Вилорис

Everything was the same as foreshadowed by dreams.The temple, where they kept the exhausted goddess, lay at the foot of the mountain range.The rays of the sun fell through the crevice on me, and I watched the opening landscape. - This temple is more like a tower without doors. I plunged into memories, concentrating on what was happening inside the temple: the goddess was chained to the wall with demons, and sharp spikes pierced its wings.Streams of blood flowed everywhere. She told me about her torment.Her name was Viloris, and she was lured in deception in this terrible place - they forced to leave the mountain peak on which she lived.The demons who deceived her condemned the captive to endless torment, in order to only deprive her of divine power. In a dream, I managed to swear that I would save her.I decided to destroy the demon captured her and free the captive. As soon as I noticed the demon in the bright light of the full moon, I immediately exposed my weapon and rushed to the attack.It was difficult to understand what he was up to the mutilated face of the monster, but he clearly hesitated and as if even wanted to tell me something. A disgusting whistle burst from his throat.I do not know the language of demons, and I did not want my determination to tremble, and therefore, again with a sword with a sword, I hit stronger. The battle turned out to be difficult, but the victory eventually remained with me.With great pleasure, I drove my blade into the chest of the monster.Scarlet blood sprayed from the wound, very the same as mine myself. Then terrible fatigue seized me: I could barely stand on my feet. Having gathered the will into a fist, I broke the wall, to which the goddess was cooked.Through the puffs of smoke, I saw Viloris is freed from the shackles.With a smile, she came up to me, hugged, and then I realized that all efforts were not in vain. But the next instant, the delicate hand of the goddess on my chest turned into sharp, like a razor, claws.I was swallowed by the black light, and the terrible clawed paw began to tear my body directly through the armor. This light was the energy of hell. “What a honest and noble knight you are, just like the previous goner,” I screamed, and my eyes opened widely from pain and horror.The tormentor, meanwhile, disfigured my face, and then cut my tongue with sharp blades.“I don't want to kill you at all.”You are not as stupid as this one.Did you understand that chains are not enough to captivate the demoness? " I looked at the limp body of the "demon", which he had just killed.Trying to call for help, I heard only a terrible whistle. I finally realized that he was trying to say, but now I could only howl from pain and regret.The stranger looked so creepy only because he was subjected to the most inhuman torture. The night came, and the real demon remained undefeated.Very soon she deprived me of vision.Plunging into hopeless darkness, I heard only the joyful purring of Viloris. "Lies are like poison, because people believe only what they want to believe in." Swabia.His attacks are a wild tornado cutting helpless enemies, like wheat stalks.When the sword is in his hand and the enemy in front of him, he never feels doubt.The path is clear and its goal is known.