Soul Forest on the banks of the river that crossed over into the Shadowland. They had been soaked in the river Styx and for good reason, for the very essence of the water was to help create the indestructible. This represented an unbreakable oath by which the Gods took vows in this very river.
These effective, yet crude looking chest plates were attached to their torsos with hammered metal that were braced around their shoulders and waists. As for their features, red weathered skin covered their bodies, with lighter patches shown on their faces. A stripe of cream skin ran along the centre of hairless heads, and the same lighter tone brushed the length of their noses and the tops of their floppy ears. These flaps of seemingly useless looking skin hung down underneath gigantic horns that curled round like a ram’s.
More facial features included stone eyebrows that flared up above beady eyes, and a parallel of short stone spikes ran either side of its bald head. A low wrinkled nose that squared at the bottom by its nostrils, continually snorted as if it was trying not to sneeze, making its hollowed cheeks puff out with the effort. These over pronounced cheek bones also created shadows by the lines of its jaw, that then tapered into two smaller horns that jutted out either side of its pointed chin.
They carried with them a various collection of weaponry, being anything from large hammers to double edged blade swords, and some even held a hooked spear, like the bastard who was taunting me now.
“I wouldn't do that again if I was you,” I warned in my meanest voice, one that was met with an evil and sadistic laughter as he clearly didn't take me seriously.
“Or what, huh, what are you going to do, little Imp?” he taunted, elbowing his friend as if he had told a jolly good joke. They had both been doing their rounds and found me in the caverns doing my job, and decided to try their luck at some demonic fun. I knew this when he poked me again, just as one of the worms was approaching the end of the tunnel. I gritted my teeth before releasing a sigh, and then made the foolish decision that it was time to teach these brutes a lesson. Which meant I did something that I knew was potentially going to get me in a lot of trouble and admittedly, the kind I might not be coming back from.
But you see, that was the thing about losing your temper, sometimes you did so, damning the consequences when your actions could not be contained, for the Beast was not the only one who, in that moment, was being fuelled by rage.
“What am I going to do…?”
I answered the moment the worm popped its little fang ridden head out. So I grabbed it, wrestled it under my arm before pulling it from its home. Then once I had it in my hold and it was secure enough to stay there, I gave them my answer.
“This!” I shouted, before whipping the worm around and slapping one of the guards in the face so hard, that he fell to the ground. Then, just as the one that had poked me was about to retaliate, I threw it at him, aiming for his man giblets and said,
“Here, let’s give you some more girth to that pudding prick of yours!” Then, as the worm flew through the air, there was that single moment of panic that flashed in his gaze before the end of the worm with all of the teeth latched itself on to his manhood. He howled in pain, as it now looked as if he had a giant floppy penis that he was making dance side to side as he shook his hips in vain.
I couldn’t help it, but I burst into laughter, pointing at it hanging in between his legs, whipping ground like crazy as it chomped its way at the guard’s favourite appendage. He screamed, wildly shaking his hips faster this time and trying to get the thing off him.
Meanwhile, his friend was just coming to after being slapped with the body of blubber. As for me, I knew my time for laughter was over, so I tipped up the cart filled with the worms I had recently collected, covering the guard in them. Doing so now so he would have more trouble getting up, therefore giving me more time to escape.
Naturally, after this