The Plasma Paradox |The Anak Series| [COMPLETED!]

The Hunt Knows Now

The monsters' wide eyes turned to a monster that stood behind them. The monster was shaking, and it reeked of fear.

The monster seemed to notice the change of attention and gulped. It took a hesitant step towards Apoth before it was reluctantly pushed to the ground in front of Apoth.

Apoth smiled, "Your aura is filled with fear to the brim," he stated. The monster slowly looked up into Apoth's bloody eyes.

Apoth's smile slid off his face and he became expressionless, "Now, why are you all so scared of me?"

The monster looked down at Apoth's Stygian iron boots, "Because you are Apoth, Death, and Destroyer of our kin."

Apoth smirked, "That's right," Apoth mocked, leaning forward, "and never forget it."

Apoth's eyes glowed red and the monsters' blood stopped moving. He leaned away just as the monster fell forward, exploding into gold dust.

He turned to the remaining few, "You few will never do," Apoth sheathed his scythes back onto his back.

He glared at the monsters, raising his fist. The monsters floated a few inches off the ground. He had complete control. "Return and you will suffer a fate worse than what I offer now."

Apoth clenched his fist, and the monsters fell down to the ground. Apoth's left arm glowed brown as he manipulated the Earth to create spikes below the monsters.

Apoth turned away, only the sound of squelches fillings his ears. He chuckled as he watched a monster barely alive attempt to crawl away.

He vapor traveled over to it and bent down to its level. The injured monster stopped crawling, giving up hope.

"One question Death, what is to come? The monster asked. Apoth smirked as he grabbed a throwing knife off his cloak, "War."

He stabbed the monster's neck, curling his lip with satisfaction as it faded into dust.

Apoth slowly got back up, examining the destruction he created.

He slowly looked up into a tree, his red eyes meeting silver ones.

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The Hunt stalked the monster camp that they had been following for the past week, but eventually, they grew tired.

It started with the younger ones, but soon the Hunt let themselves be careless.

Only the persistence of Artemis kept the hunt on their feet. Their Mistress seemed to always be invigorated and would always be watching.

Currently, Artemis sat at the tallest branch of the tree closest to the monster base.

Her auburn hair was perfectly clean and gleamed when the monsters' fire sparked.

Her pale skin was smooth and glowing with beauty. In all reality, she was perfect even when working, perks of being a goddess.

Artemis' silver eyes darted to every inch of the monster ground. She sighed; at this point, even she felt weary. It was hard to imagine how the rest of the Hunt felt.

Artemis closed her eyes and leaned back against the tree trunk. She extended her senses, trying to find if any other monster camps were near.

Her eyes snapped open, she felt something, about a mile away, and it felt weak. Not weak like almost dead, just, mortal weak.

This perked her interests, 'what was a mortal doing out this far in the forests?'

Artemis started to relax against the trunk but then she noticed that the mortal was approaching. Approaching fast.