The Hybrid Fateful Sorrow

Into Ruin

Many men on the battlefield fell to the ground by his skill, as they pleaded and begged for his mercy. These warriors dropped their sword and their willingness to fight, to hope for a new dawn, and a chance to get back to their families and children. They pleaded endlessly, begging for their short lives but it just doesn't work for Amadeus as he slew them all, men, women, and even a lad one time, the werewolf is no different.

He is exhausted as he walks with his rooted leg, dragging it to the ground that just wanted to rest for once. With his bloodied silver sword that traces a path as it drips. 

On the side of the silver white-haired werewolf, he leveled his silver sword on its neck.

'The first time for everything,' he thought.

He swoops his sword fast, as he chops it down hard, thudding to the ground and clanging to the gravel. Pieces of rocks and dirt fly from the impact. He missed.

'What?' His mind scrabbles for an explanation.

The werewolf rolled away and with amazing speed; he jumped with all his limbs ripping off his right hand from the speed, growling as he sent his left claw to grab Amadeus.

'What the f*ck' He thought as he quickly stepped back to dodge the werewolf claws.

The werewolf's eyes glared madly as it was anticipating Amadeus' movement; he strides forward to lunge once more successfully grabbing Amadeus’ torso.

“No!” Luke and the princess shouted while they're in the distance.

'Damn they didn't go,' he thought as he was thrown into the ground at his back losing grip to his silversword.

“Go! Goddamnit!, ” Amadeus ordered as he coughed.

While he reached for his silver sword. The werewolf repeatedly stomped his right leg crushing his bone, as he felt it turned into paper.

An unimaginable cry of pain echoed in the air afterward.

“I’ll— kill you, I will kill you!” he swears.

The raging werewolf pins his body down with his feet while he lifts Amadeus’ left leg.

“No!, What are you doing?” 

Twisting his leg incredibly with the sound of flesh tearing, it tore right off his body, making him vomit liquid with blood at himself.

Luke and the Princess ride away galloping in the river, hoping to get away from the werewolf, and Amadeus’ cries, bringing with them the guilt of being powerless. 

Amadeus managed to reach the silver sword on his right and attempt to launch an attack.

“You foul beast!” he yelled, but only getting fended off immediately by the werewolf's left hand as he grabs and shatters his forearm with ease his body shudders from the pain delivering heavy breathing.

Amadeus’ eyes are in shock and slowly staining with blood. It's tired and heavy, yet his gaze doesn’t want to die. The werewolf lifts his body on what is left of it. He uses his left hand to attempt to punch its claw, only for the werewolf to chomp and eat his whole left hand. 

“F*ck you!” he yelled with disgust while his dismembered arm gushed out with blood.

The werewolf noticed Luke and the Princess escaping; he dropped Amadeus and ran with incredible speed as he pulled the longsword from his eye without flinching. He tossed at them impaling both their bodies halting their movement.

While the sword pierced in their bodies and blood drips from her mouth.

“Luke, help me!” she pleaded.

“Prin—cess, ” as he tries to push the sword, throwing up more blood.

“No! Stop! It hurts, ” she said as she cries.

He leaped forward to the river instantly grabbing the Princess.

“Please no!” while she sobs.

The werewolf pulled her shoulders and legs yanking her body.

“Amadeus!” she yelled as her last resort, only to see the brutal state Amadeus is in.

In the ground, with his tired and shocked eyes as he tries to mutter “I’m sorry, ” over and over.

Her body cracks in half and her blood-curdling cries are heard from afar.

Luke that was already weakened tried to fight back, but only getting pushed down to the water as the werewolf pounds his face on the river bed gurgling the water with his blood and teeth until he dies.

The devil that was floating in mid-air watching.

“It’s not enough, ” he said with a sad tone.

“It is not!” as he fled the area.

The silver-white werewolf gazes his burning red eyes to the fleeing devil. 

Realizing the sun will soon rise and the aftermath of his blood frenzy he fled back into the woods.

His eyes can only watch to the fate of his men, his companions, and the Princess he swore to protect. The blood-stained river was all that was left to see. The wounds and pain are starting to numb, he is getting sleepy as his breaths slowly want to rest.

But Amadeus’ mind doesn't want to die, sleeping means dying to him at this moment. He lunges his dismembered left forearm forwards clutching the ground to move his almost-dead body, struggling is what he needs. Every pain he received was a reward from the hard surface clamping his paper leg, as well as those rocks that were hitting his almost crushed and broken right forearm, jellying into the ground. To feel pain is living, as long as he is feeling every bit of life, he knows he is still alive.

’Forward, always forward,' his mind as his eyes stared into a void.

He can’t see anything but dark red, but he keeps pulling his body forward. After some time his body stops moving, but in his mind, he is advancing.

‘Forward.’ 

Bandits on the other side of the river came closer to look at the horrendous event that happens to Amadeus and his men.

A ripped half body of a lady pierced in the river, a man with his head crushed to mince, a mess of clawed royal guards, and a warrior who received the most agony.  Laying on his stomach, defeated, 

with his right arm broken, and his left leg missing while the other was monstrously crushed. On the road, with his bloodied knight doublet there is no doubt that this was all done by a beast.

“That bite on those soldiers! Those claws! Only a monster!” the bandit said while the sense of fear rose at him.

“I heard it before from a story, Aga, ” the other bandit said.

The fear steers to all of them as Aga brings out his weapon.

“Yeah, I heard the story too Loyde, as far as I can remember that claw marks can only be left— by YOUR WIFE, ” the other bandit said jokingly.

They bring out laughter even with their fear. They tried to stay calm, looking at Amadeus their anxiety never left.

“This guy had it worse, ” the bandit Aga said.

“No really, this is the Fang Forest, we decided to hide our camp near here as people avoid this place, ” the bandit Loyde said.

“But they avoid this path because of a beast, a werewolf, ” he added.

“I didn’t know you have a thing for a wolf,” the other bandit said as he laughed.

While all the bandits were laughing, the body of Amadeus that they found themselves to focus on, started to jiggle his fingers on his right hand.

“Oh s**t!! I just saw his finger move, quick, ” Aga said.

Their fear returns to all of them. The sword that Aga is clutching in his hands with his instinct striking in, he plunges his sword to the open back of Amadeus piercing through his doublet and hitting the ground.

“F*ck Aga, are you that scared of him?” Loyde said.

“s**t! Let’s just take their stuff fast and let’s go, ” Aga said.

“What about your sword? It's still on him!” he said, looking at the pierced body of Amadeus.”

“Don't, despite his grave wound he can still move? So don't even think about it, let just go, ” Aga said.

“Let's move on!.”

“You— people.” as he tries to talk and lift his face to look, with the swords they left on him gored through his body.

“Is— What I hate— The— Most.”

'All I see is black, void, and emptiness, I hate this, what I want to see for the last time is the face of my family.' He thought.

'That's right, I don't have one,' Amadeus mind as he succumbed to his fate.