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Post by Daniel Adler on Jun 4, 2013 21:52:16 GMT -5
‘The demon I meet – then demon I shall cut.
The saint I meet – then saint I shall cut.’
To kill without distinction, that was the rule that governed Daniel’s sword when he took a life of a human being. A curse which he would bare on his shoulders until he found Zeref, but as of late, a man with the same identity and his face had been going around shedding the blood of both wicked and innocents for no apparent reason. He knew himself, he only fought when he must and almost always avoided killing if he could, but because of this murderer going around, the entirety of the Clover Town was completely terrified of this monster. Daniel knew he had to do something about it, and put a stop this senseless madness before the situation escalated any further than it did. Doing this meant that he would have to tread carefully not to attract any unnecessary amounts of attention. He was already well-known already, he didn’t need to go around in public and cause panic. In fact, to keep that from happening, he bought a brown robe for the monks as a disguise to wear in public. The sword was well-hidden underneath the robe as well. Unless they had a good look on him, it was most likely for anyone to simply just brush him off as some random monk going on a pilgrimage to god knows where.
As Daniel aimlessly walked around the Clover Town, he heard a few men and women murmuring something about the ‘Blade Daemon’ here and there. It didn’t come off as a surprise to him; many Rune Knights were stationed at the entrances and exits of the town in hopes to containing their murderer ravaging this town. There were quite a few of them at the streets as well, patrolling almost every single block of the street that Daniel walked on. Some of them came very dangerously close to a point that he was nearly stopped for looking so suspicious. At that point, Daniel knew that this wasn’t the good time to be wandering around the town looking for his fake counterpart bringing shame to his name as if it wasn’t already, so he took off to a nearby tavern to stay for the night, hoping that this new ‘Blade Daemon’ would show himself. No normal man would go out and murder people out in broad day light, now would they? All he had to do was to wait, for now.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new here?” A big, burly man wiping a cup asked.
“I am simply a monk passing by taking in the sights of this town. Could you provide me with a room to stay for a few days? I think I particularly have taken a liking for this place.”
“Eh – sure, that’ll be forty jewels per-night. Are you okay with that?” The man asked, “Still, y’gotta be careful now around these parts. People are getting killed left and right and almost everyone is afraid to leave their houses now. Don’t worry though, I promise you that my tavern’s gonna be safe from all harm coming to you.”
Daniel nodded and handed the jewels to the tavern man. “I’ve heard stories about it. Who would go around doing such a thing?”
“I dunno, maybe a psycho? People have been hearing screams at night, and then they would see a dark figure covered in blood coming out of their houses searching for more victims. One of the survivors of the incident reported that the man was clearly Daniel Adler, the Blade Daemon. Rumors say that he destroyed an entire village, killing both women and children.”
Hearing those painful reminders of what he had done motivated Daniel further to stop what this man was doing. The man was telling the truth, unfortunately. He indeed destroyed an entire village, robbing the precious lives of innocents not even involved in the conflict that he was in. Again and again, he would the faces of those he had killed and maimed in dreams. Some of them he could remember vividly, most of them far too clear for his own comfort. It was a never ending nightmare. For the rest of the time, he was stayed quiet as he was led into a dusty room full of cobwebs. The furnitures in here weren’t kept very well, the mattress at the far corner of the room had springs popping out from its sides and its wood frame rotted from the damp temperature of this place. Clearly, he could see some holes on the ceiling that was never fixed.
Oh well, this place was just as good as any.
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