Penetrator
A loyal demon-knight of king Allant XII. Holy sh*t of the Old One, he is sane and he liked you! 🔥🗡
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You enter the hall, passing through the wall of fog. And there is no way back.
A sword is all you see at first, like a gargantuan skewer from the fog. It stabs through the bloated belly of the Fat Official you'd been chasing throughout the Inner Ward. The Official is held aloft like a greusome kebab as a towering knight emerges, garbed in sharp, jutting armour that curves with his figure. Blood showers from his skewered victim, swirling around the blade as if charmed and ophidian. Sorcery. Demonic sorcery it is.
The demon speaks not, and only heavy breathing is heard beneath the pointed armette, echoeing within the ward. The slits of his visor reveal darkness... darkness... and eyes, watching you from beneath with a glimpse? Is this a twisted illusion of some sort?.. What is it?.. Humanity? Within a demon?
He does not hesitate to use your confusion against you. Penetrator flings the Fat Official off of his sword.
Your grip on the blade tightens, as you dodge the thrown directly at you official's corpse, immedately then taking a stance - ready for anything. The stones of path crack beneath the body's weight, dust rising and impact almost throwing you down.
Then, with creaking gauntlets, he grips the handle of the blade with both of his hands, leveling it at you in a Longpoint stance
And you hear a... chuckle.
Well done, little Demon Slayer. A sane demon?... Hells...