Warriors Curse Pt2

As the warrior draws breath, in-between battles and conflict, he cries with unholy tones ‘Show yourself demons, and be named’ as fresh hordes besiege him

The demons only he knows await his fall, as he looks on with resentment at those soldiers who have won their war, with the spoils that have been awarded them

But somehow with only shreds of faith he fights on, his sword sustaining him ‘Bring forth your hordes and I shall fell them’ he cries as the battle continues, and what little hope he has left is pushed further down

Knowing only that life will one day run out of excuses to deliver what he knows he deserves, even if by then he is broken and bloody, able only to laugh for a moment before his end


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