Strena The Dark Gods Part Three

 The God Of Blood 

They arrived at the next village in the afternoon after taking a quick lunch break. They all knew that they would have to get a move on or they would miss Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh and Dark Lady Grasharlo. Yet the moment that they all saw the men and women in black and red robes, they knew that something was wrong. Even more so when they looked around to see that there were no old people. 

Then they all looked at the amount of children there were, which was not that hard as they all did not move around. In fact, they stayed with their parents, keeping closely by their side. Their faces were gloomy and did not show even a slight smile. Their eyes were the eyes of someone that was awake but no one was home. Even their parents were wearing a similar but harsher look on their face.

Strena looked at one.

“Are you alright?”

The woman looked at her and shook her head.

“You can understand me?”

She nodded.

“What’s wrong?”

She looked at her husband.

“The women and children are forbidden to speak.”

“By who?”

“Clohrys.”

“Clohida’s brother.” Chashathrophogh told Strena as she looked up, narrowing her eyes.

“The legend goes that they were born from the same titan of blood. Both inherited their mother’s wickedness. Yet a seer told their mother witch that Clohrys will die when a woman asks questions of three. So be forbade all those that worship him to let their wives from speaking, the moment that they turned fifteen.”

She nodded.

“And why do all the other children look like that?”

“Clohrys drinks the blood of children.”

At this all but Cerpheres became as pale as death. Yet Strena looked at some of them and a rage lit within her.

“Tell me, do we have the time?”

“We should.”

“I think that we should prove that seer right.”

He nodded. They saw the temple ahead in the centre of the village. Chashathrophogh, Strena and Zaryb walked up to the temple. That was when they looked down.

“He prefers underground. Yet the high temple is just for his ego.”

Strena nodded as they walked down. They soon arrived at the chamber.

In front of them a man robbed in red. His skin was grey-blue like a decomposed corpse. His figure was sender with a striking gaunt face with eyes the colour of blood with the whites the black with veins the colour of puss. His hair looked like a waterfall made of blood.

“Clohrys.”

He nodded.

“Are you here for my power?” He asked as he glanced to Strena, then to her blades 

“Those are very dangerous tools, child.”

She shrugged as she ran on as the rest ran on after her. That was when Zaryb was hit by a blast of blood. This was followed by Chashathrophogh. That was when Zaryb got up and threw a row of tiny daggers at Clohrys. Who looked at them as they fell off his arm. Then he looked at him, his eyes narrowed in mild disdain as his eyebrows raised.

That was when Strena went to whack his foot only to be hit by a wave of blood. It was about to wrap itself around her. That was when a blast of shot at him. He whacked it away, only for another to almost reach his face. He only just whacked it away. Then the third almost hit his face.

That was when Strena ran to the feet as he went to push another wave of blood at Chashathrophogh. This caused him to collide with the wall. She went to stab the side of the foot, only to feel the blood on her left shoulder. She dived to the right. Then she felt blood on the arm. She dived back further as the blood followed her.

She then looked to the side to see a pile of corpses of children in different stages of decay and decomposition. Yet none of them had a drop of blood in them and bones underneath.

She looked back at Clohrys as she hit her lip. Then she felt anger rise within her and she raced on. Only to see blood wrap around her body like a flat snake. Then it snapped around her. She zoomed into the air as she dropped the blades. The next moment she was feeling the breath of his nostrils above her. She felt the ice cold air as he sniffed in.

“Ahhh yes! I can smell that your royal blood will taste good.” He spoke as his breath smelt like death and mouldy meat.

That was when the mouth opened wide and she saw the blade coming at her throat! 

The next moment he heard a roar come out as he collided to the ground. She looked down as she fell to see Chashathrophogh and Zaryb holding her. Her blades coated with blood and the whole chamber was flooded with blood too. Then she looked up to see that the heart was half eaten in front of her. She then threw up to see blood and gore coming out of her mouth.

“Well, how do you like my present?” Laughed inside her head.

Wh-what did you do?

“I killed him and ate his heart!”

At this her blood ran cold. Then she felt the warm hand of Cerpheres.

“Come, time to go, you beauties!” 

“Don’t tell us what to do!” He snapped. 

She was gently placed onto her feet. They soon left and buried the children then burnt the temple down.