Disclaimed.

Looksee! A Chapter! And you thought I died…

Warnings: none really for this chapter, except maybe some gore... sorry to disappoint.

Kelda:

It's them.

Two figures stride calmly through the wreckage that was the village gates. One is covered in heavy metal plate; a three horned helm adorning his head; sparks of raw ether crackling from his fingertips and flashing in his eyes. Beside him a more feminine figure's furs – she wears no trace of actual armour besides those animal skins – are matted with blood; a snarling wolfs head conceals her face, it's lower jaw unhinged and hanging loosely around her neck while it's eyes are simply gone allowing her own piercing orbs to shine through.

Hordes of excitable goblin like creatures swarm around them, gleefully pillaging and terrorizing. He shouts orders, casts bright blue lightning and swings a battleaxe larger than most men. She weaves between the frantically fighting and fleeing bodies, reveling in their pain and death, tasting their blood – no doubt rich with fear. All the while their creatures follow each command often needing no real prompting or actual order to fulfill their masters' wishes.

It has to be them.

His unarmoured arms, rippling with muscle, is the same rich tone as that of the boy in my fondest and most distant memories – a deep copper shade that seems a combination of clay and drying blood. His eyes are that same familiar blue, only now the bolts that springs from his hands dance from them, leaping forth to crackle across his steal cradled face. And though her flesh is hidden under blood and beast hide, the light that shines through her wolfen mask is unmistakable.

The monstrous pair from a lifetime ago

Of course it's them.

He conquers the minds of those foolish villagers brave enough to stand before them and sends lightning cascading through the legionaries' ranks until their flesh sears to the inside of their armour, yet he leaves the locals who flee unscathed, even going so far as to ignore any soldiers who lay down their weapons in acceptance of their fate.

His sister gives no such quarter.

She bounds after the fleeing masses and gleefully gives chase to the soldiers who break from the safety of their joined ranks. Her lack of any real armour or weapon doesn't slow her in the slightest as she shreds through shied-formations and she scarcely seems to notice when one of them manage to land a blow.

Borius shouts about something and next I know one of his guards has me by the arm and is dragging me after him. But my eyes don't leave her.

She breaks off from her brother and their little demons to dive through the window of a rather unremarkable house – the Snowdin household I think - moments pass before the front door all but explodes outwards and she drags the screaming residence out into the street. Misses Snowdin receives all the brutal force of a fiercely clawed hand rending her abdomen, the blow propels her several feet, and probably would have sent her even farther, if it wasn't for the stout stone wall that put a swift end to her journey. Her husband just stares dumbly at vivid trail of human innards that leads to the limp corpse of his wife – an insanely inappropriate grin tugs at my mouth as I remember one other snippet of, until now, useless information – and the mother of his unborn child.

He moves to go to her, or perhaps merely to escape from his attacker, he makes it a whole two steps before four fingers sprout from his throat. His own hands go to his neck and he grasps frantically at the offending digits.

I know it's not possible, given the distance, but I swear I can almost hear the flesh tear and the bone crumble as she closes her hand.

She lets his bloodied form fall – head only barely held on his shoulders by a mess of meat – and steps over it to continue her massacre. It's all I want from this world to stay and watch as she bloodies the street further, but Borius's guard pulls me after the pig of a mane, and building rob me of the magnificent view.

The armoured man tugging me by the arm somehow manages to misinterpret my disappointment for fear and his hold on me loosens slightly. He speaks in what he likely thinks is a reassuring tone and tells me that he and his men will protect me and the governor. He says that he'll keep us safe, I only just win the inner battle to hold back a laugh.

As if anyone could ever be safe from them.

Undertale anyone?