Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

Who are these guys?

Why are they here?

Those were the two loudest questions ringing in Evian's head but he pushed that all aside as the two above him were trying their hardest to pin him down and tie him up.

"Hngh, Boss, he's struggling- He's struggling so much! Weren't he supposed ter be sick?" asked the intruder with a distorted accent.

"It's confusing to me too but you have him down to the ground so wrap it up already!" said the Leader of the bunch.

With his face pressed into the ground, Evian let out a stream of Eldritch energy to the point where it created a grey cloud around him and the intruders on top of him.

The two began to shiver.

It felt as though the cold hands of death were creeping up on them and for a few seconds, they became incapable of moving and just tried to survive the unnatural air.

Evian took his chance and pushed upward which caused the two to fall off his body. The club that had been around his neck and had been choking him was now free from its wielder's hand so Evian picked it up.

He was still on his knees and saw the two Intruders shivering against the cold of his Eldritch energy so he whacked both their skulls with the club in his hand.

*Konk*

*Konk*

Just like it had been with Adrian, connecting strikes shook the two out of the grip of Eldritch energy. Because it was still around them, they still shivered but now, they were able to move again.

The one who still had a club rolled off the ground to his feet and almost immediately after, he struck his club down towards Evian's head. Probably trying to knock him out.

Evian dodged and whacked him in the knees to cause him to buckle and then he followed up with a strike that broke the Intruder's club-wielding arm and caused the man to promptly drop his weapon.

*Wham!*

*Crack!*

"Arrr-mmmph"

The Intruder started to yell but quickly raised his uninjured arm and covered his mouth with his hand to stifle the sound before it got too loud.

Evian picked up the club the Intruder had dropped as his brows furrowed.

'They don't want to alert the guards. I wonder what they did to the ones that are supposed to be stationed at my door' Evian thought and then he remembered the *Thuds* that alerted him to the presence of trouble in the first place,

'That was probably them'

The First Intruder to lose his weapon crept up on Evian. Hoping to take advantage of the fact that his attention was not on him.

"Get back!"

With a wild swing, Evian slammed the club in his left hand into the Intruder's face and sent him flying into the wall.

*Dhum!*

Before the intruder could even slide to the ground, Evian followed up with a double-whammy of the two clubs in his hands.

*Wham*

*Wham*

Evian didn't stop striking until both clubs were bloody and the head of his victim became a cracked-open mess.

As the man's body fell, lifeless, Evian saw the Intruder's soul start to leave his body and with a grin, he opened his mouth and sucked. The soul flew into his mouth and he swallowed- Reveling in the sweet taste.

"Mmm," Evian mumbled as he turned around and licked his lips,

"Tastes like Chicken" he observed.

He was just being honest. That was exactly what the soul tasted like.

Shrouded by grey Eldritch energy with blood splatter over his face and robes and two bloody clubs in his hands, Evian painted a scary image. The words he mumbled and the look on his face didn't help.

'More- I want More!'

"He killed Tinny. He killed 'im." The Injured Intruder said in horrid whisper. His eyes were wide in horror and his legs shook so much that he sat his ass down on the ground.

He was not new to the sight of death but this was not a job he had expected to lose colleagues in.

It was meant to be a simple job!

'The lad was supposed ter be sick, for Heaven's sake!'

Evian raised the Clubs in his hand and pointed them at the two remaining intruders.

"Yes I did, and you're next"

With a wide grin, Evian dashed forward and brought the two clubs in his hands down on the head of the horrified Intruder but he instantly met resistance.

*Clang!*

The leader had a sword out and he used it to block the two clubs. Had the clubs not also been made of metal, the sword would surely have cut through them. It looked sharp and glinted with the might required to cut through the body of a fellow practitioner.

The leader pushed Evian back and then stood in front of his injured colleague who was still struggling to get back to his feet.

"Our orders were to capture you alive so I didn't want to act. I tend to cut people to shreds when I- act"

Silence...

And then, Evian burst into loud laughter.

Unlike his attackers, he didn't care if he alerted the patrolling Guards.

"'I tend to cut people to shreds when I act'. Is that supposed to scare me?!"

*Clang!*

Evian swung one of his Clubs and used it to parry the sword that was pointed at him and then he closed in on the Leader and smacked him aside by hitting his head with the second Club.

*Konk!*

"Ack"

In the few seconds it would take the man to regain his bearings, Evian finally got close to the injured Intruder seated on the ground and struck his head multiple times in the space of a second until it cracked open just like his dead fellow.

Again, Evian opened his mouth and swallowed the soul as it escaped. It tasted as good as the last but unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to truly savor the taste. He had to duck and roll away as a sword came slashing toward his neck.

*Swish*

'He's a bit faster than those two others so he must be a few steps ahead of them and me but he is still in the Third Order.'

Evian found the situation to be reminiscent of his spar with Adrian only he was not as crude as he was back then. This time he knew how to best utilize his abilities. He knew how to anticipate the strikes of his opponent.

And luckily for him, this man was not even as skilled as Adrian.

'He's just like I was. He's muddling through it with just his strength and speed. There's no technique at all. His moves are so predictable'

The Leader had abandoned all restraint. He had only one thing on his mind; Survival.

They had created a lot of ruckus already and Guard patrols had to be on their way by now so the Leader just wanted to get away from the Estate as fast as he could but to do that, he would need to incapacitate Evian first.

Now that his colleagues were dead, there was no one to divide Evian's attention and the Leader knew that the moment he turned away, he would get struck down.

Alas, even standing his ground to fight wasn't much help.

After a particularly tight dodge, Evian hit his clubs into the Leader's kneecap. It knocked the man off his feet and he fell to the ground, slamming his face into the ground.

His grip on his sword loosened and Evian dropped one of the clubs to wrench it out of his hand. He preferred the look of the sharper weapon.

The loss of his weapon alerted the Leader so he turned over, and tried to sit up but Evian stamped a leg on his chest and forced him back down. And then, on some urge, Evian swung the sword in his hand and cut off the Leader's leg at the knee.

"ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH- My LEG!!!"

If Guards had not been alerted already, they were now. 𝓫ℯ𝓭𝓃𝓸𝓋ℯ𝓁．𝓬𝓸𝓂

Evian grinned as the Leader wailed.

"Who ordered you to capture me?" he asked leaning closer and placing the blade of the sword by the Leader's neck.

"Arrrgghhh- You shameless bastard- ARGH"

"Heh, you sneak into my room to 'capture' me and you turn around and call me shameless? All that blood loss must be slowing down your brain"

"I called you shameless because you know damn well what you did. You're just playing dumb.

Oh, he's coming for you. You and that thieving Crew of yours!"

Evian's face became shrouded in confusion.

"Crew? What Crew?!"