Temple of Demons - We're Back!

[Kinu]

Raska was up and moving through the temple like a monster from a nightmare. He snagged an intruder by the leg and dragged him into the shadows, echoes of screaming muffled by a gurgling, choking, sound bounced off the walls of the inner chambers as the raider drowned in his own blood. Whatever happened to him in those final moments was masked by the darkness, it wasn’t pretty. Raska stepped out of the shadows, his claws, face, and chest coated in blood as he fixed his eyes on another target. The large male was so quiet, too quiet for his size, as he crossed the distance to find his next victim.

The raider didn’t have enough time to think, let alone escape, before Raska had him by the back of the neck. He dug his claws into the flesh of his neck and ripped his spine clean out. Throwing his limp carcass across the room, splattering the walls with blood, the body knocking into some of the metal dishes and trays which clattered deafeningly across the floor. He wanted more and began to sniff the air, trying to find where the others had scampered off to. It looked like his siblings had flown into action and were now appearing all over the temple in an effort to hunt down the stupid creatures who’d decided that the temple of Demons was their lucky payday. What a mistake.

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[Ruriska]

It was pandemonium. One second they’d been quickly rushing through what they’d thought was the abandoned temple of a demon god, stealing anything that looked like it was worth something, and then next they were being hunted. Picked apart, one after the other. The raiders ran screaming, dropping their haul, scattering left and right, trying to evade the sudden onslaught.

It would do them no good.

Down below, busy enjoying the only pleasure better than killing, Malum was well aware of what was happening. He could taste the violence, feel it, the smell of fresh blood was a powerful aphrodisiac. With a rumbling growl, he returned his attention to Aisenma, their time together made even sweeter by the death’s above.

Back in the temple hallways, the raiders were running.

Manes was a force of death. He moved swiftly and deliberately, not pausing to make it extra painful or messy. When he found one, he simply cut them down. Meanwhile Satsu scampered on all fours, like a scuttling spider, leaping and slashing wildly, tearing the flesh of anyone unlucky enough to get in their way.

Necare stayed behind near Plague. The others were more than enough to handle it without her getting her hands dirty.

Meanwhile Eminor had slipped outside, casually hanging in mid-air above the Temple doorway. He whistled as he knotted a rope into a noose. “Alright then,” he said to himself, cheerfully, “in 3, 2, 1-” one of the raiders burst outside, hope on their face as they reached the outside. The noose dropped, slipped easily around their neck, “GOTCHA!”

As if he was fishing, he reeled them up as they struggled and choked.

“No dying yet! You’re a gift for later,” he told them after they’d been tied up and restrained, giving them a companionable pat on the cheek.

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