Sacrifice

((This story depicts gruesome deaths.))
The day had drug on long, but Kerix knew that the militia training would benefit the Hillsbrad territory well. He was not the best choice to train the militia, but at this point he was the only feasible choice. Most of the trainers were killed in the scourge as they vainly fought to defend Lordaeron as it fell, and many of the others died in Kalimdor with the human forces under lady Jaina Proudmoore. It had been about a year since that day, and since Kerix returned to the eastern kingdoms, and he had settled in Hillsbrad, where he sent his son to live with his brother Gaius. After living there a few months, he met a woman, Terra, who took a liking to his son immidiatly, and his son was quite fond of Terra as well. They got along famously.
Terra was about 5'4 with golden blonde hair, a slim figure, and was known for her enormous breasts. Kerix had little to no interest in her, but favored her because of how much happiness she brought his son. The two would often take an adventure into the forest, to see the large turtles at the river, going for a drink. They would often go the baker, buy some sweets, and then head to the dock, where the boy and woman would spend hours talking about every topic that would come across the boys mind. Kerix simply had a relationship with her out of almost a protocol for his son to have a mother and father figure in his life. They occasionaly made love, but at the wish of Terra, and Kerix reluctantly agreed, but was always sure to make it seem as though he was happy to. If the two talked, at all, it would be safe topics that he knew they would agree on, so they would not argue.
And after six months of living with her, the situation is not much different, except he no longer agrees to sleep with her, because of her strange attitude during. This irritated her to no end, and her once always happy and cheery persona change, when alone with Kerix. If she said anything to him, it was some snide remark or smart ass comment, which Kerix simply ignored. He walked home, as he did every night and each slow footfall caused a small, nuclear explosion like, swirl of dust and with every step he took all the bones and muscles in his body ached from the endless drills and training exercises. The town of Soutshore came into view, through the trees around the winding path up to the outskirt buildings. He passed many farmers, and peasants who called his name, greeting him. He was well known and generally liked in the area. Mostly because he was an officer in the old army of Lordaeron. He returned the greetings with a friendly smile and a short wave.
His brother, Giaus, much larger, and with longer hair and beard than Kerix, stopped him, "Ave, Kerix. How goes your training?" to which Kerix wittingly replied, "Better than your bullshit retirement." The brothers shared a laugh, as it had become a custom of Kerix to berate his brother for his early, and much debated, retirement. "Your girlfriend, Terra, acted very strangely, today." A look of concern on Giaus, but a look of wearyness to Kerix, as she often, recently, got herself into superfluous arguments with local shopkeepers. "Oh what has that woman done now?", a pause from Giaus, "Well...she tried to steal some farm animals, was caught by the farmer, who chased her off while she still had one of the animals, and convinced a guard that the farmer raped her." This shocked Kerix to the bone. Sure she had argued with the locals on various stupid events, but she'd never done anything that drastic, and illogical.
Without a word, the two nodded, and both knew what Kerix would do to straighten her out and end the erratic behavior. He would send his son to Giaus' home to sleep for the night, and he would give her a stern talking to. Giaus informed, "I'll have the spare room prepaired for him." Kerix then thanked him and headed down the street to his home, near the dock. He approached the door, which was ajar, and could see a red glowing light radiating from within. He ruffled his brow, and slowly pushed it open. The light came from across the room, from downstairs. He slowly made his way in his home, looking around, and closed the door. "Terra?" he paused, with no answer, "Samuel?" Once again, no response. A bone chilling shreak of what seemed like dozens of bats came from the cellar, where the red light glowed from. He moved briskly to the door, and headed down the stairs.
The most horrifying sight he could ever behold layed before him. Terra stood, in a very revealing leather outfit, looking similar to Mageweave, with a succubus tail, horns, and a whip. The blasted woman was a Succubus. She laughed maniacly as she whipped Samuel, who was chained to the wall, tightly, unable to moved, with his intestines pouring out of his stomach. The little amount of clothing that was still on his body was torn to shreads by the whip, and several small daggers were imbeaded in the young boys chest. His blood, and innards were smeared and splattered all around the room, and even on the face of Terra.
Kerix boiled with a dangerous mix of emotions, fear, rage, anger, sorrow, despair, and revenge. He stormed down the stairs, where Terra met him, with only the shreaking words, "Diiiieeee!" Kerix was not fazed by the intentionally terrifying shreak, nor the torrent of whips and scratches from the devil woman. He knocked her back with a hard backhand strike from his right hand, and quickly looked to his left, where his tools were. A shovel, hoe, spade, and a forester ax, double bladed. He lifted the ax, gave it a quick spin, looked to Terra, who was maniacally laughing. He took two large strides to her, raised his arm, and burried the ax in her brain. She fell like a sack of potatoes, lifeless, brain juices leaking onto the stone floor, the evil laugh etched into her face. He jerked the ax out, and once again struck her skull, nearly splitting it in two. He released an audible grunt, withdrew the ax, and threw it to the side, where it landed without bouncing, hard.
He turned to his son, dead, and massacred, and fell to his knees weeping uncontrollably, holding his head in his hands, considering suicide.
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