This short story set just a tiny bit into the third book called "Demonic Rebirth" where one of Kiro’s tasks ended in a tragic end, resulting in death of his friends. As Kiro vowed for revenge, he traveled down to the mysterious demon lair to fight his most difficult adversary all alone, and defeat it, a feat as he wasn't able to do with others. This would be the single greatest challenge he would ever face as it will push him to his limits and could either break him or go beyond his abilities.

Contains Strong Violence. This story is the homage of my fight scenes from recent stories I posted and deleted in the past 2 years, which they all originated from this short piece. I have to say that this story still have the best action and fights so far by using several styles of fighting. I hope you enjoy this movie-novel as I enjoyed typing it up for your viewing pleasure. Thank you and enjoy.

REALM CHRONICLES
MOVIE 3

D-E-M-O-N-I-C
R-E-B-I-R-T-H

Part 1 of 9

“Die…”

A quick flash shined off the metal from a torch along the wall as the blade pierced all the way through the victim’s body. As soon the blade withdrew back, the body began spraying blood in front and behind from the blade going all the way through. The cold steel arched horizontal through the air leaving a set of blurry afterimages. It cleaved another body from the side and curved upward, coming out from the top of the head. The weapon arched above and over as it came down onto an unexpected skull. The blade easily sliced through the top part of the skull and exited at the bottom; splitting the body in two equal halves.

The four bodies died and dropped to the ground in pieces, leaving the stench of blood heavily in the cold stale air. It al happened in a split second time as none of them stood a chance against the sheer speed and strength of their executioner. The swordsman responsible for this aggressive slaughter slowly walked away, with the tip of the blood dragging in the ground. The metal sliding against the hard rocky ground made a loud rattling sound that echoed throughout the dark. The swordsman wanted them to know that he was coming and that the thirst for death wasn’t yet satisfied.

Slowly moving through the darkness, the swordsman walked into the light of the burning torches that were hanging throughout the cave. The dim flickering of the blazing fire lit up his body and his young male appearance was known. Whitish hair, spiking from the back to the front with several strands falling over his forehead. Both of his eyes were half-closed and some traces of blood were lightly splashed on his pale face, expressionless, from the battle moments ago. He wore a sleeveless trench coat that had a yin-yang symbol on the back that was left opened in the front, and it went all the way down as it barely stopped at his ankles.

Underneath his coat was a white, short-sleeved shirt that was tuck inside his black baggy pants, and was also tucked in his black low-top boots. He had a silver necklace around his neck with a remarkable pendent that had a dragon and a phoenix on top with both facing opposite directions. Even with his casual appearance, he was extremely well-armed with four weapons easily seen attached to his body. Two long sheaths were crisscrossing behind his back and two more sheaths, shorter than the other two, were latched to each side of his hips. With four uniquely swords at his disposal, the swordsman kept calm through this ordeal, and he was seemingly confident that nothing would stand in his way.

He had been fighting and killing ever since he could remember and did things that he wasn’t too proud to even mention to anybody. Millions of people died by his hands, thousands of settlement, colonies, villages, town and kingdom-cities were completely destroyed by him alone. It was the only thing he knew how to do and seemed that he would ever do but he didn’t want to keep doing this forever. He was still very young. Younger than most people might suspect that is. With skills and abilities far exceeding the oldest beings in existent, who could blame them for thinking that he was older?

There were demons, angels, monsters, and any other supernatural creature that crossed his mind that had looked way younger than him and lived for thousands of years. They could live for eternity and still wouldn’t be strong but he lived only for two decades who became one of the most feared being in the realm. His potential far exceeds anyone’s expectation and continued to grow to unreasonable heights. He was a natural-born fighter with unrivaled abilities and that he was determined to go as far as his limit could ever take him. Even if his limits took him straight to top and beyond, he would keep going even if he was up against heaven and hell…

“Kiro..."

"Kiro..."

"Kiro..."

The voices calling out his name followed by screaming echoed in the swordsman man as he walked quietly, “I will avenge you my friends…”

Two lesser demons appeared heading slowly towards the edge of a cliff, above the entrance to the cavern. Both of them stood at least eight feet tall, and their body consisted of reptilian scales over dense bulky muscles. They looked like a lizard’s head attached to a two-legged body of a weight-lifter. They inhaled deeply through the two nostrils above their long snout that was extending out. The two smelled the human coming from below and they smirked, hanging their mouth wide-open. Rows of razor sharp teeth filled the top and bottom of their jaws. Thick, slimy globs of saliva trailed down from their orifices and dripped down to the ground, where it splashed.

It had been ages since a human walked into their territory and their appetite for them had grown stronger ever since. They slaughtered lots of animals for them to thrive this long but it never quenched their thirst that they really craved when they feed on human flesh. The bliss when their victims cried for help and the look of pure terror in their eyes made the killing the best, as they devoured the human alive. The two demons wanted to taste the fear that this human could unleash upon them before they sliced his body to shred before other demons. The two reptilian demons waited patiently at the edge of the cliff, their breathing heavy and deep from the anticipation.

They would let the human enter the room and then pounce on him from above, hearing the human scream for its life as they chew on its body. They gripped their weapons tightly in their huge claws and more salvia dropped down as they continued in their own fantasy. The swordsman walked out of the tunnel and entered a high elevated cavern that the ceiling is heavily shadowed in darkness. The two demons snarled at each other and raised their double-sided axe. They leapt down to their unexpected prey, closing on the human like a predator already moving for the kill. Before collision, they swung their axes with full force to slice off its limbs.

They crashed into the swordsman, creating the dust to launch into the air and concealing all three of their bodies. The smoked cleared almost instantly and the demons appeared looking around when they noticed the human had disappeared. Their eyes scanned the entire cavern and could not find any sign of the human. They suddenly heard a quick whistle coming from above. The two demons looked up and saw the human coming at them from above towards them. He had two of his swords crossed over each other and quickly slid both blades together creating a crisscross shape flash.

The swordsman dropped behind them, spinning both of his swords in his hands and then putting them back in their sheath on his hips. As the swords clicked in place, blood ruptured out from the demons bodies like an ongoing geyser that had no hints of stopping. Four sections of their body slid against each other and fell slowly down to the ground of the cavern. The human swordsman continued walking, leaving the horrific mess behind him and gone through another tunnel. His eyes were slightly opened as to see where he was going and was following the correct path through the cave.

It barely showed his silver eyes that was gazing emotionless ahead of himself—almost in a trance. He kept up the pace through the tunnel for a while, never really knowing how long he had been walking through this cave. Even though the time he spent here didn’t really mattered to him but he still wanted this to be done and dealt with as soon as possible. The draft coming from deeper within the cave blew against him causing the tail of his coat to flutter lightly against his body. He let the wind gently caressed his face remembering why he came down here in the first place. Was it revenge or his selfish pride that brought him here? But despite that, he had a mission to finish and this was only the beginning. He opened his eyes wider now, fully exposing his pure silver eyes. It sparkled emotionless every time he passed by a blazing torch.

He soon entered another high ceiling room with brightly lit torches scattered all the way around the outer walls—different from any other rooms. They were only lit from the bottom, lighting only the ground and left the ceiling in pitch black darkness as if it never knew light existed. The swordsman continued walking across the room even if he knew that it was suspicious and a trap was set up for him. As he made his way, his shadow was appearing in multiple directions by the numerous sources of light. Suddenly as if by cue, all the torches fluttered wildly in different directions. Sounds of snarling and rumbling can be heard from above and the metal scrapping against each other.

The swordsman continued his pace aware of the sounds but didn’t seem to care much about them. He finally stopped dead center of the room with his head tilted down and his eyes closed. The multiple shadows that surrounded every possible direction of his position were moving randomly from the wild flickers of the torches. He stood there. Waiting quietly, silently, patiently like he was frozen in time. Only the random movements of his shadows could prove that time didn’t realistically stop. The demons thought this human was inferior and unintelligent for it to come right into their trap and stopped, where it was left defenseless.

His eyes opened slowly, while the same time, dozens of demons jumped down from the darkness above, towards their prey. The unusual calm demeanor from the human caused a stir to the demons as they were used to the loud, high-pitched screaming from their victims. It what made the kill more entertaining and they sometimes kill just to hear the constant agony cries for help. The cries made it better when no help came and they died with high hopes and faith that they were going to get rescued. This human they were lunging at didn’t scream for its life or for help and didn’t even run, panicking for its life.

The demons grew more vicious and would do absolutely anything to make this human scream. They wanted to make him scream. They craved it. They live for it. They die for it. If this swordsman wouldn’t scream then they will force him to scream. They would torture him to scream. They would slowly cut off his limbs till he screamed. The demons howled through the darkness that they were dropping from. The swordsman smirked and he slowly used his hands to grab the hilts of his swords from opposite sides of his hips. To him, the demons were moving slowly through the air while he pulled out two of his four swords in a speed that was faster than normal time.

He stretched out both of his arms at shoulder-length and was holding both blades in front of him with one blade slightly above the other. The swordsman closed his eyes and began to breathe in deeply as he stood still with both of his weapons drawn out already. While mediating, he could hear his heart beating calmly and slowly—bump-bump, bump-bump. Slower than a normal human should be but whoever said that he was normal. He was undoubtedly not just a typical ordinary human and was here for a reason against these demons. At last, he finally opened his eyes within minutes of standing there, but in truth, it was only for a second. The demons were getting closer to him with every moment he delayed…