East of Stronghold 3.

In a forest, where every tree is scarlet all year round; where the air resembles that of the dessert, and the daemons wandering about bore red skin is the place where humans frequently hunt for both money and EXP.

"Piskis, should we make our move?"

"No, not yet, Fold, let's wait for it a little bit more. These daemons are acting weird. Especially this one, I have not seen one of its kind in this forest before."

Everything in the world run by a system. The system of society, the system of killing, and the system of a power structure. Since the time before the world has anything that can be considered a proper society, there was already a system in place.

The system of the strongest survives and the weak die. It had always been that kind of system, and this thought was further reinforced by the new system that descended from the heavens.

On the day when the heavens shattered and the world shook like no other when the stars fell, and the mountains awakened as volcanoes, the order of humans became diversified and yet still monolithic in their ideals – survival is their goal.

They raised their heads, and pointed their weapons at the beast that lurks the world and soon, they managed to reach the peak of the mountain, they looked down upon the other beings once again.

They manipulated the world, trying to secure a better life for themselves, offering their prayers to none, trying to poke through the peak of what is known as the limits.

Through trial and tribulations, they evolved, killing became a norm, and order was established to meet out changing times.

Thus, the humans who once more claimed the lands are trying their hardest to ensure that their a.s.sets, the valuable resources of earth stay for themselves. They wish not to share nor to care, only trying to save the dying animals they themselves caused their death and they tried to free themselves of that guilt as they 'do the right thing'.

But now, in this world where might makes right, where the resources are as abundant as a weed in an open plain, humans would not think to conserve.

They will look at the beasts that roam the world as their target, trying to kill them as much as they could. Trying to settle the whispers of violence that creeps on their ears, trying to establish that they are ruling species.

"Fold, now, kill it in one attack!"

But not all humans are violent and love to kill. There are those who are truly aligned with peace. However, as for the others, they are not the same.

Two people jumped down from atop a tree branch, their target, a lone bipedal beast walking by the forest. Its skin was red, its hair dark as the night. It was a beast whose build was tougher than most, a daemon that walks on two legs just like a human but is unlike them. It was a male; thus, its ending was decided without any prior thoughts.

The humans who are unlike the peace lovers, the ones who pointed their swords to the heavens, trying to see if they can surpa.s.s the ones who create them were reborn as people who slays other beings.

These guys are known as — Hunters!

The two well-equipped Hunters jumped on one beast, trying to ensure no casualty will befall them. These are the same species who claim lynching is a form of cowardice; fighting two against one is unfair, and that of intelligent beings are the same as humans.

However, these are their true colors. As they carried their swords and axes, swinging it as they took the head, a life with consciousness as clear as a lake.

However, they got something wrong. They are not the king of the world, they are not the being that stands at the top, they are just the beings constrained to the kindness of the one who created them.

They do not know that there are beings who are going against them.

As the two went tried to ambush the scarlet skinned daemon, a being bearing a Golden Hair came from behind, its eyes gleaming with a cold light.

Piskis and Fold tried to look back as they felt its sudden appearance, they cursed but it was all too late. A dagger each for one another, from the back to the front, the blades were sharp enough to pierce them like a hot knife to b.u.t.ter.

Thud! Both fell to the amber-colored ground, both nailed down unable to move for their flesh would tear if they dare to do so. They wished to scream out, but their heads were smooshed down by their a.s.sailant.

They looked forward and saw the red-skinned bipedal daemon approaching them with a quick pace. They didn't cower, instead, they found hop they might find an opening if the two-daemon fought it out, they were waiting for the Golden-Haired daemon to move back – but no such thing happened.

"Big Sis Sylva, thank the G.o.ddess you took them down. I feared I would be forced to take them out on my own. But rather than that, are you fine? You should be tired after moving us to this place, right?"

"Brother, Killa, I am fine. Moving around like this as I use my skills helps me get use to fighting. Compared to you and the rest, I am still but a fledgling, and compared to Big Sis Dhampy, I am but a crawling worm."

Killa laughed from her words, "Haha, don't think like that, anyone's a worm if they are Bis Sis Master's level."

"I supposed your right."

A casual talk came out of the two daemons, a talk that humans would have when they achieve victory over a hunt. The two hunters were baffled at the sight, and a certain pride bubbled as their fear towards death disappeared as their end was already finalized.

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d! You filth disgusting monsters! Kill me already!" Piskis, could no longer hold his sword, only the one in his tongue remain but even that is dull as his words were nothing but the words of an immature child trying to speak up to an adult.

His cries were heard despite being smooshed to the ground, but Sylva simply took him by the hair and pulled it back. She pulled it back so that Piskis and her can exchange gazes.

And as Piskis stared at the enraged eyes of Sylva he trembled from fear to the point he wet himself.

"You don't get to choose how you'll die." Sylva and Killa acted like so in front of every human they meet.

In this world, where humans rule, a ragtag group of daemons is moving from one place to the other as they kill everything they could kill. Giving their targets as painless death as possible if they could, honoring their death by consuming and using every part.

But to humans, they were different. As they kill humans, they give them the death that they deserve, a painful and horrific death.

Their resentment and hate towards what they did to their Priestess still remain and unless she wakes up anytime soon, such deeds will not stop and the resentment will foster more and more hate towards the race that thought had it all.