Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Purgatory ❯ Discovery ( Chapter 10 )

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A/N: I've upped the rating. Be warned! If you don't like nasty stuff don't read! If you can't handle it, DO NOT READ!

 

Purgatory

 

 

Blood lay everywhere. Dried and crusted it was on the walls of the huts, rooftops, in the streets. The flies were thick, maggots crawling out of the dead in massive clumps. Crows and raven flying overhead, their cries seeming triumphant at this feast. The bodies themselves seemed to be arranged in some sick dance. Arms wrapped around others in embraces of what might be carnal pleasure. Some those were inside or around the huts were posed in what appeared to be daily life. Women cooking, men at the wood block, children playing with dolls and toys. But the pots held body parts such as eyes, hands, and hearts. On the wood block were heads to be chopped in half; to the side were heads that had already been cleaved in two. Children appeared to play with human bones, and dolls covered in blood.

 

At the end of the street, a man sat dining out of a young woman's stomach. An unborn child partially hanging out of his mouth. Its head hanging out looking out at the world with its dead eyes. This sight caused Dais to turn away. He had been searching the village for anything. Survivors, weapons, clues as to who had done this, anything that gave him an idea about what had happened here. This sight made his stomach turn. He had seen a lot of nasty things in his long life but this was possibly the worst.

 

After the last village even his soldiers refused to enter this one. The previous three villages had been progressively worse. He had gone in alone leaving his mount at the edge of a pasture. Now he wished he had never set foot in this place. Yet he must continue, this was a large village and there was more to examine. He had to see what else might be within these walls.

 

He continued on, numbing himself to the sight of blood and gore. Yet when he came to the village square he was shaken to his core. This time unable to look away he stared. Corpses lay piled in a heap in the center, but their condition! Some clearly had been gnawed on by what appeared to be human teeth. Others had been skinned and stripped of their meat. Some had been cut into pieces, the less desirable ones thrown to the side. Eyes, hands, feet, hearts, livers, others body parts lay where they had been thrown. At the top of the pile embedded into one body was a spear, but the opposite end was also tipped. Skewered on this end was the body of a small infant, it's arms and legs dangling down, it's blood coating the spear shaft

 

But it wasn't that gory sight that held his gaze. It was the spear. It was a spear he was very familiar with, one that had been part of the Dynasty's marching army. At the base of the actual spear was the same symbol that he had seen numerous of times. It was the symbol of Oni Masho. The Dark Warlord of Cruelty. It was Anubis's personal insignia.