I had almost no belongings. So I had nothing to take with me. I began packing my bag with a pillow and a bedroll. Along as some food and a mess kit. I had a lantern and some oil to light my way, but it is often bright in hell because we have no day-night cycle( I have no Idea what that is. The humans use it apparently.). I had nothing else to bring, but I could steal or buy some stuff if I wanted. A weapon will be nice, maybe some water.
I walked out of my tent to go to the market. I went to the blacksmiths. Wargo was the smith in our village. He took pride in refining our Hellsteel into more usable items, most commonly more pickaxes. I hoped he had some swords or something for sale.
"Hey! Give that back!"
Yelling, that was a common occurrence between starving people, I turned my head to see what was happening. A girl was on the ground wailing, she was the one who yelled, 2 larger boys were standing over her, one had a steel pipe and the other a piece of steak.
"If you want your food back you better give me something in return." The boy holding the steak said.
The girl continued crying.
I recognized her. Poor Azura. She was exceptionally beautiful, With long red hair and pink eyes, I can't name a single boy in our village who never had a crush on her. But I think the only boy she had a crush on was me. If I would believe anything Scraft says.
The bully with the pipe was Baelor and Aamon had the steak. The brothers had yellow hair and eyes, and always had a knack of bullying people.
Baelor stepped forward and hit Azura with his pipe, she just continued crying.
I looked around. Everyone was eager to stay out of their way. Most people put their children away or slowly backed off but no one stood up to help. Some town guards started to walk up but were stopped by Orchem's thugs.
I flared in anger. Of course, these boys got into the favor of Orchem, and now he was helping them with this. I was about to step in, until it hit me. I had no weapon, those two would take me out before I could react. As I went into Wargo's, something shambled closer to the scene, an old, dusty skeleton walked out of the crowd and approached the boys. He had a rusty blade on his back, and a bit of tattered armor. I could guess he was an F or E rank demon.
"Now now boys. Lets stop beating on the weak and defenseless shall we?"
The two boys looked confused. What was this old pile of bones going to do to them?
"Hey back of old man, or I'l bash your bones in with my pipe." Baelor said, raising his pipe and approaching the skeleton.
The skeleton stood still for a second and then made a remark to the boys.
"So now your threatening your elders eh?"
Baelor grunted and Aamon looked furious.
"SMASH HIS SKULL IN ALREADY!" He yelled at his brother, "WE HAVE THINGS TO DO!"
Aamon pulled out a knife from his pocket.
The skeleton continued to stay still. When Aamon slashed him with his knife, the skeleton dodged with surprising speeds. His sword entered Aamon's body before anyone could react, a swift motion later and Aamon's blood and guts were spraying out across the marketplace.