The Last Avenger and the World of Omni: Homecoming

[Kuzuru]

It didn’t take long for the demon to reach the encampments walls. As he ran four curved blades sprouted from his body, one on each hand and one on each foot. Conserving his momentum he leaped and clung to the walls using his blades. Like a hellish gecko Kuzuru scale the wall with blinding speed, launching himself over the ramparts as he reached the top. In one swift motion he lopped Davie’s head off clean at the neck. Mauritius yelped and fired a shot at the threat. A thunderous cacophony filled the air as Kuzuru deflected the shot. A flash of black steel flourished in front of Mauritius and blood erupted from his arms. He screamed as his limbs were carved to pieces. Kuzuru planted a boot in his chest and kicked him aside.

Like a colony of bees Deathchew’s minions worked themselves into a frenzy. Warcries tore through the encampment as the cannibals gathered their weapons and prepared themselves for the invader. Kuzuru stood at the edge of the walls and surveyed the chaos before him. Some of the more prepared misanthropes brandished makeshift machetes and other crude weapons. They jeered at him, sticking out their tongues and howling madly. Kuzuru smiled. A semi-circle of bandits had formed around the remains of the card table. Their necks craned up towards the ramparts, ready for the prime to make his next move.

“Come on,” Kuzuru shouted, “you all look like a bunch of amateurs.”

“We’re gonna eat you alive,” a woman with a plate bolted onto her skull shouted back.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I think you’ll find me a bit too tough,” Kuzuru answered.

The demon reared back his head and inhaled deeply. His chest shuddered and began to swell to inhuman proportions. After a few seconds, once his chest was nice and swollen, he exhaled forcefully. A shotgun-like blast of black iron spikes erupted from his mouth. These metallic quills tore through the air, slamming against the dense pack of bandits. Kuzuru leaped off the walls and landed in the center of the cannibals. There was no moment of rest or recovery afforded to them as the demon charged headlong into the thick of them. Violence of action was a doctrine that Kuzuru believed wholeheartedly in. Ribbons of blood and viscera flew into the air like macabre fireworks as the demon carved his way through swathes of poorly trained savages.

All told it took Kuzuru only an hour or so to slaughter the majority of Deathchew’s cannibals. Corpses littered the encampment and murals of blood were painted across its walls. Kuzuru stood at the center of this carnage, panting and thoroughly satisfied. Lacerations covered his body and blood dribbled from several buckshot wounds. His back ached, one of the bastards had gotten lucky and nailed him with a lead pipe. Now that the main chunk of fighting was over all that remained was cleanup. Kuzuru wandered through the vaguely defined streets, keeping his eyes out for anyone slippery enough to still be alive.

“Help,” a voice cried out, “please help us!”

Kuzuru raised an eyebrow and meandered towards the distraught voice. Rows of cages upon cages filled with starving people cried out to the approaching demon. He frowned and furrowed his eyebrows. Mental arithmetics counted at least several dozen prisoners. One of the prisoners, a young man, reached through the bars and pawed at Kuzuru’s blood-stained shirt.

“Help us please,” he pleaded with the demon, “they’re cannibals mister, they’ll eat us.”

Kuzuru frowned.

“Please, let us out,” he cried.

Kuzuru studied the wraith imprisoned before him. All of them were skin and bones with not an ounce of fast between them. How Deathchew cannibals thought they would make good meals was beyond him. The demon grabbed the man’s wrist and felt the fragile toothpicks he called bones.

“Please.”

Kuzuru pushed the grabbing hand away and shook his head, “nah, I’m good.”

“W-what?”

Kuzuru leaned in close and flicked a bar of the cage, he asked the man, “why would I release you?”

Confusion gripped the beleaguered man’s face and he stuttered, “but-but we’ll die.”

“So? You were taken here against your will were you not?” Kuzuru asked.

The man paused for a moment and said, “they killed my wife and they threatened to kill my boy if I didn’t come.”

Kuzuru chuckled and shrugged, “well, buddy, you probably should’ve fought harder, it isn’t my fault you let a bunch of mongoloids kill your lady.”

“No!” the man screamed and pulled at the bars of his cage, “I didn’t let them do anything! There was at least a dozen of the bastards! Let us out!”

Kuzuru stuck his face up close to the bars and whispered, “no, you could’ve died a warrior and at least given your wife’s death some meaning, instead you chose to be a coward and die as a prisoner. In other words, jackoff, your the kind of person that I loathe. I’d gut you and your yellow-bellied friends, but I think letting you starve to death would save me some effort.”

“You monster!” he screamed and rattled the cage, “don’t walk away! DON’T LEAVE US HERE.”

Kuzuru limp-wristed a goodbye wave and said, “ciao~”

There was nothing more sweet to the demon’s ears than the anguished cries of weaklings. He continued his hunt, glad that he had left the fortress that day.