the-domnyom by Ali Saeed (love letters to the dead .TXT) 📖

eyes staring at them.

Her eyes were terrifying, radiating death and hatred for everyone around her.

However, the commander, putting his sword on his shoulder, approached her, smiling confidently, as if he were walking in a garden. Not interested in that woman, and her black eyes, who terrified his followers. 

It was a display of strength and courage, a hero's attitude that made his followers scream with gusto and regain their courage.

However. He was terrified of those eyes, which were looking at him, as if he were a stinking cadaver.

 

His body was pricking him like needles from her stare, and he had never felt this before. However, he cannot show his fear in these moments, as showing weakness and fear on the battlefield means imminent death.

He had fought terrifying monsters before, and this would be one of those monsters.

 

He activated his enchanted sword abilities as he approached her, and the sword glowed with a white light. He gripped his sword firmly, preparing to carry out his sudden movement to end the fight quickly. And he thought: 

 

 I've never seen a demon like this before...I might have used some illusion or magic to make it look like this, but what terrifying demon made these shields. No. It must be both. But this demon is really stupid.. She does nothing but stare . 

 

The leader stopped in front of her. A meter separated them, and that distance was within the effective range of his attack.

  He stared down to look at her, and Blander stared up, looking into his eyes, which were several times taller and larger than her.

 

  The captain said with absolute confidence: 

"It is really unfortunate that a woman of such beauty is a demon, but you don't look like a real fighter. You shouldn't have let me get so close to you without drawing your sword, or even taking your hands off your chest.

 

Well, not everyone who wore armor became a warrior, and I'm really sorry about that, but, I can't leave a demon like you alive. It is our sacred duty to cleanse the world of heretics after all."

 

  Blander stared at him silently, not understanding what the man in front of her was doing, and why he had called her a heretic .

The commander smiled in his heart at her stupidity, as she facilitated his task. sternly said:

 

"I regret your stupidity in the hereafter!".

He quickly swirled around himself like a hurricane in a fleeting moment as he grabbed his sword with both hands, using all his strength and momentum

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It was an attack as fast as lightning, and it couldn't be overtaken or evaded from such a distance or even made a reaction.

Indeed, the woman in front of him, standing completely stunned, was unable to show any response with such inhuman speed. Those were his most powerful , sudden, and surprising martial attacks, from which no one had ever escaped.

shout says:   

"Die!!!".

And he hit her neck at that moment. The blade of the sword passed through her neck quickly, as if her neck was made of dough.

 Her head flew into the air, her chestnut hair, fluttering behind her head like a flag, and then fell and rolled to the ground, her mouth wide open, her eyes blinking ceaselessly. Uncertified what happened to it. Blood spurted out of her neck like a bright red fountain, and her body started to dance, as if he couldn't comprehend what had happened to him at such an incredible speed. Her body shivering fell to the ground like rubbish

.

Or this is what the man imagined to happen!

His hands were numb from the force of the blow. He felt his sword colliding with a huge steel plate. I turned around quickly to see what had happened. His eyes widened like two bowls, as he could not believe what he saw with his eyes. 

- "Impossible!!! This is crazy!!!".

 

Blander was standing, arms folded over her chest, as she had been from the beginning. 

The commander's huge sword was pressing on her neck, without causing her anything. Panic screams erupted around him.

The commander was stuck in place, his brain had stopped working and analyzing what had happened.

 

-"Are you serious about what you're doing?"

So said Blander softly, as if telling him to get up from his tan, and wipe that silly look from his face.

  The commander regained his focus from those words. He turned himself in the opposite direction, faster than the previous one, aiming at her neck again.

However, the scene in front of him was like a dream.

 

The sword slammed into her neck so violently, there was no blood, not even a wound, or even a simple scratch. Confusingly, she did not move, but did not even blink her eyes. The only thing that moved was her chestnut hair and cloak as they fluttered from the wind force generated by the savage sword strike. 

 

The captain jumped back, away from her. He no longer understood anything. It was then that three knights of his followers appeared behind her.

The commander made movements with his sword, as if preparing to attack. To get her attention.

 

 His followers did not miss the opportunity, and jumped over it like ferocious beasts. They stuck their swords in it. One was behind her neck, and the rest had their swords stuck in the joint of her knees, which was the weak point of the armor. However, they did not feel that they had penetrated her flesh, however. They did not stop what they were doing. They hit, and they hit, as if they were carving rocks. 

"Don't you know, that fondling a woman in this way is considered rude."

 Blander said without turning to them. As if they were disgusting worms wriggling on their shields.

 Their faces turned pale. Their strength evaded these words. However, the commander was flying to it like an arrow, taking advantage of this moment, while carrying his sword in front of him like a spear. Using his full speed, propped up with all his massive body, he plunged his sword into her throat

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This attack, which was enough to pierce a huge demonic tree, and pierce hard rock, was useless, it didn't pierce her neck, didn't even shed her blood, and didn't even push her back.

 

The leader cursed in his heart this demonic woman.

The commander had a hunch that she wouldn't act on it. It was a hoax, taking advantage of her inactivity. As soon as the sword touched down her throat, it activated one of the abilities of the Enchanted Sword. Austral !

 

The sword was embedded in her neck and upper chest. Like being in the water. The sword came out from the other side at that moment.

It was Austral . It is one of the magical spells, which transform weapons into intangible things such as light, thus bypassing armor and all kinds of protection. However, it is not completely harmful as long as it is activated. That is why the Commander used it on this Demon. 

As soon as the sword passed through her neck, the commander turned off this ability. And the sword turned into a solid state, which is embedded in it. It was a hellish plan. The commander, and all his followers, smiled, and they began to feel relieved.

 The commander said in a triumphant tone:

"You were such a strong opponent, I'll remember your name for a few days. What was your name again?"

 

And he laughed sarcastically. He continued by saying:

"I don't need to know your name, you motherfucker... well. I must draw the sword, and the despicable red rain begins.

Oh!. I forgot to tell you, my sword is equipped with a special magic, which is to cancel the healing magic. Therefore, you will not be able to heal yourself with anything. 

do not worry. I will watch you till the last drop of your damned blood bleed like a sheep. And then. Well, you don't need to know what will happen to you next."

 

  Blander was staring at the huge man in front of her softly as she stood like a mountain. She was disappointed with this man, and said, starting to get bored:

"Is that all you have?"

Those words froze his blood in his veins. A gigantic sword was embedded in her, yet she looked eerily calm.

The leader said, and fear began to creep into him:

-"You must die"

He grabbed the sword with a trembling hand and pulled it out, but the sword did not come out, it was still stuck in it. The commander pulled him hard, with both hands, and he did not budge. He pulled him screaming and moaning. Until the veins of his face swollen tight ropes.

Neither the sword nor the woman moved from her place. Then the leader lost his cohesion from these strange circumstances.

-"What madness is this... damn you, Satan!!!"

 

He threw many punches, kicks in the face.

He grabbed her head with his hands, and smashed her beautiful face, with his huge knee, armored with nails, once, again, third, fourth, fifth, sixth and tenth, crying out like a madman : 

“Die!!, Die!!, Die!! .Damn you!!!”

 

The spectacle was comical or perhaps even horrifying to them, Russo , who looked like a giant in front of the woman; And that woman who seemed tiny and fragile, would shatter from the beast's punches in front of her. However. She was looking at him wearily. It was as if those attacks were made of blades.

It was a horrific reality that made the seasoned knights shiver like children.

But. Russo did not stop his attack.

This time he grabbed his sword and snatched it away. Perhaps she let him slip out of her body from the intensity of the pain, which she felt from those brutal kicks and punches. A single kick from the commander could lead to death. The strange thing is that there was no hole in her chest, but Russo argument did not care, for she was a demon, and everything is possible with heretics . He raised his sword high and landed on her head, using all the strength of his body, the muscles of his back, his stomach, and the strength of his arms. Scream like a thunderbolt:

“Haaaaaaaaaaah !!!!!!” 

It was this blow that severed the dragon's neck, turning its flesh into dough. The succubus was undoubtedly split in half by this savagery and had become a mashed mass of gruesome red paste. But Russo was fed up with the fertile fantasies of his brain, and waited with bloody eyes for what would happen.

 

His deepest fears came true as the sword hit her head, and the sword made a strange sound as though it was wailing in pain. The sword trembled in the commander's hand, smashing his fingers. His sword slipped from his hand. The captain groaned in pain. But he turned away from her as he jumped back several meters, and took heavy breaths as he looked at her. 

The three ran after her away.

  It was Blander , standing up without a single scratch. She was completely healthy.

 

The commander cried out in a mixture of fear, horror, shock, and pain. His mind could not comprehend anything of this madness.

-"This is impossible!!!. It can't be real. This sword rips a dragon apart. You can't be real. You are a damned illusion. Yes you are an illusion. Even magic has its limits..

Why don't you die? Why don't you get hurt?!!! Why don't you move? Why don't you speak? damn it !!!!! ".

 

Blander looked at the sword lying in front of her, and kicked it at its owner with boredom, as if to say: Try your best. Russo never cried in his life. However. He seemed to be on the verge of tears at this moment.

-" What do you want ?!" .

She said coldly:

-"What an effeminate man! You attacked me without any reason, without even answering my questions. Now you ask what I want.. Well, I want answers this time, that's why I didn't do anything to you, but I'm really starting to get upset about this. What are you doing? here ?!"

 

-"We are here to investigate this country, to find out what happened there, and the