Void Spawn - A litrpg adventure fantasy

The apothecaries were busy that day. Dozens of soldiers poured in by the minute, flooding the beds and tents, piling up like used rags.

The ambush's damage was vast. Mathematicians estimate the wounded and dead to number in the hundreds, if not more. The pouring in of people in need of medical assistance simply proved their estimations.

However, amongst the pile of patients, two stood out like a sore thumb, assisted by dozens of their finest doctors.

When they first halted in Aphemis and Lilith's unconscious body, the entire camp came to a halt. There was surprise and uncertainty, but the most prevalent was the fear. Fear of what the enemy was capable of doing.

If Aphemis, a god amongst men, could be lowered to such a state, what of those mere mundane soldiers? Were they like ants being flicked off mouldy bread?

Without a hitch, their recovery efforts were focused on the two.

Aphemis's condition was fine. She was stable with minor wounds. She was simply exhausted. But Lilith was different.

Though they could not find out the damage done to her, they understood one thing.

She was in a coma. One that may last for a while, if not forever.

For the following days they cared for the two like they would a child, with intense care and patience. They ensured only those trusted by Aphemis before could visit until he came.

It was like a storm. Or at least it happened during one.

The rain was harsh that day. Doctor Hailey had recovered in her journal every day since Lilith's sleep. Today marked the 5th day.

"Still no signs," Hailey muttered to herself as she looked at the bedridden girl. She was beautiful, beyond anything she had seen herself. Like a fairy entombed in the body of a mortal. It was saddening to see her state, yet Hailey could still see a sad beauty around it.

Looking outside the tent, the intense rain had made dense fog that plagued their camp.

The recovery efforts after the ambush were slow and painful. Hundreds of their most trusted soldiers were injured, with maybe a hundred more buried in the mud.

The attack was a catastrophic failure. The enemy's weaponries were too dangerous for them to combat without the proper lead of a leader. The enemy were prepared; they knew they were coming, and so they laid their ambush well.

The enemy had dug tunnels under the mud. As impossible as it may seem, they did. It was how they survived the initial pounding of the cannons.

Aphemis had awoken. But her condition was no better than when she was asleep. When she was struck with the "black" rod, her body went into a stasis-like state to preserve her as best as it could. It meant freezing her meridians and veins to stop essence flow and thus hinder the poison.

It did not work. If it weren't for what Miss Lilith did, she would be long gone. That being said, her veins are just starting to return. In simple terms...

She was no stronger than a normal human.

Ever since waking up a day ago, she had remained within Lilith's chambers. Sitting beside her bed with her head drooped low. Hailey could feel her immense regret and sadness. She wanted to offer her security, but she knew she couldn't. She did not understand enough how demons worked.

A sigh escaped the woman's lips as she finished her food, standing up to return her plate when she felt a tremor on the ground.

Hailey's brows rose as she looked at the dense mist. "Cannons...?" she muttered.

Her suspicions were soon answered as she soon picked up the noise of the muffled alarms, causing a shiver to run down her spine as she held her chest, feeling her thumping heart.

Running through the rain, she steadily made her way towards the medical stations where Lady Aphemis and Lilith were. On the way, she saw the carnage that had unfolded.

Soldiers ran about, their incoherent screams purging the sound of thunder in the sky. Occasional flickers of lights pulsed in the heavy clouds above, further worsening Hailey's fear.

As she ran through the muddy hellscape, she witnessed masked assailants clash blades with their soldiers. Killing many of them with disregard for their own fallens.

Avoiding them at all costs, she soon arrived before the greyish-yellow tents, entering and closing it with one final look outside. As she turned, her breath hitched as she felt the cold edge of a knife on her neck, causing her to hug the wall behind her.

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Before her was a beautiful demoness with voluptuous curves that would shame many. It was Lady Aphemis. Though she remained as timeless as before, Hailey could see the dullness in her eyes and how much thinner she had become.

"You..." Aphemis muttered as she lowered the knife. "What is happening out there?"

Hailey took a deep breath as she spoke with a shaky tone. "I—I—there are enemies out there. Masked men wearing black cloaks—I—They're—"

Hailey's explanation was halted as another explosion shook the camp, her sharp scream echoing in the air as she ducked down.

Aphemis knelt as she grabbed the woman's shoulder, forcing her to look at her as she put her finger on her lips. Her other hand pointing at the shadow approaching the tent.

Hailey's heart dropped as her face paled as white as snow. But before she could utter another word, Aphemis grabbed her mouth, stifling her next squeal.

The two remained motionless, watching the figure grow larger and larger as Aphemis slowly dragged her further inside the tent. Hailey watched the woman pick up the fallen knife without fear. Right now, she was no stronger than a normal human, yet even still, her courage remained.

Looking behind her, Hailey saw the still-sleeping Lilith. Unbothered and without stain, unlike the two of them.

Gritting her teeth, she moved closer towards the girl, protecting her as they held their breaths, waiting for the figure to enter.

The man's figure grew darker by the second as he drew closer and closer, one step at a time. A weapon is visible on his hand.

Tension was high in the air as the man stood in front of the tent, holding his position for a few seconds as they watched him extend his hand towards the entrance.

Aphemis tightened her grip on her knife as she looked at the figure, her hands trembling. Hailey did not miss this.

Yet, the man's advance never came.

The two flinched as they felt a shockwave travel through the camp, followed by a bone-chilling cold sensation that rippled through the wet mud.

Hailey couldn't help but huddle closer to Lilith. Yet, confusion bathed her as she looked at Aphemis's head tilt, a glint present in her eyes.

At that moment, she couldn't help but wonder. What was happening?

Then it came. Multiple explosions that caused massive earthquakes to shake the entire camp and tent. Hailey couldn't help but brace and grab the wooden pillar beside her.

Rapid thunder-like explosions soon followed the earthquakes, hurting her ears as she put her head in-between her legs in a foetal-like position.

She watched as the figure on the door promptly turned back only for another black blur to snatch away his body like a beggar on a gold coin.

At that moment, Aphemis's smile had widened. Her trembling had ceased.

Hailey watched as another figure appeared before the tent, opening it and allowing the victorious cheer of men outside to penetrate through. The storm and mist long gone, the light behind him hid his face for a brief moment.

Hailey could only hear one word as she felt her head lighten watching two glowing red eyes peer through.

"Samael, you've come."

It was the Grim Hound.

***

Moments before Samael's arrival.

Samael's figure billowed through the intense rain and thunder, appearing as though a blur to normal men.

He had received word of what had happened. He was far, too far. He ditched all forms of other rides and decided to make his way through on foot.

As he drew closer, he soon saw the towering walls of the base. Yet, it was different. Smokes plagued its skies, darkening it further than it already is. He could hear the screams and sounds of explosions echoing.

It was under attack.

Samael's tamed rage exploded as his figure doubled in speed, causing multiple more shockwaves to rupture as he blitzed high in the skies.

He crashed down like thunder, causing a massive explosion to shake the entire camp as dirt, mud and dust stirred in the air, forming a smoke screen.

Rising to his feet, Samael's crimson eyes glowed over the darkness of the muddy smoke, his figure forming under the thinning veil, Void Raven on his hand.

Taking only a second to assess the situation, Samael's body vanished into a blur as the echoes saw nothing but flashing purple.

Each flash signified a fallen enemy, their head or body mutilated in two parts. They couldn't even scream or block, for Samael was simply way beyond their comprehension.

Samael's axe cleaved and bisected through the Omens, sending waves of Void matter that ripped through the enemy ranks. One by one he picked them off like harvesting berries.

The Omens tried to regain distance and regroup, but a purple shockwave sent them flying back, their flesh disintegrating as rapid sounds of breaking bones echoed.

Grabbing another Omen by the head, Samael slammed him down into the muddy earth, blowing and creating a crater before he charged like a bull again.

Creating a lasso, he dragged towards him an omen that he blew clean through, his body exploding into hundreds of smaller bits.

Marching his way forth, Samael expanded his Void Compass, his gaze sharply turning to a tent south.

Lowering his stance, he burst forth as he released a plethora of Void cleaves, causing havoc and killing dozens more in the process.

Soon, he saw another omen attempting to enter the tent. As he stared at the man, his vision turned black as he grabbed him by the neck, snagging him like a child and dragging his body through the ground until all that was left on his palm was but his skin.

Standing there at the centre of all the bodies, surrounded by a mist of crimson, Samael dropped the enemy's flesh while the allies roared in unison, filling the air with war cries.

Pushing through the cheering soldiers, Samael opened the door to the tent as he looked upon a woman on the ground—no, it was Aphemis.

Looking at the demoness, Samael's brows furrowed. Though her aura remained strong, her power was barely felt. He could probably kill her with a flick.

"You—"

Aphemis shook her head. "Don't."

Samael's lips closed back as he nodded at the woman. Slowly, he turned towards the girl sleeping in the centre of the tent beside a woman sitting next to her.

Approaching Lilith, Samael couldn't help but feel a sharp ache in his chest. Reaching out to her, the void matter on his hand slowly circled around her.

"What are you doing?" Aphemis asked.

"I don't know," Samael replied. Yet, Aphemis couldn't stop her because, though he said he was unsure, his tone still held a form of confidence she could not deny.

Samael leaned towards the girl as his forehead landed on her shoulder. "Everything will be okay..." He whispered to her as he turned towards Aphemis, his bloodlust leaking as everyone within the camp felt a shiver run down their spines.

"Who did this?"