The cave feels cold and dark. One would expect this but the feeling is not natural. As if my soul is the one feeling the sensations. Such a deep, internal sensation.
My trusty blade. My only true ally in this cold, cruel world. I stand in the midst of torch light and stare at it with true admiration. So many foes slain and yet it keeps its edge and shape. It never fails me.
This is it. The final turn before I face.. Them. The darkest beings I've ever encountered. They call them demons. A figurative term? Surely a demon couldn't be harmed by a mere blade.
Dear Guthix! They certainly look like demons. Why did this so called Slayer Master want me to slay these beasts so badly? A grudge? Vengeance that could not be sought by his own hand? Either way, I shall keep my word.
Am I trembling? This isn't fear. It's from the power that's emanating from their bodies. How tremendous this sensation.
Why can't I move my body? Their power is great but not so much as to immobilize me. I... I truly am afraid. I wanted to believe otherwise but I cannot deny it any longer. I fear that great power.
No... I will prevail!
"Demon! I know not your origin or your relationship with the taskmaster but I'm to eliminate you regardless. Face me!"
"Warrior. You stand before me.. Trembling. How can a whelp such as yourself oppose me?"
His laugh is low, dark and disturbing. His confidence... almost palpable.
I don't remember much of what happened that day. The mixture of rage, fear and determination brought about a blinding and swift outcome. I remember my blade being buried in its chest and my words as it died... Words that uttered from my mouth seemed alien.
"As I look upon you demon, I feel unbridled pleasure. Your demise satisfies me in a way that I've never experienced."
What he said next will haunt me for eternity..
"I'm glad to hear this, warrior. Your soul is ready."
What did he mean?
..And why do I suddenly have this urge to kill?
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