Thread: A Paladin's Humiliating Defeat (Sierra-117 x Beautiful Disgrace)

Grakor sat in his lair, looking up at the ceiling of his massive underground lair. He looked around, his black eyes scanning the area. He sighed as he tossed the skull he had been playing with back into the pile of bones in the corner, the crunch of bone meeting bone echoing around the cavern. He looked at his blood-stained floor. It had been such a long time since someone had come to challenge him the blood had hardened so much it caked and scrapped off the floor anything he walked over it, like a wall that hadn't been painted in years. He sighed again as he reminisced about days gone by, when Paladins and other would be heroes had stepped into his lair, each carrying a different weapon, each wearing a different set of armour, each moving differently, all being pummelled by him. He wondered what it was. Had the humans forgotten him? Grakor, the 7ft demon, whose roar could stagger even the largest man, who had pillaged cities and raped women, eaten children and slaughtered men? How could they forgot him? He looked down, his anger boiling, showing now as black threads ran along his body, wrapping him in a robe of shadows. He roared loudly and the cavern shook. He nodded to himself as patches of rock feel from the ceiling, the vibrations from his roar dislodging them. He grinned a wicked grin and stepped outside his layer for the first time. He felt the warm sun on his skin and laughed. He wanted to cause mayhem like he had a hundred years ago. Below him he saw a large village, busting and thriving, unaware that in the mountain above lay a demon who had not had his bloodlust filled for sometime. He laughed manically as he made his way down the mountain path, walking at first before picking up speed, soon running towards the village. he saw the walls rise up in front of him, heard the cries of the people on watch, felt the arrows as the pierced his skin. He laughed as he broke them off, feeling like nothing more than a bee sting. He charged now, shoulder down, the gate appearing before him rapidly. Right as he reached it he hunkered down a little, using the force he was building to spring, bringing his shoulder up to meet the gate, feeling the wood resist at first but then crack, giving way to his power and weight. The gate broke open, splinters flying everywhere as the men on the wall ran down, swords at the ready. He grabbed the first one in his left hand, using his right to grab his head and pull, feeling a little resistance before a satisfying snap echoed into his ears, his hand shooting up into the air as the resistance resided, taking with it the head he had been pulling. He let the headless body slump to the ground, throwing the head at an oncoming solider. It hit him with such force it snapped his head back, causing the solider to fall. He saw a few men lining up in front of him and he sent one of his hands flying through the air, swiping at them with such speed and ferocity all four were sent flying through the air, smacking the village wall with a sickening thud. Two men thought they had the demon, his back exposed and the stabbed, but before their arms could move eve two inches two black tendrils had come from his robes and run through both men, the shadows going in one end and out the other with a sickening squelch, blood dripping off the tip of them. The demon laughed as most of the remaining soldiers fled, the shadows slicing through air as they went, separating limbs, intenstines and heads from bodies.