Exiled Clan - 98 Kane

“Ugh!…” A groaning voice caused the rhythmic sound of footsteps to stop, the sudden pause in motion, yanked the man off the shoulder he was resting on, causing him to feel his chest contract as he cried at the top of his lungs, but instead of sounds a stream of blood to flow out from his mouth, falling below painting the ground red.

“Bastard who dares to treat me this way…”

“Pom!” The red-robed man landed heavily on the ground before spitting out another mouthful of blood.

He painstakingly tried to sit up and looked at the man who had just dropped him, in utter disbelief.

“I’m alive! I’m alive Ha ha ha ha!!” But instead of the anticipated cursing from the blood demon, only a slew of incoherent sentences and laughter was heard.

Rudra looked at the man who was laughing like some super villain before he quickly tried to capitalize on the situation.

“Yes! yes, you are alive you can thank me for saving for life now!” Rudra beamed his front teeth at the Blood demon who flinched at the face of his savior.

“You who are you!” the previously fierce Blood demon was no more as he used his arms to push his body away from the scarred face in front of him, the blood demon was unsure of the identity of the man in front of him who claimed to have saved his life.

The blood demon knew internally that at this moment he was the weakest in his life even a mere mortal could finish him off. The blood demon realizing his present situation quickly collected himself.

“Ah! Yes, Thank you, my dear friend!” the blood demon tried to reveal his best smile back at his savior.

Rudra looked at the bloodied teeth of the man who looked as if he had been trampled by a horde of bulls passing by.

“No need to thank me, I had to help a fellow demon in such a dire situation.”

“You must also know how it is necessary for us Demonkin to stick together in this area right now that we are being targeted by the righteous sects!” Rudra tried to go on with his trust-building initiative.

“Oh! You are a fellow demon I see!” The blood demon heaved a sigh of relief, but he was still on his guard as he knew very well that the demonic faction was not a very welcoming place. It was full of sick and twisted individuals most of them corrupted on power or on the unorthodox ways of cultivation.

How could he not know of this after all he was one of these sick and vile demons that needed the blood of the others as a medium for his cultivation.

“What are branch are you from?” The Blood robed man asked cautiously trying to pry deeper into the identity of the man who had saved him.

“No no, I do not belong to any branch! I was trained by my master who had asked to come to the forest to do my part for the future of the Demonic Sects on this continent.” Rudra spewed a bunch of lies making up his identity and backstory along the way as he supported the Blood demon walking in the forest.

The blood demon suddenly spoke up cutting Rudra who was busy telling his made-up a backstory that he totally did not rip off from some character from the past world.

“Where are we going towards?” Blood Demon asked looking around to see his vision covered by trees in all directions.

“Umm, I don’t know I was hoping you could lead!” Rudra said trying to sound polite but his voice came out menacing making the blood demon flinch again.

“Why don’t you know the way back to your camp?” the blood demon asked after a moment while cursing Rudra inwardly for scaring him.

“Weren’t you listening Didn’t I already tell you that I am lost too!”

“Yeah Yeah I was listening, let’s walk some more till we hit some distinct mark that I can identify to lead us back!” the blood demon tried to divert the conversation from the fact that he was not paying any attention the elaborate back story that Rudra was busy telling him so as to try to convince him.

“Yes, Kane, What kind of Demonic practitioner are you?” the blood demon tired to make conversation along the way hoping to extract more information about the man he was reliant on currently for his survival.

“Hmmm, I can’t understand what you are asking!” Rudra asked back.

“Oh! Like the art you have earned Take me, for example, I have learned the way of the blood.”

“I practice Blood Arts!” the blood demon said puffed out his chest as his voice filled with pride declaring himself a blood arts practitioner.

“Ah! I am just a beginner in berserk art!” Rudra replied flatly.

“A berserker! They are a rare bunch.” The blood demon rubbed his chin with his fingers staring at Rudra from top to bottom as if sizing him up.

It was his first time seeing berserk, He had heard about them a long time ago. Raging maniac bunch that was treated differently even in demonic factions. The berserks were not known for their elegant arts or powerful spells instead it was their brutish nature and their crazy beast like rampages that had spread their name as the battle crazy maniacs.

The fate of the berserker to slowly lose their mind and turn into mindless beasts that went on a killing spree was the most common tale regarding them in the continent.

“Oh! you never told me your name.” Rudra who had established his new alias of Kane the berserker asked while stopping in the place.

“You can call me Ziwen” The blood demon replied unfocused at the conversation as his eyes wandered past the leaves on the tree searching for something.

“Found it!” Ziwen exclaimed turning his head to face Rudra.

“Kane Follow after me I think I have found a way back!” As if he had healed his wounds Ziwen was filled with energy as he walked towards a direction, Rudra nodded his head following after him.

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“Kyruu!….” a squeal escaped the mouth of a horned demonic rabbit that tried to charge at the bunch.

Rudra who was clenching onto the neck of the rabbit was about to throw it away when the rabbit was snatched from his hand.

“Don’t mind me Lets move on,” Ziwen said as he turned to the rabbit corpse in his hand into a dried husk.

Rudra nodded his head in understanding as he walked after the man who would kill some smaller beasts that they encountered to replenish his vital blood supplies.