he promised. On his way there, he was stopped by his superiors and locked away for practicing his dark magic on his opponent in the ceremony. There was just no escaping the Elders when they were in their element. At the time, he wasn't nearly strong enough to stand up to them.
The warlock suppressed the memories as best he could, his focus on the present returning. No one ever triggered that in him before. Without a doubt, she was that girl he grew up falling in love with. He wanted her to run away with him, but that was made impossible...
"Well, they lied to you," he replied coldly. "I did not fail anything. I was banished, though. Clearly, they covered that up with a fake story." Disgusted by this, he made a scowl at the litter of bodies before looking at her again. He took a few steps closer to her, then swung his staff at her shins to try and make her fall over.
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When Tria brought up the murder of children, he just shrugged his shoulders and whispered the words: "Oh well." Obviously, he felt no remorse for taking the lives of the innocent. The years he lived in solitude had been harsh enough that he came to resent all living creatures he couldn't control. Every pieces of his heart was black. At least, he thought so... It appeared he still had a shred of humanity left, seeing that he couldn't outright kill this girl as fast as he hoped he would.
Manduro barked out a curse when the dry soil was thrown into his eyes. His hood slipped from his head while he rubbed at them, fully revealing what was hidden in it. Surprisingly, he maintained a handsome facial image. His face was very youthful and flawless except for an ugly diagonal scar that slashed over his left cheek. It extended from the outer corner of his eye to his jaw, looking like the damage of a blade. His hair was short and colored a bluish black, making him look all the paler. The glowing in his eyes dimmed down, revealing normal looking ones with purple irises surrounded by redness from irritation of the dirt.
Gritting his teeth in anger, he made a growl and started pursuing her. His vision wasn't perfect, but he could see where she was headed since the fog was clearing up. The sounds of her clumsy footsteps made it even easier. At the sound of her tripping over a dead body and falling, he picked up his pace until he reached her.
"You'll learn to love the new me!" Manduro told her with a twisted smile. He didn't entirely mean it, though he did wish it. Reaching down, he took a fistful of the fabric of her hood and dragged her through the wasteland he created until the air was clearer. At the moment was when he'd let go of her and pin her down with the butt of his magical weapon.
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The harsh words she blurted out at him didn't sting like he thought they would. Manduro thought with grim amusement that he was resistant to most emotional attacks. It was a useful, yet unfortunate factor. He could hardly be considered human anymore. When he took an interest in dark magics, he basically sacrificed his soul to it.
Looking down at Tria, he pondered on where to go from here. The fight was over; that much he knew. She seemed too overcome by trauma and injury to really do much else, however her strong spirit still survived. Remembering the girl he once knew, that wasn't a shock to him. One of her qualities he most admired was her strength in her beliefs, and the people she loved.
Manduro sighed a pair of words that would activate another spell, except this one was mostly harmless. The demonic looking skull atop his staff opened its mouth, and then released a light blue colored mist that twinkled in light of the setting sun. What he cast was a sleep spell that once she inhaled, would put her into a deep state of rest for a few hours. With her knocked out, he could tow her from here and decide what to do with her in a more peaceful environment.
Watching the sparkles sink towards her face, he enforced the hold of his staff that was keeping her on the ground. "Whatever you say, Tria... Whatever you say."
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Silently, Manduro watched her final struggles. Before too long, she was in the arms of sleep. He was distracted by her face for a moment, finding the sight of it breath taking because of how... Angelic it looked. The last time he saw her, they were maturing adolescents still. Now, here she was, beautiful as ever. The years were good to her image, however he sensed disturbances within her mentality. Perhaps, having to live without him caused her some level of depression? He didn't know. If it wasn't that, then it was the severe damage he caused to their families today.
The staff he carried was slipped into a sheath he made himself, specifically for his weapon. No other would be able to fit in it. He secured the staff on his back, then squatted down to the witch so she could be carried away. Manduro couldn't help himself as he ran his cold fingers along a side of his face, then the shape of her body. Needless to say, he had no shame in the dirty ways he behaved.
With the lightweight girl in his arms, he closed his eyes halfway and imagined a new location. After a few moments, they vanished from where they stood and arrived at a town he had visited before. It was far from where he had his killing spree, so he suddenly felt exhausted because of how much energy it took to use the teleportation spell.
Looking around, he noticed how quiet the area was. Nighttime had fallen, so the townsfolk were getting ready to have supper, then sleep. Manduro located a favored inn of his, paid the fee for a room, and began carrying his long lost beloved towards the space assigned to him. Beforehand, he requested that the inn keeper ask no questions.
The next hour or two was spent on gettng Tria situated. He got her wounds cleaned up and patched, but didn't allow the full experience of comfort. For his safety, and her own, he bound her wrists together tightly with some rope. He also tied an ankle to each bedpost, but left enough slack so that she could bend her knees still. As well, he stripped her of any and all vials he found on her person. He did a thorough search that even involved removing her blood stained shirt, which he had no complaints about. Luckily for her, he decided to replace it with one of his spare shirts instead of violating her exposed chest. The top was large on her, but it would suffice. It at least kept her covered up.
All of her belongings were stashed onto a chair that was far out of her reach. Now all he had to do was wait for her to wake up. During the wait, he sat on the mattress nearby her, scribbling down some words into a book he had. It was his personal journal. Manduro had a lot to write about tonight...
Her sleep was slow and long. As the time passed, the spell waning, she gained a little bit of thought, a single part of her brain awakening a little at a time. It was primal, emotions potent enough to make her entire psyche shake with them.
I will kill him! Anger.
Manduro's Alive! Joy
He is dead. Determination.
Children died today. Sadness.
Why am I not dead? Curiosity.
At each thought, her mind woke more. Her thoughts became more pointed, deeper, less primal. Why had he been taken and thrown out? How could the young man that she knew have turned so bad?
Her mental fingers brushed out as she kept her body as peaceful as she could as she slowly started to awaken to the feelings around her. She was bound, ankles and wrists. There was something wrong too. She was alive--that wasn't what was wrong though. There was something else. She could feel her charms across the room, far out of her magical and physical reach, even if she wasn't bound. Her leg was bandaged but was far from being healed.
There! That was what was wrong. The fabric against her skin was different, wrong, baggy.
Her eyes snapped open and looked down. It wasn't her shirt. Her gaze snapped up to the man that had changed her shirt on her. "By the elements, you undressed me!" she snapped, pure rage filling her. "How dare you! You are so dead Manduro! I can't believe you undressed me. Oh I'll kill you Manduro. I'll kill you so bad that you'll wish you were one of the ones from the village!" No man had ever seen her naked before. No one actually except her parents and even then that had been necessary. She had kept every man away and kept her pride. Oh her pride was hurt and she was pissed about it. She would make him pay.