Bound By The Blood Moon

The twins whizzed across the battlefield, supporting the Triform as they went past. A careful stab here, a deep slit there, and the occasional sliced body in two. 

Their blades moved smoothly and in sync, as they cut through demon bodies on the battlefield and raced to their opponent. The air placed no resistance on them or their blades, allowing them to reach high speeds easily.

They could see him even amongst the many heads and bodies that were bundled together. He stood there, after sneaking between their forces, reaping lives like he was harvesting wheat with a sickle. 

It really did look that way, as his blades were a smaller version of a sickle with just a bit more of the inward curve. It was in the same position as a normal sickle when used, but he held it in a reverse grip, allowing him to slice necks easily from behind.

"Kehinde, I do hope we survive this. We would then have the chance to give our son a life he truly deserves."

"Yes. I know what happened that day is forbidden, but he shouldn't carry that burden and live separate from the burdens and pains that we carry."

Taiwo smiled at Kehinde with his eyes half-closed. Losing their parents at such a young age, even with the care of the King family, they had grown love for each other that crossed the boundary of siblings. 

Under the influence of alcohol and intense lust, they had made love; an act they regretted and never indulged again. In later years, they had shared kisses in private and held each other too close for comfort, making sure never to cross the line. 

Deciding to channel their love for each other elsewhere, they planned to have a child through a surrogate mother. Saving a human woman from being raped on a night they were out for dinner, they took her in and tabled their proposal before her. 

Taking her time to decide, she ended up falling in love with the twins and their relationship surpassed that of surrogacy both in mind and body. The son had been the outcome but they had to keep their secret well hidden from the vampire tribe.

Gildmane had moved from his spot again, searching for more heads to disconnect from bodies. 

He was the most calculative among the four demon generals. With his mind that only wished to use the safest route possible, he had learned shadow arts to complement his weird blade skills. He was the only one amongst the generals who, instead of honing their skills in wars back in Hell, spent years training alone.

This didn't mean that he was weak in any way. He had fought many demon lords and always came out on top. Although his strength could not compare to Sledgehorn's, his speed and agility reigned supreme.

Gildmane had no idea that his killing spree was just about to end. 

Appearing amid a group of werewolves, he readied his sickle-like blades in his hands as he moved them towards the neck of the tallest werewolf. Shifting his head to search for the next target, he began to pull his blade along the neck of his victim. The only difference was that this time there was resistance to his formerly seamless movement.

"Huh?"

Staring back in shock, he saw Kehinde with her dagger positioned between his blade and the werewolf's neck, halting any further movement. Gildmane knew he couldn't force this move any longer so he temporarily abandoned the blade in his left hand. 

Turning around to ready himself to fight Kehinde, he didn't notice when Taiwo stepped in front of him, blocking his path forward.

"So who are you two?"

The twins didn't exchange any words with him and instead, Taiwo charged straight ahead with his swords raised. It was a flurry of slashes, with Gildmane finding it really hard to defend with just one blade. Taiwo bore down on him like a hawk clashing with a cobra.

Taiwo kept aiming for his blind spots but Gildmane proved to be an exceptional warrior as he fended off every single strike.

Gildmane made sure to cast the occasional glance towards Kehinde, taking note of her position. Since she stopped his slash at that vampire's neck, she had stood unmoved with only her quickly darting eyes distinguishing her from a stone statue. 

Gildmane knew not to take her lightly, as even with her small frame, she held massive power. Not just anyone could stop his blade like that, and more so without large effort.

He had only observed her for a moment but Taiwo didn't let the opportunity go to waste, pressing him even more. Grunting while grinding his teeth against each other, his eyes searched the field for his second blade. Kehinde had flicked it away the moment he had let go of it. 

Taking a step back to dodge a wide slash aimed at his stomach, he looked behind Taiwo to see his weapon stuck in the ground about fifty meters away. He looked back at Taiwo before crouching slightly and raising his blade to chin level. He snickered, formulating a dirty plan in his head.

Taiwo took no extra caution of his movement and charged at him again. With his body slightly angled down, he held his hands at his sides with his short swords ready to slash out. 

Just before he reached Gildmane, the demon took a step to the side and ran straight for Kehinde. Right now, Kehinde was at her most vulnerable.

Her act of stopping his earlier slash was just a show of power to deceive Gildmane. Although she was powerful, she was only able to stop that slash by borrowing power from the weapon in her hands. The runes had given her a temporary boost in strength, allowing her to do the near impossible. Gildmane had decided to take a gamble and charge at her.

Taiwo hesitated to respond, hoping his sister wouldn't disappoint. He readied himself to take control of the battle the moment Kehinde parried Gildmane's attack. Unfortunately, that would never happen.

Two steps away from her and watching her cross her daggers to fend off his attack, Gildmane kicked up dirt in her face as he turned to his left. It was then that Taiwo finally understood the reason for his actions albeit too late. 

Gildmane dashed straight for his discarded weapon, slid along the ground and picked it up in one swift move without missing a step. Remaining on his knees, he looked back at the twins with a smirk painted on his face.

With that, he stood up with both blades in his hands. Taking his hands back, he stabbed the ends of the hilt into his back. He released a low grunt but the smirk on his face only increased. 

With a ripping sound, he pulled out the blades. As they slowly morphed into large-sized short swords, a red bone chain was shown connected to the hilt. It looked like a clip taken out of a horror movie.

"Now, it's time for the second round."