Chapter 1

These aren't for Goblins.

"Is there a problem?" The man asked, sitting at a table with three adventurers that were clearly younger than him.

"N-no, is just..." The blonde priestess frowned scanning the black-haired man sitting at the table with them. "A-aren't you a bit old to still be a porcelain?"

"Youch, that kind of hurts when you say it like that." The man placed his hand on his chest closing one of his eyes. "Is it really okay for you to be questioning me? I mean I thought the more the merrier!" The man smiled.

"Don't worry about her, you know how priests are!" The Warrior laughed prompting the Fighter to groan.

"You shouldn't just dismiss people's concerns like that." She pouted.

"I agree, if I may be so kind to ask Spearman, what made you decide to take a job like this?" The Wizard couldn't help but ask such a simple question.

"Same as you four," Spearman's response wasn't particularly interesting, but there was no need for them to question him any more.

"Alright then, what are we waiting for?!" The warrior cheered, his confidence on full display.

With that the five adventurers set out on their first true adventure. Despite the fact, there was something off about the older spearman that chose to accompany them, something that the Fighter picked up on.

Not only that, but there was something strange about their journey to the location. Like someone or something had been following them the moment they left the guild hall. Luckily she wasn't the only one to pick up on it, it seemed both the Wizard and the Priestess noticed something was off as well.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking...what are all those extra spears for?" The Fighter opened her mouth noticing the slew of miniature spears wrapped around the spearman's waist.

They seemed like odd weapons, they weren't long enough to be used as proper weapons. Plus they didn't really go with the rest of his outfit, in fact the spearman clothing was rather strange.

Most warriors who used spears tended to have some sort of armor. Yet for some reason the spearman barely looked like he was even prepared for combat. Even the other porcelains knew something was wrong.

"These? Just something extra..."

"Extra, like back up spears?" Wizard asked causing the spearman to smile.

"Kind of, but these really aren't for goblins." He smiled before noticing the large cave in front of them. "I think this is the spot proper..."

"It's pretty intimidating, do you really think goblins are going to be in there?" The priestess asked causing the wizard to adjust her glasses.

"That is what was listed, it's far too late to be having second thoughts now."

"Yeah, let's hurry up and get this done!" The warrior cheered as he lit a torch heading straight into the cave.

"D-damn it, don't just rush in like that." The Fighter quickly followed him as the rest of the group entered the dark cavern.

The further they went in the more unsettling it became. The light behind them slowly started to vanish, with the only source of their illumination was the torches they had brought along.

"The nest must be nearby." The wizard swallowed harshly as she waved the torch in front of her. The moment she illuminated the area her stomach twisted with fear, there was no doubt about it. There were dozens upon dozens of goblins before them.

"W-what? There weren't supposed to be this many..." the priestess stuttered. The job description did say nest, but this was far too many to be classified for the kind of job they were hired for.

"M-maybe we should fall back," the wizard swallowed harshly. "T-they haven't noticed us yet..."

"Damn it, we didn't come all this way to turn back now!" The swordsman stomach twitched. There was only six in front of them, with some movement they could clear out the cave.

The Spearman went to speak, but by the time he opened his mouth the swordsman was already out int he open. "Bastard, but he's still merchandise." He sighed standing up.

The Spearman removed his weapon from his back. Instead of rushing to the fray like the swords men, he quickly swipe towards the Wizard. In that moment blood and gray matter sprayed onto her face.

She shivered as two goblins fell apart in front of her. She hadn't even noticed them creeping towards her. The Spearman's reaction however was rather strange, barely even commenting on the event.

"I'm hungry." He sighed completely uninterested in the events around him. He then looked towards the swordsmen who was violently swinging his weapon about without care.

"That idiot, doesn't he know we can't help him if he does something like that?" The Fighter grumbled wondering what her next course of action would be. At the rate everything was going they would be killed.

The spearman groaned, before doing something strange. He quickly ran towards the swordsmen, but the way his limbs moved was...animal like.

"H-hey, stop you'll be hit by hi-" By the time she finished speaking the Rookie swordsman had already struck the spearman.

Despite that fact the spearman just fought like it hadn't even happened. The only indication that the swordman had even hit him was his torn clothes.

"M-Miss fighter!" The Priestess shouted, the fighter quickly turned around to see three goblin's descending upon her. The monk gritted her teeth reeling her legs back, in a single sweep she decapitated all three of them.

"L-let me try and cast a spell," The Wizard stood up noticing how quickly the strange spearman was making work of the creatures that were threatening them.

Though something was strange about the whole scene, like the goblins were trying their best to avoid him, specifically targeting the other four adventures. Of course the Swordsmen paid little mind to the fact as he continued to swing his weapon about with little care for his allies.

"We're actually doing it!" The Swordsmen smiled as the Spearman impaled the last of the goblins on the tip of his weapon. He then tossed it off, taking a look at the large intestine that was still hanging off of his blade.

"Man, I really am hungry..." The Spearman wiped his blade looking further into the tunnel. He then looked back at the four rookie adventures before groaning. "I'll scout ahead alone."

"W-wait what?" The priestess stiffened, clutching her staff. "That's far to dangerous, plus it looks like you got hurt..."

The man simply shrugged. "That's why I'm scouting ahead, we are running low on supplies, and we probably didn't bring a lot of potions."

"Oy, you just want to take all the credit for yourself don't you!" The Rookie swordsmen glared as the Spearman.

The Spearman simply returned the gaze, not with anger, but with an empty stare. "Do...you want to go alone then?"

The swordman flinched gritting his teeth.

"It will only take a few minutes for me to check on everything, until then I don't want any of you to leave this room." The Spearman demanded walking further into the goblin's nest.

"Bastard...ordering us like that despite being the same rank," The Swordsman growled prompting the Fighter to roll her eyes.

"Idiot, you could have been killed swinging your sword like that! You better be happy he was willing to help you!" The fighter pressed her finger to the rookie swordsmen chest.

"Regardless, is it really okay for us to simply stand around like this?" The Wizard asked examining the goblin corpses. They had been thoroughly torn apart, which was impressive considering the Spearman used...well a spear. It wasn't even a particularly expensive one at that.

"Maybe one of us should head back and get some extra supplies?" The Fighter pointed out, ignoring the currently sulking swordsman.

The Priestess stiffened looking around. "M-Maybe I should be the one to head back, if it's just to get supplies then I can take care of it."

"Are you sure?" The Fighter asked.

"Y-yes, this is the kind of thing someone in my role should be doing. Plus if something does go wrong you three will be able to escape quicker without me."

"Having one less person to worry about if things go south can be helpful, but not having a healer makes me nervous." The Wizard pointed out as the Swordsman scoffed.

"No one got hurt before right? I'm sure we'll be fine without her for a bit."

"Will you be quiet." The Fighter groaned before turning her attention back to the Priestess. "Just be careful, if you see anything head straight back here..."

It was strange to tel someone to head back to a goblin nest of all things for safety. Though given the situation, the fighter really couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I-I will, please be careful too." With that the priestess turned around heading towards the light at the other end of the tunnel.

The other three on the other hand proceeded to wait, and wait, and wait. Not a single sound came from the tunnels, no screams no cries. Just an unsettling silence crawled along the floors and roof of the cavern.

After what felt like an eternity the swordsmen stood up grumbling. "That jerk probably got himself killed, we should probably just move ahead."

"Don't you think we would have heard something?" The Wizard snapped. "People tend to scream while they are dying..."

"Maybe, but this is taking too long. There is a chance that he may have gotten lost," The Fighter pointed out.

And so, the logical choice was for someone to go looking for him. Despite that, not one of them brought up that obvious fact, perhaps it was a mixture of fear of both the goblins and of the spearsman.

"I-I think I'll go..." The Fighter heart-skipped a beat as she stood. "The passageways are too narrow for you to use your sword, and I don't like the idea of letting a Wizard head out alone..."

The swordsmen held back a groan. Despite his clear displeasure with the situation he didn't try to stop her. In fact she had a point about his weapon not being suited for the narrow passage.

The Fighter lifted her torch as the Wizard set it ablaze. "I-I'll be back in a short while."

With that she went deeper into the cavern. Just as she expected the entire area was pitch black, not a single shred of light besides her torch illuminated the area. The fear she had been ignoring up to that point started to crawl into her chest wrapping itself around her stomach.

That feeling was only enhanced when she made it to the crossroad of the tunnel. Human skulls were placed on top of a pole, but that wasn't the only thing that disturbed her.

One area was clearly drenched in blood and goblin parts. Almost like some sort of ax trap had been set off and the goblins pushed through it like a blender. The fighter shivered looking at the creatures limbs and heads still leaking blood and brain matter.

"W-what happened here?" She stepped forward, the sheer volume of fluid that was everywhere made an unsettling splashing sound against her feet. She ignored it, pressing on.

There was no way a human could have done that much damage, especially not one with a spear. Her suspicious were confirmed when she came across a corpse of a massive goblin, it's body lying motionlessly on the cavern ground.

She didn't even need to check if it was dead. Mostly because it seemed like it's stomach had been eaten from the inside out, pieces of its intestine hung loosely from the side while stomach acid leaked onto the ground.

The Fighter's hand started to shake, her mind went completely blank examining the scene. Then she felt a shiver run down her spine, the feeling you get when you are heading down a dark lonely road, all by yourself. Your very soul telling you, not to turn around.

"I thought I said to wait for me..." There was no doubt about it, that was the spearman's voice.

The Fighter continued to remain frozen. "W-we were worried about you," The Fighter responded as she started to turn her head.

"Don't turn around...not yet." That was his only reply.

The Fighter stopped. She didn't know why, but she didn't turn around. She didn't move an inch, she could feel the spearman's breath, but she dared not turn her head.

"Alright you can!" The man laughed causing the Fighter to look at him.

He was drenched in blood, his hair, his clothes everything covered. Even his mouth and teeth were covered, almost like he took a bite out of some raw meat. The only thing that was still clean were the odd spears wrapped around his waist.

"Did you do all this?" She frowned.

"Eh? It goes without saying, you can relax...I killed all of them." The man took a deep breath. "I was pretty lucky, there was even a goblin that could use magic, but I managed to take him out too!"

"Y-yeah," The Fighter stomach churned. "D-do you need help double checking?" Everything in the Fighter's body was telling her to just leave, don't question anything and just nod.

"Not really, but you're welcome to..."The man stretched. "There are some captive women over there, you can untie them, but we should probably wait until backup to try and carry them out."

"C-Captive women?" The Fighter stuttered looking at the cavern the Spearman was pointing to.

"Yeah, Goblin's are a male species, so they need female monsters or humans to reproduce. Don't worry though, none of them are pregnant luckily." He smiled despite saying something so horrid.

"W-what about the other cave?"

"Don't worry about that one," the spearman replied. "I'll take care of it..."

The Fighter frowned deciding not to ask anymore questions. Instead she wandered over to the cavern in question, just like the spearman said there were woman hanging from their arms completely naked. The Fighter couldn't help but shiver as she yanked down the chains allowing the women to fall on the floor.

She examined each one carefully making sure they weren't suffering from serious injuries. After a few minutes she turned around to see the spearman standing at the entrance.

Somehow he had managed to get even more blood on his body. She was starting to think that he was just rolling around in it for fun. "We should probably get the others."

"W-wait we're not leaving these women here are we?" The Fighter stuttered.

"Of course not, we are just getting the others before we do anything else." The Spearman waved his fingers.

The Fighter hesitated looking at the women's expressions completely drained of the will to live. She didn't want to leave them there any longer than they had to, but even she knew it would have been silly to try and carry all of them back with just the two of them.

The duo hurried back to the entrance of the nest, luckily both the wizard and swordsman was still waiting for them.

"About time you sh-" The Swordsman stopped himself the moment he noticed the spearman covered in blood. "W-what happened to you?" Probably the first time he actually showed any concern for his teammate.

"Just tripped and fell in some blood!" He laughed while he looked around the area. "If I may ask, aren't we one person short?"

"The priestess decided to go back to the nearest town to get more supplies." The Wizard added prompting the spearman to nod.

"I see, then I guess we better hurry."

"How many are there left?" The Swordsmen lifted his blade causing The Fighter to groan.

"None, he killed the rest of them..."

"Seriously?" The Wizard's eyes widen.

"It's not a big deal," The Spearman sighed.

I bet it wasn't, you really were trying to steal all the credit!" The Swordsmen gritted his teeth. Without warning he walked up to the Spearman pressing his finger against his chest. "What was the point of us even coming if you were going to do all the work?!"

The Spearman remained silent for a few seconds before chuckling. "Hey, remember earlier when you asked what these spears were for?"

"What does that have to d-" The Swordsmen didn't even finish his statement as the side of his body was ran through with one of the smaller spears. The attack had enough force to pin him to the cavern.

The Swordsmen face distorted in main as he screamed. His shrill voice echoed though the caverns as the spearman shoved another spear into his body, this time his shoulder blade.

"W-what a-are you doing..." The Fighter froze, confused at the seemingly random act of violence asserted onto one of her teammates.

"The wounds aren't fatal, unlike the ones you would have given me if I was human..." The Spearman groaned examining his torn up clothing. "Shitty ass swordsman, we have to fix that once we get back to the city."

He then turned his attention to the Fighter and Wizard. "Alright, you two are next."

"What the hell are you doing!" She screamed causing the Spearman to roll his eyes.

"I guess you really are rookies, not being able to tell a demon from a human and all." The Spearman took a step forward as the Wizard's heart dropped to her stomach.

"D-demon?"

"Yeah, and to answer the question from earlier. These aren't for goblins, they are for humans."

Fighter chest started to heave, she looked over to the cavern entrance then back to the Wizard.

"Don't try to run..." That was his only response as he took out another one of his short thin spears.

"Get out of here!" The Fighter pressed her hand against the Wizard yanking her back. "I'll hold him off as long as I can!"

Without even thinking the Fighter lifted her foot aiming for the Spearman's head. Despite her attempt her attack was easily caught, the Spearman then gripped the The Fighter foot, bending the bones within them.

"Stop struggling so much, you're about to be apart of something much greater..." He smiled, and with a simple flicking his wrist he snapped The Fighter's leg.

The girl let out a scream as the Spearman causally flung her to the side. She looked down at her leg, only to realize that it was facing the wrong direction. Bile started to build up in her throat from the pain.

Though it seemed that her suffering wasn't over, she felt something else hit her other legs kneecap, shattering it in an instant.

"GAh!" She let out a scream, and unfortunately for her that wasn't the only thing she let out.

"Eh? Seriously, you pissed yourself?" He grabbed his head in shock. "Talk about annoying, the carriage owner is going to complain about that for sure." He sighed before turning his attention to the running Wizard.

Like a creature he closed the distance between him and his fleeing prey, knocking the glasses wearing woman into the cave wall. The Wizard collapsed on the ground, a few of her ribs broken.

"I am supposed to do something specific for wizards and priests." The Spearman frowned scratching his cheek. He then flipped the woman over so her eyes was facing him. He then mounted her, taking out two thin needles from his satchel.

"I'm going to have to take your sight for a little bit. Don't worry, once we get back to the city we'll heal you right up." He smiled gently removing the woman's glasses.

"W-wait, p-please st-"

He didn't even wait until the Wizard finish her statement as he shoved both of the needles into her eyes.

She let out the most horrible scream causing the Spearman to smile.

"Geez, when you scream like that you just make me want to mess you up more..." The man then pressed his knee against the woman's chest cutting off her breathing. After a few seconds the Wizard fell unconscious.

"All done, you can come in now!" the Spearman shouted towards the entrance of the cavern.

"About time!" A slender browned haired woman entered the nest. "Some more adventurers are coming so we need to clear this place out as soon as possible!"

"More huh? We'll I'm not capturing anyone else, I was only paid for a group of rookies." The Spearman ran his fingers through his hair as he sat on a nearby stone.

"Geez, you fucked them up huh?" The woman started to examine the three rookies. "Listen, even if what you did was non-fatal, they can still go into shock. They aren't like us demons..."

"The more you complain, the more time you waste." The man crossed his arms as the small girl casually picked up both the Fighter and Wizard before tossing the pair onto her shoulders.

"Did you really need to go and pin him to a wall?" The brown-haired woman slumped her shoulders as she broke off the spears. She then placed him on her shoulders with the other two. Even though she was shorter than the Fighter she was casually lifting three people like they were nothing.

"By the way, I found some women in the cavern, you should probably pick them up too." The Spearman pointed out prompting the brown-haired demon to groan.

"You can help too you know, the weight isn't a problem, but I only have so many hands."

"Fine," The Spearman stood up. "But I'm only doing this because you said someone was coming." He was prepared to go back into the cavern before the woman stopped him.

"By the way, did you see any newborn goblins? We were asked to capture any." The woman asked.

"Yeah, but I ate them," he waved his hands causing the woman to slump her shoulders.

"Damn it, talk to me before you do that shit!" The woman snapped picking up one of the goblin corpses that have been littered around. She then casually scalped the creature with her finger yanking out its brain.

She then took a bite out of it, letting the brain-matter be sliced up against her teeth. "Just because you didn't eat all day doesn't mean you get to do stuff like that, but I guess it's okay as long as we don't tell the higher ups."

"Will you hurry up while I get the rest of the humans inside?" The Spearman said.

"Fine fine, I guess that's why they call you the Hunter huh?" The woman giggled heading to the entrance of the cavern.

"Tsk," the man kicked a nearby rock. "I can't believe I lost a priestess. Considering how hard it is to turn them into demons I better keep that to myself."

With those words the Spearman walked deeper into the cavern preparing to finish his job.

Author note

I guess the description gave away the big twist of this chapter. Still, I really wanted to write a story featuring Fighter, Swordsmen and Wizard. But I didn't want to make it the same old story that was already here.

So I made it start off like something you'd see from the general OC character, before twisting it.

This story will contain elements of both psychological and social horror. Along with just being overall unpleasant, since not a lot of fics tackle that sort of thing.

I will probably drop 'The' from character titles from here on out.