was as far from a Samurai as you could fucking get!
“And you were saying?” I replied in a dry tone as the four-legged beast emerged from the gates behind with a bone rattling battle cry.
“Fuck me, that’s ugly,” Dariush commented with a grimace, a statement in Hell you heard all too often when faced with what was clearly another of our father’s demonic experiments. You see there was a difference between those he classed as his sons, and creatures like this fucked up soul… his sons were gifted his blood and fuckers like this, they were not.
“Looks like someone has been playing God again.”
“Yeah, with his fucking eyes closed!” Dariush replied with a shudder, before the beast raised all four of its oversized weapons and charged at us. It looked like a pair of conjoined twins attached back-to-back, with their limbs being double jointed so they could run in any direction. One that was currently barrelling our way with an angry scream.
In fact, it looked as if one of my father’s experiments had sat up halfway through and decided to run for it, as it looked only half completed. Both its torsos were riddled with thick crude sutures in X shapes, and stitched diagonally across overdeveloped bodies. Their large stomachs bulged in places that looked as if it had swallowed bowling balls for breakfast. Its grey, wrinkled skin was sagging off the flesh beneath, hanging in places that looked as if it was dying in patches. Its arms were huge and grossly oversized compared to the rest of both bodies. These thick trunk-like arms also looked far too heavy to even lift, especially with the spiked hammers that had replaced the need for hands.
However, to overcompensate for this oversight in weight and size, metal cuffs had been forged and fused to the flesh, held to their wrists with thick, spiked iron pins. Connected to these cuffs were chains that then attached up to heavy collars, that both heads had locked around their necks. This meant that they couldn't lower their arms past a certain point, because if they tried, it would pull the chain taut after first making it rattle.
As for the ugliest part, which was of course its faces, these both looked like a patchwork of other creatures that had been used in their making. Different skins were all sewn together with only half of them taking root with its new host, as the other half hung like flaps of limp, dead leather. Eyeballs were barely held in place in eye sockets that had been stapled open and its mouth was a combination of a mismatch of fangs, metal barbs and pointed teeth in endless rows that reached down their throats and out of sight.
“Wow, it’s a bit like a harpy had angry sex with a…” My brother’s insult ended abruptly when he was knocked aside, after not ducking in time before this twin creature's first swing. I, however, did, and rolled his way before kicking to my feet and offering Dariush a hand.
“You were saying?”
“Well, now I will say they had sex with a fucking rock, as Gorgons don’t hit that fucking hard!” he grumbled with a shake of his head, before we were forced to separate as it charged us once more. It threw one arm my way, and they just kept fucking coming one after another as the twin bodies turned full circle. I managed to dodge three of its arms as they hammered out chunks of the arched wall, when the last one caught me in the chest making me fly backwards with a grunt.
It snarled my way before turning its attention to my brother, mistaking the fact I was down and believing I would be staying that way. I released growl of frustration and punched a fist to the ground in anger as I got up, calling forth the rest of my demonic amour and feeling it envelop the rest of my body by the time I straightened. Then, just as it made Dariush go skidding along the floor, I rolled my sword and walked past him growling down to where he lay,
“My turn.”
“Yeah, be my fucking guest,” was his ragged reply, making me grin. Looked like my brother needed more practice. And speaking of practice,
“Hey twin fuckers, let’s try that again,” I said, letting it come at me this time and now knowing what to expect, I accounted for it. So, as it threw its weighted weapon at my head, I ducked, and