The men furrowed their eyebrows as they slapped their ears. Not only from the shock, but in response to the scream. She sounded like a screeching bird.
A woman?
"What has become of me. Look at you..." the woman said in pain hurdled over a puddle which seemed to be clear enough to show her reflection like a mirror.
Her hands were latched on to her face, long nails gently caressing her cheeks. Her cold black eyes skimmed in dread through the smudged red lipstick and black liner running down her cheeks.
"Which one of you fine gentlemen, did this to me?" The woman suddenly turned to the men. Her shoulders slumped as she began to rise to her feet. All she remembered was being on the battlefield, gloating in victory when a bright light suddenly appeared, interrupting her celebration. Next thing she knew, she woke up here, wet with her make up ruined.
As she tried to stand, her legs wobbled side to side, unable to find balance from the slipperiness of the wet floor and the sharpness of her black onyx heels.
The soldier's attention sharpened in surprise. The woman was not only beautiful, but lustrous, with a body cloaked from head to toe in a wet long and luxurious looking robe that was tight at her waist. Her robe was joined to a tight black balaclava that covered her neck, hair and ears revealing only her face. She was jeweled from head to toe with rings and necklaces decorating her robed body. On her hooded forehead rested a perfectly fitted golden crown. It was hard to imagine what a person with so much decorations could be doing on a battlefield.
The woman looked around the room in confusion. She appeared to be in some white metallic room, with weapons hanging on the wall.
Her eyes squinted unsure of the accuracy of her cursed sight. When her fingers moved to her right ear and a pair of pink framed glasses appeared in between her index finger and thumb. Gently she balanced it on her face
Her blurry vision cleared instantly, revealing eleven tall and muscular men staring down at her with a dangerous glare.
"When had I been captured?" She whispered to herself as she turned her head to the side slightly. Impossible. She was Valyha, she could never be captured. She was simply too perfect!
"Who are you?" A male voice asked as he watched the woman study her newfound environment.
The woman ignored the man still looking around.
"Are you deaf?" Heler yelled, irritated.
His fist tightened, ready to punch her. But as his blow nearly brushes her face, the woman stared him deep in the eyes with a small frown. The shock from her reaction caused Heler to stop the punch just inches away from crushing her.
The wind of the halted action blew over her face but her eyes revealed no trace of intimidation
"Who do you think you are talking to, child?" The woman muttered in a cold voice, genuinely amused. Then she saw it, the redness in Heler's eyes. "My. My oh my... Not child. Demon." The woman grinned as her eyes grew.
A cold shiver ran down Heler's spine just by looking into her eyes. It was like staring into the darkest and coldest abyss. The kind, souls could get lost in forever. He re-arched his arm, winding up to punch again. Pissed that a mere human could have that kind of effect on him. She needed to know her place. He only needed to break her jaw just enough to inflict the kind of agonizing pain he wanted, but not kill her. The Emperor still need his toy intact to gain information.
As Heler's fist bordered to make contact with her body. The white floating lanterns above shattered and the room became pitch black.
His raging fist passed through air as the woman vanished. The darkness didn't have much of an effect on the men as most of them had excellent night vision.
The light's going off wasn't what alarmed them. Those lanterns were holy talisman —if it broke, it meant a great evil had breached its borders.
That was never a good thing.
"Kill her!" Najeer broke his silence and screamed. But before any of his men could react, Heler's head suddenly dropped to the ground, rolling to Najeers feet. It was neatly sliced as blood gushed out of his throat like a broken pipe.
For Najeer, It was as if time had stilled as one by one his men began to get stabbed or sliced open by the strange woman. All attempts of attacks against her were futile. Her body couldn't even be seen to cast a curse or shoot her. But every once in a while she would make herself visible seconds before killing another one. Almost as if she was toying with them. Killing without leaving time for his men gather thought to cast a spell. She struck using surprise as her weapon, with an untraceable spirit.
Screams and growls haunted the room all at once before a sudden stop.
Silence.
The scent of blood poisoned the air as Najeer watched his men lay dead on the filthy floor. An unsettling feeling struck him. He hadn't even caught half the deaths. Eleven of his strongest warrior dead in seconds. They most likely didn't know they were getting killed before it happened. Their bodies were split apart in half from head to toe. Dismembered in the most dishonorable manner with intestines stretching in opposite direction across the floor.
A soft breeze filled the room as Najeer's head turned to look at the open metal door. She had escaped outside. To kill more. His hands subconsciously turned cold. He could feel it, the many lives he had been connected to dying. Too many.
She had infiltrated the military base. Now heading to his women's resting place... she moved like a passing spirit. Unnoticed by anyone but killed everything in her path.
Not even he could trace her. How could you kill what you couldn't see?
Never had he seen anything of such cruel destructive scale. He had heard stories about the trojan horse. Now he had come to experience it's horror. No one could have predicted what evil was just sitting there waiting to happen
The bad omen he had felt... this was she.
Najeer parted his lips still shaken by what had just happened. It a
lt happened so fast. His mind and body couldn't process it all.