The Genesis Of A Necromancer - Chapter 94

Chapter 94: her story (1)
The sky above was shrouded in pitch-black smoke, the once-pristine clouds obliterated by the relentless carnage unfolding below. Fiery tongues licked upward, consuming the remains of homes and marketplaces, turning them into smoldering ruins. A choking stench of burnt wood, flesh, and sulfur filled the air, making every breath a struggle.

In the chaos, the piercing wail of a young girl rang out, cutting through the crackle of the flames. Her voice trembled, hoarse from endless crying.

“Dad! Please!” she screamed, her small hands clutching a piece of her torn dress as if it could offer her solace.

Her red-rimmed eyes stared ahead, unable to look away. There, amidst the burning wreckage, stood her father, Liam. His breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale painting his lips with fresh blood. Yet, his grip on his blade did not falter, even as a hulking demon loomed before him. The creature was monstrous—a nightmare made flesh. Its skin was a deep obsidian, marred with glowing cracks that pulsed like molten veins. Three massive horns jutted from its head, and its fiery blue eyes flickered with cruel amusement.

A guttural snarl rumbled from the demon as it plunged its jagged claws into Liam’s chest. The steel-clad warrior gritted his teeth against the pain, refusing to give the beast the satisfaction of his screams.

“Where the hell did all these monsters come from? First angels, now this?” Liam spat, his voice strained but defiant. Blood dripped from his lips, pooling at his feet.

The demon’s lips curled back in what could only be described as a sinister smile, though no words left its throat. Its jagged claws twisted deeper into Liam’s torso, causing him to stagger. Yet, the fire in his eyes did not waver. He turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of his daughter through the haze of smoke.

‘Alisha…’ His mind raced, though his body was failing him. ‘I have to protect her, no matter what. Even if it costs me everything.’

Summoning every ounce of his strength, Liam flashed his daughter a smile—warm and reassuring, as if telling her without words that it would all be okay. Alisha, however, was inconsolable. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head, unable to understand how her father could smile in such a moment.

The demon tilted its head, studying the man before it with a faint curiosity. Liam’s blade trembled in his hands, slick with his own blood. But he wasn’t done. He couldn’t be.

“Damn you!” Liam roared, finding strength in his rage. With a sudden burst of power, he swung his sword in a wide arc, the blade slicing clean through the demon’s neck. For a heartbeat, silence reigned. The beast stood frozen, its clawed hand still embedded in Liam’s chest.

Then, with deliberate slowness, the demon reached up to its neck, its claws brushing against the fresh wound. Black ichor oozed from the gash, staining its monstrous fingers. It examined the dark liquid with mild surprise, as if amused by the sight of its own blood.

Liam’s heart sank as he watched the impossible unfold. The wound on the demon’s neck began to close, the flesh knitting together with an unnatural ease.

‘How? That was an aura-infused strike!’ Liam’s thoughts raced. Aura manipulation was a skill only the most experienced warriors possessed, capable of cutting through even the most formidable defenses. Yet, this creature shrugged it off as though it were nothing.

The demon’s blazing eyes locked onto Liam, and without hesitation, it plunged its other claw into his abdomen, lifting him effortlessly into the air. Blood poured from the deep wounds, painting the ground in crimson.

“You’re strong,” the demon finally spoke, its voice a guttural growl that sent shivers down Liam’s spine. “Your soul will taste delicious.”

Alisha, who had watched the scene unfold with bated breath, felt the fragile hope she’d clung to shatter completely. Her father’s desperate attack had failed. The monster was unstoppable.

But she couldn’t just stand there.

“Dad, no!” she screamed, her voice raw with desperation. Her small legs carried her forward, stumbling over debris as she reached the demon. With trembling fists, she struck at its legs, her tiny blows barely making an impact.

“Leave him alone! Please! He did nothing to you!” she cried, her voice breaking with each word.

The demon glanced down at her, irritation flickering in its glowing eyes. With a snarl, it raised a claw, ready to strike her down.

Clang!

A deafening sound echoed through the air as its claw met resistance. Startled, the demon turned its gaze to the source. There, standing on shaky legs, was Liam. His sword intercepted the beast’s attack, the blade trembling under the immense pressure.

“You will not touch her,” Liam growled, his voice low but unwavering. His arms shook violently, his strength all but gone. Yet, he stood his ground.

“Alisha, run!” he commanded, his voice firm despite the agony wracking his body.

“No! I won’t leave you!” she cried, clutching the hem of his blood-soaked tunic.

Liam’s lips curled into a bittersweet smile. “Alisha, please. You have to go. For me.”

Her heart ached at his words. She wanted to protest, to refuse, but the look in his eyes silenced her. It was a look of unyielding determination, of love so fierce it defied even death.

“Go,” he whispered.

Summoning the last remnants of his strength, Liam pushed the demon’s claw away and severed its arm with a powerful swing. The beast staggered back, its severed limb falling to the ground with a heavy thud.

Liam dropped to one knee, barely able to hold himself upright. Blood poured freely from his wounds, staining the earth beneath him.

“Alisha, now!” he shouted, his voice a mixture of desperation and authority.

Tears streaming down her face, Alisha turned and ran, her small frame disappearing into the smoke-filled chaos.

Liam watched her go, a sense of relief washing over him. He turned back to the demon, who now regarded him with something akin to amusement. Its severed arm twitched on the ground, but its expression was far from pained.

“You shouldn’t have lied to her,” the demon said, its voice low and mocking.

Liam’s eyes widened. ‘It can talk?!’

Before he could react, the demon moved with blinding speed. Its claw tore through the air, slicing clean through his neck.

Liam’s head hit the ground with a sickening thud, his lifeless eyes still staring in the direction his daughter had fled. Blood spurted from the stump of his neck, painting the ground in vivid red.

The demon crouched, licking its claws as it stared at the severed head. “Liars don’t go to heaven,” it said, its voice dripping with malice. “They go to my stomach.”

It smiled, its teeth gleaming in the firelight, as Alisha’s anguished scream echoed through the burning ruins.

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[A/N: James, could you please do me a favor by purchasing the privilege, any of the two. I would really appreciate. Thank you]