âf.u.c.k, kid, why havenât you lit the lamps?â Slyfox boomed loudly as he squeezed his fat figure into the small room.
Cloudhawk could sense the softness of the Queenâs body, the warmth of her breath against his neck⌠and the hardness of the sharp weapon her long, slender hands were pressing against his neck from beneath the grungy covers.
Shocked? Horrified? Tense?
Cloudhawk didnât know how to describe his current state of mind. It was an inexplicable, indescribable type of sensation, and even he didnât know what he was feeling right now.
Slyfox let out a rather irritated snort. âAre you dead? Say something! And why are you still on the bed? Get your a.s.s up!â
âWhat do you want?â Cloudhawk didnât dare to show that anything was off, much less leave the bed. He said in an intentionally feeble voice, âI need to rest. Stop bothering me!â
âf.u.c.k that! You just got nicked a few times. Since when have you been such a wimp? Donât you want your share of the spoils?â Slyfox walked over, tossing a large silver coat of fur over towards Cloudhawk. It was actually a very complete wolf pelt! Judging from the size of the thing, it had to have been skinned from the alpha rotwolf. âCheck it out. This is a really great piece of fur; its both warm and tough. You can even make it into a suit of top-notch leather armor. Man, you really should be thanking your lucky stars. Oh yeah, you can keep the shotgun too. Consider that part of your spoils.â
âWhat the h.e.l.l? These things belonged to me to begin with!â Cloudhawk had been the one to kill the alpha rotwolf, and he had found the shotgun on the field of battle. The fat b.a.s.t.a.r.d was acting like he was giving Cloudhawk some nice gifts when in reality he was just giving Cloudhawk things that were rightfully his to begin with!
âDonât be a brat. Do you think you wouldâve gotten anything at all if I hadnât fought over them for you? Hey, Iâm talking to you! Why the f.u.c.k are you still lyingâŚâ Slyfoxâs words suddenly trailed off as he noticed what was happening on the bed. Although the room was very dim and he couldnât make out many details, he could still tell that someone was lying next to Cloudhawk, most likely a woman. Judging from her posture, she was cuddling the little b.a.s.t.a.r.d.
A perplexed yet amused look suddenly appeared on Slyfoxâs face. âOhoho! So youâve finally learned to have some fun, eh? Hidinâ a woman in your room⌠lemme take a look at her.â
Theyâd been discovered! The Queen tensed even further, pressing the dart slightly harder against Cloudhawkâs neck. Cloudhawk felt as though the dart was about to stab straight through his skin. He immediately began to sweat heavily as he called out, âWho Iâm sleeping with is none of your business! I-I⌠Iâm naked. Get the f.u.c.k outta here!â
âHAH! No wonder you are in such a p.i.s.sy mood. I get p.i.s.sed too when someone interrupts me mid-s.h.a.g. Weâre all men. I get it, I get it! But yâknow, that woman of yours seems to have a really nice body. How does she look? Is she a s.l.u.t? Lemme take a look. h.e.l.l, Iâll teach you a few moves on the spot. Iâm a grandmaster in this area, yâknow.â
The Queen began to tremble, her rage and her frustration having reached a boiling point. As for Cloudhawk, he felt so frightened that his soul was at the verge of fleeing from his body. This fat f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d was about to get him killed. He hurriedly shouted, âFata.s.s, are you trying to steal my woman from me?â
âWHAT!? You no-good sonufa⌠do you have any idea how many women I got? Why the f.u.c.k would I try to take yours, you brat?â Slyfox seemed to have been truly affronted by this suggestion, and he instantly started to curse at Cloudhawk. âI was planninâ to invite you to the banquet weâre holdinâ, but since yer busy dealinâ with this woman Iâll leave you to it. Letâs get the h.e.l.l outta here, guys.â
Still grumbling and cursing, Slyfox left the room. The mercenaries outside all began to let out mocking shouts.
âSo the kid found a woman for himself?â
âMy mind is completely blown!â
Quite a few of them craned to stare inwards with depraved looks in their eyes, curious as to what type of woman this half-grown brat could possibly find.
âStop staring. Heâs probably a virgin. How the h.e.l.l is he gonna stay hard with all yâall staring at him?â Slyfox let out a loud guffaw. âPlenty of women in the world!â The mercenaries roared with laughter as they left.
With the mercenaries gone, Cloudhawk let out a relieved sigh. Moments later, he tensed up again. He immediately said to the woman behind him, âDonât get mad at me. I just wanted to get them outta here as soon as I could. Iâm sorry if I offended you.â
The Queenâs hand suddenly slumped down powerlessly. She made no response at all! Cloudhawk couldnât help but use his elbow to nudge her slightly. âThey left already!â The Queen slowly began to curl into a fetal position, still not saying a single word. Something was wrong!
Cloudhawk turned to look at her. Only now did Cloudhawk realize that her face was ashen, and that her lips were blue. A few strands of her black hair had been plastered to her face by sweat, and her entire body was trembling slightly. It looked as though she was gripped by tremendous pain.
âIs the injury acting up again?â Cloudhawk hurriedly lit a lamp, only to see that her teeth were tightly clenched. She clearly wasnât in the mood to worry about the rather disrespectful words he had said earlier. Cloudhawk looked at her closely. âWhere were you hurt?â
Cloudhawk swept the Queenâs lithesome form with his gaze. He noticed that there were a number of holes in the front of her clothes, and he immediately pulled them open, revealing a number of wounds across her taut, firm belly. The wounds werenât that deep, but they looked badly infected. The once-white skin around the wounds had already turned dark and purple.
What was going on here?
CRACK! The Queen delivered a stinging slap to his face. She glared at him, forcing words out of her gritted teeth. âTake your filthy paws off of me.â
âYouâve clearly been poisoned, and quite heavily. If this goes untreated, all of your internal organs will rot.â Cloudhawk finally understood why the Bloodsoaked Queen was so weak. A resigned yet curious look appeared in his eyes. âBut it doesnât look like you were bitten by an animal. What happened?â
The Bloodsoaked Queen growled out, âNone of your business. f.u.c.k off!â
âWhy are you such a pain to work with!â Cloudhawk was starting to grow p.i.s.sed off as well. âI saved you. TWICE. Not only are you being an ingrate, you are acting like an a.s.shole. Oh, right⌠you also tried to kill me! For f.u.c.kâs sake, if it wasnât because you know of the world beyond the wastelands, do you really think Iâd be working so f.u.c.king hard to save you?â
The Queen trembled with rage. âYouâŚâ
âJust shut up! You wonât be able to hang on for much longer. If you donât get treatment, youâll die.â Cloudhawk shook his head. âI swear to you, if you die in my place, Iâll have no choice but to strip you naked, eviscerate you, then stuff you like a doll. Given how pretty you are, youâll make a lovely souvenir. Weâll stick you right in front of the outpost for everyone to see.â
âYou wouldnât dare!â
âWouldnât dare? Why the h.e.l.l wouldnât I?â The Queen was noticeably growing weaker and weaker, and so Cloudhawk was becoming more and more daring. No matter what, he wouldnât let this woman die here. He wanted, needed, to learn a way out of the wastelands. âIf you donât want to die, then please work with me, alright?â
The Bloodsoaked Queen let out a few rattling coughs, a few flecks of blood flying out of her mouth. Oh, s.h.i.+t. This is bad. Sheâs not gonna actually die here, is she?
The Queen shut her eyes. After taking a few deep breaths, she opened her eyes again. No emotions could be seen in her gaze, and she now looked as calm and collected as ever. She said in a cold, calm voice, âThree days ago, I was hunting after the demon. I found the place he was hiding, but accidentally revealed myself and ended up being attacked by his minions. I wiped them all out, but I paid a price⌠and I was also struck by a poison dart.â As she spoke, she handed over the short dart she had been clenching this entire time.
âThis was the thing you were using to threaten me earlier, right?â Cloudhawk accepted the poison dart. It was slick, barbed, and extremely sharp; clearly, this was a high-quality weapon. It was also smeared with that was dark-green in color, and a few flakes of dried blood could be seen on its surface. No ordinary wastelander would ever have access to such a weapon. âf.u.c.k. That was close!â The Queen really was a vicious schemer. If she had so much as nicked him, he probably would be a goner by now!
âWith so many of his minions killed, the demon naturally found out that I was here and hunting for him. However, he doesnât know much about me, nor does he know if there are other demonhunters working by my side. Given how slippery and crafty demons are, he wonât reveal himself unless absolutely necessary. Thatâs why heâs chosen to watch from the shadows while sending out others to test me.â
The Bloodsoaked Queenâs voice turned deep and dark. âThe âsweeper leaderâ you saw earlier today was one of his minions. Their real target wasnât the outpost; it was me.â
Although he had guessed at this long ago, he still felt shocked upon hearing his suspicions confirmed. âNo wonder. You clearly were able to defeat him with ease, but you insisted on killing him in the most dramatic fas.h.i.+on possible.â Cloudhawk suddenly understood everything. âYou were putting on a false front! It was so obvious, even I could tell. Do you really think you fooled him?â
The Queen stuttered slightly. She had felt certain that she had put on a flawless performance, revealing no weaknesses at all. How was it that the kid was able to see through everything? But she had most likely indeed been able to deceive her foe. Otherwise, there was no way things wouldâve ended that easily!
âYou still havenât told me what a âdemonâ is.â
âDemons are cruel, savage, vicious, venomous creatures. They are the source of all sin, the cause of all calamities, and they are the enemies of mankind. As a demonhunter blessed by the grace of the G.o.ds, my princ.i.p.al responsibility is to hunt down demons. Honorless, faithless heathens like you could never understand.â
The Bloodsoaked Queen slowly closed her eyes as she continued to speak. âI have no idea how strong that demon was. I donât even know if the play I put on today was able to fool him. Youâve saved me twice, so Iâll give you fair warning â leave this place immediately!â
Cloudhawk was stunned. âWhat?â
âBlackflag Outpost is currently the most dangerous place in the wastelands. Its very existence is balanced on a steel wire, and the slightest wind could blow it off. The demon holds tremendous power in these wastelands. For him, destroying Blackflag Outpost is a very easy task. It might happen tomorrow. It might happen right now.â The Bloodsoaked Queen opened her dark, jewel-like eyes again, a steady look in her gaze. âIf you leave right now, you might be able to escape. Flee, as fast as you can.â
Cloudhawk still had no idea what a âdemonâ was. Still, there was no reason for this female demonhunter to lie to him. The fact remained that she had been heavily injured by the minions of this âdemonâ, and she hadnât even been able to face it in person. This meant that there was an enormous gap in power between this young demonhunter and the âdemonâ she spoke of.
Blackflag Outpost might truly be in danger!
Cloudhawk swallowed, hard. âf.u.c.k. I can feel a chill going down my spine. But⌠why havenât you fled yourself? Given how badly hurt you are, thereâs no way you can win!â
âFlee?â The Bloodsoaked Queen forced herself to sit up, leaning against the headboard of the bed. She was extremely weak, but she still possessed an aura of forlorn beauty. Her eyes were filled with ardent faith and firm resolution, as well a look of absolute disdain for the ignorant child before her.
âHow can a wastelander ant possibly understand the faith and resolve of a demonhunter?â
âAlright, alright! I get it already. Iâm an ant, a bug. You are a n.o.ble demonhunter, a royal queen. Everyone gets it already. Do you really have to repeat this c.r.a.p over and over?â Cloudhawk was getting rather impatient. âNo matter what, the first thing we have to do is to treat your wounds. Thereâs a guy outside named âMantisâ. You shouldâve heard of him before, right? He loves to spend his time studying venomous insects and various poisons. Iâm sure heâd be able to help treat you. How about I call him over and have him treat you in secret?â
âUnacceptable!â The Bloodsoaked Queen replied coldly, âNo one in the wastelands can be trusted. You canât let anyone see me in the state Iâm in!â
This woman is crazy stubborn. What the h.e.l.l am I supposed to do? Judging from the condition she was in, the poison shouldnât be too dangerous; otherwise, there was no way she couldâve lasted for so long. Poisons meant to be pre-applied to weapons were generally formulated to be long-lasting rather than potent. There were some types of poison that could almost instantly kill a person, but they were only potent for very brief periods of time. When a battle suddenly erupted, there was often no time to properly apply poison to your weapons.
Cloudhawk played with the dart for a few moments when suddenly, something clicked. âI have an idea!â
âWhat is your id-âŚâ Halfway through her words, the Queen fell silent. Her eyes bulged out as something completely unexpected happened. Cloudhawk suddenly stabbed himself in the arm with the poison dart, leaving behind a b.l.o.o.d.y wound on it. The Queen stared at him, completely dumbfounded. âW-what are youâŚâ
âJust wait here!â Cloudhawk was in such pain that sweat was pouring down his head, but he still squeezed out a smile. He seemed quite proud of this âgeniusâ idea of his. âIâll be back shortly and Iâll save you!â
As soon as he finished talking, he pushed the door open and left.
âHelp! HELP! Iâve been poisoned! Whereâs Mantis? WHEREâS MANTIS?! I need him to save me!â
The Queen just stared blankly as he charged out, not sure if she should laugh or cry. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with the kid?