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Matthew Knight

A warrior without a nation; a one man army; a monster and bearer of the black blood. The black knight is [b]the[/b] dark champion.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Sonata

Description

So the legend was told...


A black knight is a warrior without a liege, an untamed monster and an unrivaled adversary relentlessly hungry for a challenge. The significance of the black armor meant that the knight represented no kingdom. In fact, black would be his color to don—black like his heart, blood, soul, and demeanor. A black knight is feared by many a warrior even those bravest to challenge him, and is often referred to as a devil. Black knight wasn't just a title, but an abominable race rare in existence.


His father had a superiority complex. He was a black knight always looking for a challenge to his might. He had killed many until he became the strongest warrior in the world and had fell in love with a woman. From there, he had a two-faced relationship where one moment he'd love her, and then the next, he'd abuse her because he feared she was only trying to weaken him with her affection and make him vulnerable. When she gave birth to Matthew, he feared that Matthew's birth meant the end of his reign as a black knight. That he would eventually die and Matthew would be his heir. But his father didn't wish to, and so kidnapped his wife and her baby into the mountains where he cast them into a gorge. Matthew's mother protected him in the fall and lost her life in result, and the father wasn't foolishly convinced that they were dead. He found Matthew still alive and was going to kill him, but instead thought that another black knight would give him a challenge to look forward to in the future, unknowingly, following along with his fate that he would die.

He left Matthew in the care of a family, and as he grew, he was very competitive (like his father) always fighting the other children until one day, he was badly injured by one of the boys who had had enough. He had saw his black blood for the first time, discovering his inhumanity. It awakened something else in him. He killed the boy with his bare hands, seeing that the boy's blood was red, and then fled to escape his murder, being still a lad he had not lost fear. Soldiers were sent to find him and apprehend him, and even as a child, he killed every last one of them. It fueled his father's superiority complex that became apart of his mentality. He excited a string of murders, killing anyone or anything who dare challenge him. Knights soon became his role model with the way they wore armor and rode horses bearing the flags of their nations and kings. That was when he sought out the perfect element that would make his armor, sword, and shield. He sought out abyssal armor from the depths of the mountains, powers with the sacrifice of his own body, and a vicious steed. Renown for its black magic, he sought and tamed a dark unicorn. A savage creature that ate other beast and cannibalised, drinking the blood of its prey. Matthew was set, and soon fear of his name spread throughout the land, reaching the ears of his father. The two eventually crossed paths, and the duel began. The battle being bloody and merciless as though neither of them were kin. Matthew killed his father, ending his life as he had so originally feared he would do and took on his title.

[This was the story in a nutshell. It's not meant to be an epic short story because I doubt you all would read it any way if I made it that way.]


BLACK KNIGHT STATISTICS

Name: Matthew Knight
Alias: Demon King, The Black Knight
Race: Ascended Human
Age: 26
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black; cut short.
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 210lbs.
Sexuality: Straight
Physique: Cut and toned
Complexion: Tan, cream-like.
Immunities: Toxins, Infection, Illusions/Mental Assaults/Mind Reading, Unnatural Manipulation, Infertility [not permanent] and Charm.
Weakness: Heavy damage, Blood loss, His Pride, and Fatigue.

Titles: Demonica - Dark Legion Commander
[The knight may receive several titles for his prowess, but his actions will mostly have nothing to do with the wishes of kingdoms, and thus kingdoms take risks when they try to employ the storm that is the black knight.]

Basic Personality: Matthew is self-conceited with a superiority complex. He is blinded by his own grandeur, believing that he can beat anyone and anything, and will always emerge victorious. This makes him come off as a fool, but it actually encourages him and makes him quite the foe. That side of his personality was inherited mostly from his father, and lying deep inside him are the qualities of his mother. Somewhere within the darkness of his being is a sympathetic man afraid to be the human being he should have been.


Psychological/Social Issues: Nightmares, paranoia, distrust, superiority complex, and sexist. Matthew's mentality is divided between that of his father and mother. His father being the epitome of self-grandeur and his mother being the gentle and caring matron.

Appearance: The black knight is very noticeable for his trademark black armor and the dark unicorn in which he rides. He resembles a tank when mounted upon his feral companion, carrying the presence of death and ill-intent wherever he goes. Without his helm, his black eyes are small, having seen death too many times and felt its blood upon his hands; and without his armor, his bare flesh is wrapped in chains of runes cut into his flesh by a dagger. The runes are the source of his power, having been branded deep onto his soul and bones, they lock his soul within his body so that it cannot be harvested or stolen by the devils in which he often slays. His hair he keeps short on his head and often grooms with a knife when it grows too long.

Personality

PESSIMUS - DARK UNICORN

Height: 19 hands
Length (from horn to tail): 7ft
Synopsis: Pessimus is the name of the beast. A dark unicorn capable of unimaginable magic that feeds on the bodies of others. He has become loyal to his master, once the knight had been able to best him. Capable of speaking, which is what the beast rarely does, he can also merge with his master, giving his lower body a centaur-like form. The dark unicorn is capable of flight and vehicle-like speeds. Just like it's master, Pessimus is just as difficult to take down possessing immense strength and veiled too in abyssal armor.

Magic
Flight - The dark unicorn is capable of manifesting wings upon its form to give it the ability to fly.
Horn - A unicorn's horn is the source of its power, and is also a deadly weapon. If the unicorn doesn't run its opponent through, it can use its horn to leech the very life essence from his or her body. [Duration: 5 - Result on sixth turn: Death]
-The horn is also responsible for trapping the opponent in an illusion for the purpose of lowering his or her guard so the beast can sneak up and eat its opponent. The illusions often are related to the opponent's own mind, his or her own experiences in life whether good or bad being brought forth in an artificial reality that they can only witness.
-The dark unicorn can use the magic of its horn to conjure a barrier to protectively encase it or someone else. The unicorn however must be standing over the person it plans to protect. [Duration: 3 turns. Ends on fourth.]
[The horn cannot be broken by a normal weapon nor by small, magic assaults. The unicorn's horn is very powerful and once it is severed, the dark unicorn will die. Severing its horn is the only way to kill it.]

NATURAL ABILITIES

[It is believed that the black blood that flows through a black knight's veins is what grants him such resilience.]

  • Enhanced Physical/Mental Prowess - These natural body functions make him immune to illusions or assaults upon the mind as well as enchantment. Besides the mental reinforcements, his speed, agility, flexibility, strength, regeneration and cellular repair, and toughness are superhuman.
  • Resilience - The odd ability that allows him to endure immense damage or take blows that would often stun or wind a normal human. This innate quality is what often gives him the label as undead.
  • Peculiar Adaptation - Once exposed to a harmful attack, Matthew's body develops a resistance that weakens the attack the more he's exposed to it. [Time Period until Matthew's body had developed an immunity/resistance: 6 turns.]
  • Telekinesis - He has the mental power to control and manipulate objects with his mind, such a way not visible to the naked eye. This ability is often used when Matthew summons his armor to his being when he isn't wearing it. He can move, redirect, and halt projectiles and small magical/energy-based attacks such as beams, orbs, or small elemental strikes.
  • Extrasensory perception (ESP) - Precognition - Like an animal's sixth sense, this ability alerts Matthew of presences either threatening or not and what direction it's coming from. Being a form of mind's eye, it is almost like Matthew has a second pair of eyes, allowing him to see what's around him without the need of his true eyes.
  • Domination - Mind Control - As long as his opponent remains within his sights for three turns, Matthew can establish control of the opponent's body through the domination of his or her mind.
  • Mind fuck - The ability for Matthew to overload another's mind causing pain, memory loss, lack of consciousness, vegetative state, or death after having created a psionic link. Death can come sooner with the Domination ability, but the duration of suffering this ability inflicts on Matthew's opponent is 5 turns depending on how long the opponent remains conscience. Either of the side-effects can result. The decision on what side-effect will happen, will be determined by a dice roll between 1-5: 1) Endless mental pain (until loss of consciousness), 2) Memory Loss, 3) Unconsciousness, 4) Vegetative State, and 5) Death.

WEAPONS & ARMOR

  • Abyssal Helm
  • Abyssal Armor
  • Abyssal Shield
    Length: 4ft
    Width: 2ft
    Description: The abyssal shield is in the shape of a vertical rectangle with sides that curve inward for the convenience of his blade.
    Equipped Location: Back
  • Abyssal Long Sword
    Length: 3ft
    Width: 3in
    Hilt: Hand guard
    Equipped Location: Behind shield on back
  • Abyssal Short Sword
    Length: 2.5ft
    Width: 2.5in
    Hilt: Hand guard
    Quantity: 2
    Equipped Location: Hips
  • Claws&Chains: They are chains with claws at the end for latching onto opponents, ledges, or objects. They are manipulated by Matthew's mind.
    Length: 10yds
    Claws: Sharp with curled claws for snagging flesh and never letting go. For one to rip them out recklessly will cause a chunk of flesh to come free. If not removed delicately, these claws can F you up.
    Quantity: 4
    Equipped Location: Behind shield coiled in the center of his back.
    [The abyssal gear is similar to that of demon armor. It is weak against holy weapons [not light] yet indestructible against any other weapon that isn't enchanted with a holy property. It is weak in the day, absorbing strikes from normal weapons, but strongest at night. When against black magic, the armor drains it from its enemy, drinking it and reinforcing its durableness and the strength of its wearer.This typist doesn't acknowledge the existence of angel/demons or those who try to mix such races. Any angel using dark magic will be regarded as a fallen angel no matter the case and will be treated like such. Don't like it? Then don't RP with or challenge this character, doing so brings this into effect.]

MAGIC & RUNES
  • Abyssal Flame - This is the hottest fire in existence. It can burn through anything and anyone, and is on par with holy flames. A fire immunity won't protect one from this fire unless it is specifically an abyssal flame immunity or an immunity to all types of flames. [Conjuration: 1 turn - cast on next]
  • Darkness - Manipulator of shadows. Not a shadow traveler, but he uses the shadows to trap his opponent in darkness so they cannot see a thing. He can also cast an area into darkness to reinforce his armor. A character capable of seeing in the dark will still not be able to see in this attack. [Conjuration: 1 turn - cast on next; if successful, duration of darkness for opponent: 3 turns]
  • Beast Master - He is the master of dark creatures able to bend them to his will [thus, the Dark Unicorn]. Black dragons, wyrms, imps, lesser demons, and other dark creatures also go into this category.
  • Hex Ring: Illusions - He can warp the battlefield with his illusions or set before the opponent, something which does not exist. [Conjuration: 3 turns - cast on fourth turn. The ring glows green when in conjuration.]
    Equipped Location: Ring finger - right hand.
  • Ring of the Reaper: Soul Stealer - The ring supposedly is the ring of the true Angel of Death. The ring is capable of stripping a being of their soul, exposing it to the dangers of the spirit plane. [Conjuration: 3 turns - cast on fourth turn. The ring glows white when in conjuration.]
    Equipped Location: Ring Finger - left hand.
  • Dispel Necklace: This necklace wards against nullifying magic. Magic which tries to nullify all magic within the battlefield. [Works automatically whenever such magic is cast. The necklace only protects Matthew from having his magic nullified, but not others on the battlefield].
  • Bloody Dagger: This hidden dagger is not exactly bloody. What it specializes in is making the opponent bleed profusely from any wound it inflicts on that being. Dramatic blood loss is imminent.
  • Wards: The scars on his body. Purpose can be read in immunities. A special purpose these wards do is grant Matthew a light as a feather ability. To move about in his armor and wield his weapons as though they were made of paper and cardboard. There is a rune branded on his penis, which makes him infertile. He does not wish to pass on the same mistake as his father.
  • Possession - This ability consumes all of Matthew's magic and energy to summon a creature from the underworld to possess his body as a last resort. The creature summoned into being can contort and transform his very being, often times making him appear as a grotesque monster. [Conjuration: 3 turns - execution on fourth turn. Duration: 5 turns.]
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Typist's Notes: This character if ever challenged "in character" is made for TB and TB only (also known as T1). I do not acknowledge god-moders, so any such moves will be voided, and the character who felt they had to god-mode against me in order to win will automatically make the attempted move [depending entirely on the context of the fight] valid. A god-moder in my understanding is often found when they have an ability that lacks a limitation, which means their character can use it without getting tired or an infinite amount of times without consequence. Another case of a god-moder is when the player writes that his or her character is equipped with something that isn't stated in his or her profile or has an ability that isn't stated in his or her profile. Bullshitted moves will be ignored. Also, players who challenge this character must know how to TB (T1). Any player who challenges the black knight and shows inability will not be shown mercy. The player's inability will be taken advantage of and he or she will die.

I use the black knight as a race, and so he should not be regarded as a human. I use him almost similarly to that of a death knight, but he is not dead, he is just played with dark themes. The black knight has a very self-conceited attitude in character, his attitude does not reflect the personality of his typist. The black knight of legend was a champion, and so he is portrayed as such. I do not own the pictures I use in this profile. I felt they gave an idea of what I envisioned of the black knight and that is all. I also expect a bunch of you noobs to steal these pictures and romp around with them like the uncreative twits you are.

The White Knight, which is Matthew's adversary, is role played by me, so if you ever thought you were being creative to think of that character for him, well, you're a bit behind. I ask that you not steal this character or any other character that I invent for they are based off short stories; novels, series; et al that will be copywritten. In order to spare yourself from infringement, just don't do it. Thank you.

So begins...

Matthew Knight's Story

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 “ Its hooves beat upon the asphalt, sparking chips of pavement into the air as the long hairs about its ankles swept at thin sheets of dust. Its thighs were black and strong, its pelt shining like polished shock as every massive muscle swelled with its every contraction. The equine's lips rolled back as it flaunted its orange, blood-stained teeth in a frightening glower of frustration. The bit between its teeth sparked with the friction its sharp molars dragged across it, a low reverberating growl of aggression humming from its throat. Its mouth marked him to be rather unusual, and even more so was the black, twisted horn protruding from the center of its skull. The dark unicorn's sanguine eyes glittered with the reflection of the bar light seeping from the windows, and its wide nostrils flared, taking into its olfactories the smell of blood and flesh. His rider kept a strong hand curled into his reigns, keeping the beast's head bowed as he inspected the building that was before him.-cont.- ”

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Heh, heh, heh, heh, hm...
The words that echoed from a helm of black were eldritch in nature. A skeletal smile was frozen on the head guard's face. Emerald flames streamed from the hollows of its eyes as small, pearl-like spheres gazed on through the very fortifications of the structure.
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I must be mad
he thought to himself. It wasn't his style of place to seek visit. No, he preferred the abode of warriors and champions much like himself: castles, fortresses, and cities. A simple bar would have only drunks and wenches for all he knew. The black knight rested sickle-like fingers upon the horn of his saddle as he rocked his weight forward and swung his right leg behind him as his left remained upon the rung. The warrior dismounted with a short drop upon the street, the claws of his gauntlet running gently along the flank of his steed as he brought his digits to curl about its bridle.-cont.- ”

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 “ Carefully, he removed it, freeing the dark horses jaws as saliva dripped from the corner of its trembling mouth. "Go feast elsewhere. If I feel my time has been wasted, then I may reconsider," he spoke. The unicorn walked backwards, an eerie smile curling on its thick lips before it whirled around and trotted off. Tossing the bridle over against the bar wall, the black knight turned his burning eyes to the door as he then decided to enter. The bar light didn't light the blackness of his armor as his weighted steps brought him away from the door. His exterior was hellish, with its protruding and bladed edges. It often got him addressed as a devil. "Where is the maiden that shall serve me this day? Bring me food and drink for I am starved," he ordered outwardly.-end- ”

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 “ There was a condescending smile in his voice as he insensitively chuckled, "Off? Not anymore you're not. Bring me a mug of ale and whatever food you can make. It best be good or I'll burn this place to the ground and leave you and your little spot [her child] without a job." ”

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 “ The black knight's head turned in the direction of the man who addressed him. As white eyes regarded him long and cold through the green inferno that flickered like ghostly wisps from the hollows of his helm. Even after the Spanish woman had wandered off to the kitchen, his eyes were still upon this man like a predator. "She is a woman. Thus her job is to serve me. You...serve me?" He chuckled. "I have yet to burn your home, rape your women, and leave you with nothing for you to even consider the option of serving me. I find your boldness to speak out against the one that can have your hanging by your entrails and whose beast could lick your blood until sunset, to be very intriguing. Do you wish to fight me?" Behind his helm, the knight's lips stretched long and thin, dripping with malice. Bloodshed was always what he lived on. -end-(unrevised) ”

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 “ There was an amused grin on the black knight's obscured face. His eyes had followed the pansy man over to his piano, his eyes stalking him as they had done before. When Lolita set his food down upon the table and asked if he needed anything else, the black knight replied simply, dismissing the meal she put before him, "Clean this place up." The black knight strode toward the stage where the man played his piano. Four claws launched from behind his back to snag the thick, heavy rafter beams over the stage. The beams began to crack audibly before they were brought down with a rain of plaster, smoke, and debris, the weighted beams surely to crush the man if he remained under them. The black knight's right hand rose, burning in the same flames that dispersed from the sockets of his helm. A preparation for his next move. -end- (unrevised w/o effort) ”

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 “ The black knight regarded the meal the woman had prepared for him with uncertainty. It was meat or potatoes, a usual dinner most women prepared because they lacked the skill to make anything better. It was just...he didn't know where to even begin. Grasping the plate by the side, the warrior brought it up to his face, sniffing it gently. It smelled good. -cont.- ”

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Matthew Knight The ceiling light shone in a gentle hue off the dark armor, donning the man that descended the staircase. His weighted steps caused the steps to creak as he leisurely made his cascade into the bar, chains clattering against his obsidian exterior and swords thumping rhythmically at his back and hips. On the night before, this man would have seemed unrecognizable. Without the helm of the Demon King, he didn’t appear like the devil from Hell or a monster sharing demonic likeness. Instead, his tanned complexion, thin-trimmed sideburns, and short, bladed hair marked him as a handsome man—though his tongue did naught to defend him.

His attention rose from the floor to linger on the patrons, sweeping each form with a single glance before they sought out a maidservant, bartendress, waitress—only a woman could serve him. Women were born to serve man, and more importantly, champions such as he.

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Matthew Knight She had come from the kitchen and could see the man out of the corner of her eye, standing there as though awaiting some sort of help or service. A soft smile curled at her lips as she dreamt of the pleasures of serving this man and satisfying his needs. It would be another happy customer! It was when the black knight noticed her advance from the corners of his eyes that she froze. Her very soul halted within her, making her abrupt cease in motion a staggering sway from foot to foot. The tray was clutched tightly to her chest as her face paled, her brown eyes staring into two dark spheres that had done nothing but made her feel low, unworthy, and small—something disgusting and wretched. It had frightened her to even consider approaching this man any further for fear he would take her head with his words or…gods…lay a hand on her? Like a frightened deer, she remained standing where she was petrified by his gaze; and she didn’t even think of how pointless it was.

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Matthew Knight She didn’t even think that he would want her to do something soon rather than just stare; but she was afraid to look away or even consider finding someone else to serve. It was an all too frightening and unlucky trap.

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Black hooves knocked along the asphalt of the parking lot as reflected from the gloss of the vehicles, ships, motorbikes, and variant forms of transportation was a beast as dark as night. Its thick lips flapped about the iron bit in its mouth as white froth dripped hotly from its jagged teeth. Each tooth was triangular in shape and stained yellow with the plasma of its past victims. The creature’s eyes were sanguine, glass orbs. The black specks of its pupils—shrunk with craze—hungrily surveyed the parking lot for a meal that would bring ease to its tight belly. The soft, long hairs of its tail flicked left and right and its pointed ears swiveled like satellites. A cold, needle-like caress ran across its neck, and the equine dipped its head in defiance. Upon rising, its black, twisted horn sliced through the side-view mirror of a Mustang, sending the part clattering and shattering across the turf.

A low chuckle uttered from behind it, from the throat of the shady rider upon its back. The rider’s armor was twisted and pronged like the chitin of a demonic creature. A dark mane draped his shoulders, and teeth forever clinched within a diabolical smile were below eyes that burned a sulfurous-white. [cont]

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Sss… the hiss escaped on the sound of steam as a white condensation slithered from behind the stone smile. The rider eased his armored head forward as the black unicorn came before the pub that read Gambit’s. The large, bull-like horns that protruded from the rider’s skull were lowered as though he were ready to charge. The atmosphere was foreign to him and though he would never admit it, it made him feel uncomfortable.

“Where are we?” the black knight questioned, and at first, it may have appeared to no one.

My magic says we are no longer where we once knew. We are somewhere very far. A place we have not trodden before. The eldritch voice reverberated from the beast beneath him—the black unicorn apparently not just a steed.

“Are we able to return from which we came?”

We are able. You chose only the best steed, My Lord, and I, the greatest champion.

The grin on the rider’s face twisted ever more with arrogance and flattery. It was true. [cont.]

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“Let us not depart in a hurry. New places offer new challenges, and I am intrigued,” the black knight informed. He grasped the horn of the unicorn’s saddle and swung his left leg around to meet his right. Standing with one foot balanced on the stirrup, he dropped upon the ground and gathered the leather reigns into his fist.

Excited now are we? the dark unicorn, Pessimus, giggled. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he gazed upon the knight. He could almost smell the bloodlust. He watched the knight tie his reigns to a protruding post before his humored grin dissolved. The unicorn scowled as he gazed upon the post, and then to his rider. What is this? How unfair. I, too, am curious of what new treats this world has to offer.

“Last I need is you running off, and leaving me behind in a dimension we don’t know how we entered,” the knight returned.

Pessimus snorted. We both know that this post cannot hold the likes of me.

“It will or I’ll kill you.”

Sounds reasonable! Enjoy yourself! [cont.]

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The bar door opened as standing within its doorway was something akin to a shadow; a specter. The black knight bowed his head despite the doorway being tall enough for his horns to pass beneath. It was a practiced habit for he had once tore the frame from an establishment and had been forced to murder the host who found the audacity to complain. He hadn’t enjoyed the unworthy slaughter. The deadly matter tucked into the sheaths at his hips was meant only for the best.

As the knight craned his head, the ceiling light danced over the buffed areas of his armor—polished like fine obsidian. The white exhaust continued to seep from behind his frozen teeth—jaws and face like that of a devil though hollow like terracotta. His eyes didn’t burn as brightly as they did in the absence of light, appearing like white, milky spheres surrounded by a sea of black sclera. The pub was quiet, which was unlike the pubs of his home world.

The pubs of his home world were loud, obnoxious, and violent—comparable to a Western saloon or pirate hub. For a moment, he thought he had stepped into a library or an aristocratic hang out. What the hell was this? His excitement was gradually set to extinguish, cooling to that of a candle flame. You’re expecting too much too soon, his conscience told him. That was it. He had just arrived. [cont.]

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The bar door opened as standing within its doorway was something akin to a shadow; a specter. The black knight bowed his head despite the doorway being tall enough for his horns to pass beneath. It was a practiced habit for he had once tore the frame from an establishment and had been forced to murder the host who found the audacity to complain. He hadn’t enjoyed the unworthy slaughter. The deadly matter tucked into the sheaths at his hips was meant only for the best.

As the knight craned his head, the ceiling light danced over the buffed areas of his armor—polished like fine obsidian. The white exhaust continued to seep from behind his frozen teeth—jaws and face like that of a devil though hollow like terracotta. His eyes didn’t burn as brightly as they did in the absence of light, appearing like white, milky spheres surrounded by a sea of black sclera. The pub was quiet, which was unlike the pubs of his home world.

The pubs of his home world were loud, obnoxious, and violent—comparable to a Western saloon or pirate hub. For a moment, he thought he had stepped into a library or an aristocratic hang out. What the hell was this? His excitement was gradually set to extinguish, cooling to that of a candle flame. You’re expecting too much too soon, his conscience told him. That was it. He had just arrived. [resuming...]

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Matthew moved from the bar entrance to a table far enough from the bar and from others he had no intention to converse with. The back was rather clean. Not many sat out of reach of immediate service, but not many were as territorial. White ribbons of a fog lingered on the air, drawing the trail the knight had traveled. Once he stood before the table, his hands rose to his face to remove his black helm. The helm uttered light cracks similar to the splitting of bone as the demonic jaws fell open and the glowing eyes faded into darkness. The head that emerged from the helm was human and moist with a sheet of perspiration. His hair was black and cut into short layers. Hot beads of salt rolled down the sides of his neck from thin-trimmed sideburns. It wasn’t the best haircut for he occasionally groomed with a sharp blade, but he wasn’t one to care for what and what wasn’t tasteful. The knight’s eyes were black with no distinction between the iris and the pupil. His skin was bronze and portrayed the warmth, the life that existed within him. The helm that resembled the head of a devil was placed upon the table—still grinning as though that might had been the last expression the creature wore before its decapitation. Resting a hand upon its horn, he slid it along the tabletop to a chair that he pulled out and settled into.

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Matthew moved from the bar entrance to a table far enough from the bar and from others he had no intention to converse with. The back was rather clean. Not many sat out of reach of immediate service, but not many were as territorial. White ribbons of a fog lingered on the air, drawing the trail the knight had traveled. Once he stood before the table, his hands rose to his face to remove his black helm. The helm uttered light cracks similar to the splitting of bone as the demonic jaws fell open and the glowing eyes faded into darkness. The head that emerged from the helm was human and moist with a sheet of perspiration. His hair was black and cut into short layers. Hot beads of salt rolled down the sides of his neck from thin-trimmed sideburns. It wasn’t the best haircut for he occasionally groomed with a sharp blade, but he wasn’t one to care for what and what wasn’t tasteful. The knight’s eyes were black with no distinction between the iris and the pupil. His skin was bronze and portrayed the warmth, the life that existed within him. The helm that resembled the head of a devil was placed upon the table—still grinning as though that might had been the last expression the creature wore before its decapitation. Resting a hand upon its horn, he slid it along the tabletop to a chair that he pulled out and settled into. [Resuming...]

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The door to the kitchen swung open as a young waitress strode from it. She pulled at her pony tail, raking her fingers through its layers to untangle the knotted ends before she went about searching her white apron for her notepad. Helen had just started her new part-time job working for Gambit’s. There wasn’t much training. The pub was already a battlefield, but lately, the day had been rather calm. Hopefully not the calm before the storm, Helen mused to herself as a weak smile manifested across her lips. She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or cautious.

As she stepped before the bar, she ran her nails along its surface, rapping them lightly until her palm went flat and brought her to a halt. Her brown-sugar eyes aimlessly rolled over the occupants, the first things she searched for were empty glasses. She had to be careful when making her survey. There were many bold men out there—some too bold to her liking. Why just the other day she was jerked into a fat man’s lap and his hot breath smothered her like a dog’s. Disgusting.

Helen happened to discover in her glance what appeared to be an eerie skull resting upon one of the far tables. Her brows furrowed slightly as she wandered what sort of creature carried around a skull like that, and unintentionally, her eyes did what she hadn’t intended. They flicked upwards to gaze upon the face of a man that sent chills tumbling down her spine. [cont.]

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Helen immediately averted her stare, then stared back, then averted it again. Damn it! she cursed internally. She had faced the counter and was staring at her reflection in the countertop. He probably expects me to serve him now. But I never do the scary ones! Helen felt her heart thumping wildly in her chest and perspiration building about her armpits. Maybe if I ignore him… For some reason that didn’t feel like the best idea. Helen was unsure as to why the man in the back frightened her. She had seen worse creatures: vampires, trolls, ogres, and things she didn’t think possible to nature. He was just a man—a big, dumb male. Yeah, that’s right. Helen used her index finger to motion a stray strand behind her ear. She then inhaled deeply and exhaled in the same manner. You got it girl. Someone else will tend to him. Nodding, Helen brushed her sweaty palms upon her apron and glanced to a young woman whose glass had been near empty. She looked harmless enough. Putting on her tip-winning smile—so she dubbed it—she wandered over to the young lady and asked, “Oh Ma’am, would you like a refill?” [cont.]

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“All righty!” Helen chimed. See? This wasn’t so bad. As she took up Morgan’s glass, she turned from the table and felt her chest squish against a wall that felt like iron. There was nothing but black before her eyes and as they traveled up the chest mail, she met the dark gaze of the stranger that had been across the room moments ago. When did he walk over? She hadn’t felt a breeze if he ran. Did he just sneak up on her? The startle had been so great that Helen’s anxiety kicked into gear, forcing a shrill scream from her throat. She had practically shrieked in the man’s face, her voice making his ears ring, and she saw his hand rising to slap her. Quickly, Helen clapped her hands over her mouth as her face flushed red in her embarrassment. She must have looked ridiculous.

The knight was glowering at her. His upper lip was slightly cocked in annoyance and disgust. “’You scream like that again, and I won’t hesitate to rip out your throat.”

Helen nodded in silence as she kept her hands locked about her mouth.

“You look me in the eyes and you serve this lowly wench instead?”

Lowering her hands, Helen replied sheepishly, “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I got sidetracked. I’ll get you whatever you like. You know, it’ll be on me. Yes, I’ll get you something nice. I am very sorry, Sir. Very sorry. It won’t happen again. Yes, stupid me. So dumb.” As Helen rambled in her panic, she backed away from the knight and Morgan’s table. She then noticed the glass was no longer in her hand and saw its fragments upon the floor. She hadn’t heard it shatter while she screamed her head off. Fortunately, the lady hadn’t desired a refill.