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defeat this monstrosity. . . For you, Alderionth,” I whispered to myself, another tear gliding down my cheek. I let out a savage snarl and heaved the door ajar, meandering forward as the door slammed closed behind me. My dark chocolate eyes blasted abroad at the sight before me–a creature who's skin was albino white, and was about fifteen feet long with spikes climbing down its back until it reached its dwarf tail that angled upwards.
It was designated on all fours, its gargantuan feet only allowed three toes for each. One eye was pierced onto its herendous face, and cruel teeth covered its mouth. Claws laid on either side of its face, and they clicked relentlessly.
A corpse of a Bovimastyx was positioned on the fiend's right side, a beast that was made of leathery, brown skin. Crimson lines striked over the brown skin, and a colossal hole was in the Bovimastyx's stomach, ribs showing through the incredibly painful wound.
My hand trembled as my mind garnered the knowledge of the thing before me. This demonic being existed? I had never seen one before. “So. . . you are the fabled Gluttonous Behemoth,” I murmured under my breath, which sent a great roar from the creature. “So be it. Meet the realm of Zamorak by my blade! Burn forever in the plane of demons!”
I charged forward, my vocal chords pressing to their unnatural limits as I let loose a war cry for Saradomin. The creature's mouth opened, a white blast, almost as light as its skin, rifled forwards. In an utter attempt to save myself, I dropped to my stomach, the white fire blast skewering the air above me. I immediately leaped to my feet, and sprinted forwards, my rapier lunging onward as I slightly crouched, craning my body straightward. My rapier striked true, and the beast let out a yelp, its claws coming forward and snatching my rapier from my right hand. It waggled it around before whipping it behind it at the wall. The creature growled and came forward at me, its claws trying to grab for my tender

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flesh. Its left-hand claw snatched my right pauldron away, similarly throwing it aside. I stumbled backwards, my body cracking against the sturdy marble floor with a thud. I rolled over so I was on all fours, and quickly began crawling away. . . but the Behemoth was the faster. Its right claw reached for my exposed right shoulder, tearing through my tunic, and gnawing into my shoulder and tricep. I let out a howl of agony as I felt my lifeblood squirt from the open wound. I felt the entire arm go limp as the Behemoth released its digging claw.
In an utter attempt to save myself, I tried not to think of the pain, and swiftly stood afoot. I turned on my heel, staring at the fiend that had made my right arm useless. I spit out a glob of my own gore, and looked over to my left, behind the creature. There lay my Fractite rapier, but it was too far for any hope of receiving it.
I fixed my gaze on the creature's terrifying eye, the beast that stood there as to taunt me. I let out a boom of my vocal chords and darted forward, my right hand snapping outward. It popped, and pain shot through my body. Right then and there, I knew the creature had dislocated my shoulder, but I had adjusted it to its original place. I gritted my teeth, and grabbed the claws of the creature, holding them as they began to come closer to my face. “I. . . will. . . not. . . DIE!” I thundered as I pushed the claws to the side, and twisted.
The claws ripped in half, black blood oozing out over my face as I looked at the new weapons in my hands. I grinned devilishly, and dashed straight at the creature. Its fangs tried to come forth and bite me, but I angled to the left, and then back to the right. In a final attempt at victory, I brought my hands into the air, with the broken claws in hand, and brought them down, skewering the eye. The scream, the cry that came from the beast pleased my ears as I began stabbing its head over and over again until it was just a heap of jet black liquid.

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As I saw the creature lay still, I let out a sigh of relief. I was victorious. I had finished what my brother and I had started. I ambled forwards, past the lifeless body of my enemy. I held my left hand on my bleeding right shoulder, and breathed heavily. The wall opened up, and a ladder came into view. It led down, farther into the castle, and it led upwards, to the exit.
I knew I wouldn't be able to survive another dungeon, not with the shoulder that plagued my existence. I, apathetically, began taking off my armour, and removing the pack that was slung over my shoulders. Once I was in my normal attire–a leather tunic painted black, and long flares colored a dark gray–a light-headed feeling began sneaking its way through my body. I shook it off and motivated myself to move onward.
Each step sent waves of torture through every crevice of my figure. I felt my shoulder go numb as blood kept releasing itself from the open vein, but I kept walking forwards until I reached the ladder. I put my left hand on the bar, and began to climb slowly but surely. It was difficult, but I endured as my brother had told me. I had to complete this task. I had to reach the surface.
In a few moments, the gray sky of Daemonheim came into view. I squeezed my shoulder again, and strolled forwards, sluggishly leaping off of a broken staircase. I didn't land on my feet exactly, but landed on my stomach, sending another rifle of agony through me. My vision became blurry, and I saw silhouettes surround me. I heard my name being echoed over and over again, but I couldn't see their faces.
Everything went black as I felt chills roll through my anatomy. Through it all though, I smiled. I had achieved what my brother and I had entered Daemonheim to do. I was a victor. . . and I would see my brother forever after in the heaven of Saradomin.

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Darkness denigrated the sanguine corpse cast aside the cobblestone road. Rigor consumed the bloody entrails strewn about the groping pile of muck, bugs masticating whatever left of what used to be his eyes. A florid, severed hand lay upturned, upsetting the dust while still grasping the hilt of a serrated knife. His eviscerated cadaver utterly consumed by parasites, almost becoming a mere reliquiae before the earth.
"Poor guy, I wonder what happened to 'im." a guard shook his head, frowning upon the despicable sight. "Guess we'll never know." he muttered to himself. The two guards lifted the delicate carcass, a rancid stench of putrescence assailed their nostrils. "This is the 6th this week, it is." the other guard stated solemnly. The two guards carefully placed the limp body onto the stretcher, nearly regurgitating as they made their sorry display. The two guards hauled the corpse off, towards an unknown destination, far from ordinary civilization.
Two Days Earlier:
The moonlight scantily peeked through the drowsy clouds lingering over the teal grey atmosphere. The night was silent, not a creature was stirring. All except...him.
A young man, approximately age thirty casually strolled through the magnificent city of Varrock for a midnight walk. He pleasantly breathed in the sweet, fresh aroma of peace. A delicious scent billowed into his starving nostrils, cherishing his beloved life and all of its contents. This, however, was not to last.
Lurking in the shrouded shadows of the distinctly dark night, lay a despicable creature of great abhorrence, waiting for the correct moment to strike.
The happy-perfect man continued onward, his feet pattering on the cobblestone pavement he was walking on. To you and me it was merely a whisper lost in the wind. But, to the creature, it was a throbbing pain resounding in your mind, a strong cephalalgia that wouldn't cease to stop it's cruel form of torture. The beast snorted bluntly, crouching beneath the bushes.

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