What the hell is going on? Where is Vadim?! And why did I ever listen to you! We should have gotten stayed with the MAN WHO LIVES HERE!! Felix snarled at his ‘other’ self. The roar of the crowd, the cacaphony produced by thousands of people all jammed into one place, all in a hurry, and all eager to get home. After buying himself some food, strong arming himself through the screaming peoples, Felix found himself to be completely lost. When wandering around getting yelled at in all sorts of different tongues yielded no result, he somehow ended up on a rooftop, where he fell asleep.
The next day, he awoke to find masses of people streaming out of the city, their belongings in their hands. After asking what was going on, with “The queen said for us to leave” as the only response, he decided to try and find Vadim again. While walking along the streets, searching…
Felix stopped, and smelled. Then his ears caught the sound of something else. Screams. Shouts. Cries. Hurrying forward, he saw people dashing to and fro, screaming and running, trying to escape something. Moving forward, brushing past the hordes of panicking people, he abruptly found himself face to face with the source of the problem.
A horde of demonic dog-like creatures, their mouths covered in gore, were massacring everyone they could lay hands on. Before Felix had time to retreat, they butchered the trapped civilians in front of him, and turned to face the Valkorian.
It would never have occurred to Felix to punch such creatures, but in the absence of other weapons it was his only option.
The first thing leapt at him, a horrible spiderlike clicking emanating from it, and Felix punched it full on in the forehead. With a sickening crunch, the bone shattered, and the creature went hurtling backwards, slamming into a stone wall with a horrible snapping sound. His compatriots attempted to avenge him, and a very unique fight broke out.
Felix roared, and caught the first monster by one of its outstretched legs, ripped it off, bashed a second creature with it, kicked another one down the street, and began tearing through the creatures. Unfortunately, he only had so many limbs with which to fight, and fell, overborn by weight of numbers, the jaws snapping, trying to tear their enemy apart.
You need help?
YES YOU IDIOT, DOES THIS LOOK OR FEEL LIKE A BAD TIME TO ASK?
Fine, but you owe me.
NOW IS THE TIME DAMNIT, HURRY UP!
His eyes went completely black, and Felix roared, as he felt the being within him manifested itself, transforming him into a dark figure, with smoke billowing around it, casting the shadow of a dragon upon the ground, wings like wisps of smoke, with jaws of flame. Fire erupted all around him, and the monsters surrounding him were destroyed in a sudden burst of superheated flame. To an observer, Felix disappeared in a smoking flaming mass that looked draconic. Felix was not an observer, he was in the middle of the black beast that stumbled, smashing into a nearby towering building, and then slowly dissipated.
Well, that was better than last time, but if you ever want to fly you have to do it yourself.
What do you mean, FLY?! I don’t even understand what happens when you take over.
You take on certain…aspects. We can talk later. Move.
Felix looked up, and saw that the tower he was beneath was coming down, and decided that this was not the place he wanted to be. He started to run, the tower cracking ominously behind him, as he sped down the street. He made it just in time, as the great building crashed down, destroying the lesser houses that had cowered in its shadow not two minutes before.
Racing down the streets of Roklavia, he found himself at the docks, near where he had first arrived. Hmph, I wonder if my swords are still on that ship I came in. I doubt their still there, but still… Felix snuck along the port, looking for his arrival ship. It was then that fate smiled on him. He found the vessel, abandoned by her now dead crew. Searching the hold, he was delighted to find his weapons where they had fallen from his back, hidden underneath a pile of rugs and blankets, resting undisturbed in their sheaths. After placing them on his back, Felix exited the abandoned ship, and began making his way through the city, a dark figure flitting from house to house.
For the next week, Felix fought his way around the city, looking for survivors. He found none, only more monsters and dead Roklavians. He scavenged what food he could, and slept on top of buildings where the demons could not reach him. Using the two Kavehan forged swords that Numitor had given him, he was able to kill the creatures with speed and skill, despite the annoyance of the being residing within him, who raged that Felix was wasting a rare ability.
You DO know that you can do literally anything you want, right?
And what should I want? To kill and slaughter?
The voice was silent. Felix shook his head, and went back to his search. Finally, he gave up, and made his way to the northern side of the city, past the crumbling cathedral with its defamed holy places. He paused for a moment, considering entry, but left without going in. He wandered through the woods and mountains of Roklavia for awhile, until he came across a old path, leading farther north. With nothing better to do, he followed it, coming across a rough wooden cabin nestled away in the woods. Guess this must have been what Vadim was talking about. Hope he made it out. After checking all around, finding no trace of man or demon, but plenty of game, he settled in, using a bow he had scavenged to hunt the animals that lived in the area.
After more than a month had passed, while Valkoria went to war with itself and he rested, Felix determined to return to the city, to see if anything had changed. Moving swiftly along the path, he found the city abandoned and empty, but full of the monsters that had brought about its doom. Deducing that sooner or later someone would return to Roklavia, he settled into the highest part of the city that was habitable, the palace, living in one of the turrets, from where he could see all that went on.