Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs



After a few minutes of walking, Seth and Seung had left the red tents and moved over to the edge of the camp, a random location that any tactician would ignore.

At this place, Seth was shown a big yellow tent, one which also drew no attention considering the similar tents which surrounded it.

"Commander Zuroc will see you now," Seung said, his hands stretching out and pointing towards the flap of the yellow tent.

With a nod, Seth took his eyes off the random lines which adorned the walls of the tent, pushed aside the flaps of the tent, and walked in.

The first thing to hit Seth's senses was the burning smell of what he pegged to be incensed.

It carried that distinctive smell of smoke, yet within that smell was less irritable and more of a radical smell, making itself known and overpowering the smell of the smoke.

His nose having acknowledged the strong smell, the next sense to pick up on information was Seth's eyes.

There were many things in the tent, and on a normal day Seth's eyes would have done a quick survey and then quickly moved to the two beauties sitting on each side of a makeshift throne, but this time, it instead went to the throne's occupant.

Seth wasn't looking at the bustard because he was interested in him or because he was scared of him, Seth was looking at the bastards because Aimy had failed to properly describe the most important factor about the man he was to kill.

With black hair which he sleeked back an angular jawbone, deep black eyes that looked like a dark pool, soft-looking pink lips, and fair smooth untainted skin.

Putting on black pants and boots with a dark red robe the man confidently sat down on his throne and stared at Seth with a hard gaze.

Just looking at the man before him, Seth felt personally motivated to end the existence before him, and he didn't bother hiding it.

"I feel like killing you" Seth plainly said.

A few seconds of silence passed before the man leaned into his throne and laughed, his voice not being too soft, yet still lacking the loud booming feature one would expect from a commander.

"You're not the first to say this, a few people have made up their minds on this situation know tome before." the man said.

"Hmm and what did you do with them," Seth asked

"Few joined my army while the rest end up dead, there was even this one guy who thought about it but kept mum, yet when he found me with his wife in bed, he couldn't help but make his grief known".

"And what did you do with him?"

"He got angry and attacked, so I had no other choice but to kill him," the man said.

"Shame that he was weak, were I the one, I would have beaten and skinned you before eventually killing you," Seth said.

A few seconds of silence passed as they both looked at each other, and then after a while both men burst into laughter, by this time they had both understood their identities as enemies and were just waiting for someone to light the match.

"That's good, at least you have dignity, "Zuroc said throwing Seth a grin.

"It's hard to keep it, but I manage," Seth said moving towards a corner of a tenet where a smilingly random and unimportant map was drawn on a board.

Just hanging out here in the open for him to see, were Seth not familiar with this map, his eyes would have simply passed over it.

"Just for confirmation, your Zuroc right?"

"Isn't that a dumb question, didn't Seung tell you who you were coming to meet?"

"Ahh he did, but how many people would believe the great tyrannical commander Zuroc would possess such delicate features," Seth said looking to his left at the man on the throne before turning back to the map.

"True can't fault you on that one" Zuroc amicably said with a nod.

Seth also nodded with the man, and then did a 90-degree turn, taking in the room before him.

The huge was divided into two sectors, evidenced by the yellow wall that stood just behind Zuroc's throne.

While Seth didn't know what lay in the room behind Zuroc, he did know what lay in the room he was currently in, and he couldn't help but flick his tongue at its relative lack of artistry or an item of prominence to display power Zuroc's power.

"Not a fan of decorations I see," Seth asked, looking at the bare yellow walls. 

"My presence is more than enough of a decoration" Zuroc boasted, his words having Seth's head scrunch up as he wondered whether he had finally met someone more arrogant than him.

"And what about your guards," Seth asked," wouldn't it be smart to keep a few with you, they do make quite a presence and could provide protection.

"I have no need for guards, anyone that tries attacking me would be crushed" Zuroc plainly said, his voice dripping with a tint of coldness.

"What if I attack you, are you sure you'll survive," Seth asked turning back to the map hanging to the side.

"ha, ha, ha, ha" Zuroc laughed," such an action will only end in your death"

"Do you want to kill me?" Zuroc asked, sitting up and staring at Seth with a smile.

"Yeah, you shouldn't know about this map" Seth answered.

"I have been trying to keep the map a secret, I didn't expect I still have spies among my top officers" Zuroc chuckled, wrongly deducing that one of his officers had told Seth about the map on the wall and so he was here to steal it.

"I'll first beat you and then after, I'll squeeze the information out of you" Zuroc further laughed.

"By the way, what is your name, I would need a word that can bring you back from the brink of insanity after every torture I make," Zuroc said.

"Ahhh confidence" Seth chuckled, "seeing as you have a lot of it, will you be so kind as to do me a favor?"

"If you were the normal enemy I would, but the fact that you are connected to a spy in my army, changes everything, I despise spies," Zuroc said, releasing his aura and standing up.

"Are you sure, I just really need some practice time with my new weapons," Seth asked but it seemed Zuroc was done playing around as he immediately kicked off the floor and moved in Seth's direction, but Seth was ready as he breathed out, red flames pouring out of his throat.