Preface: Yes, this is the second part of No Tomorrow. By the way, if someone is for the four horsemen of the apocalypse, he should have a look at the Crimson Rivers 2. However, my four riders are my own creations, they embody the end of the world, but otherwise have some differences to the biblical versions. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading it, especially Ferraristi, who really forced me to finally finish the second part. And that's what I did, poor writer. In one day…
Further:
@ AkaneVidel: Thanks for the flowers. Please honor me again with a comment
@ amy-lee: I think the pictures are great too, only I don't see them here ... but I'll keep doing it, no question
@ Ferraristi: Nice that I was finally able to read a comment from you again, but where was Tenshi? Is he / she / it ... on vacation? And it has nothing to do with DBZ and is therefore not what we were talking about * g *.What the old Duden says is dodal ägahl ^ ^ to me

Have so much fun reading, your Hinak

No Tomorrow
Chapter 2: The Arrival

The closer outlines only slowly became sharper when Kant opened his eyes again after his faint. But he saw enough to know what kind of situation he was in. Someone had tied him to a tree and piled enough dry wood under his feet to make Kant doubt the hospitality of a certain village once and for all. "Damn it, what the ...?" He asked himself, trying to break free. But the ropes were not only as thick as an arm, they were also skilfully knotted. His sword had also been taken from him, so that he quickly gave up his desperate attempt at liberation. "Mr. Mercenary?" Asked a low voice right behind him. A boy's voice, the mercenary realized and tried to turn his head so that he could see him - in vain."You're the mercenary, aren't you?" Asked the boy and Kant heard his footsteps as the boy slowly walked around the man who was bound. "Who wants to know?" Kant wanted to know when the boy finally stood in front of him and gave him the opportunity to examine him in the pale moonlight. The boy had dark blond hair and strange blue - gray eyes, he looked somehow familiar to Kant. “They say you defeated Herman the gendarme with one blow?” Kant grinned and nodded. The boy looked at him in admiration. “Great and I thought Herman was the best swordsman in the world.” He gave Kant an appreciative look. "You really have to be the strongest swordsman of all time.", He said with an awesome voice. Kant laughed his darkest laugh. "That didn't save me from ending up at the stake," he said and waited eagerly for the boy's reaction. The boy didn't seem to understand his answer, because he just smiled uncertainly."Look out, boy. I don't know what you're hoping for from talking to me, but you'd better get out of here." But the boy didn't go, he looked around once, only to see Kant suddenly with a deadly serious look Face to look. “Can you help me?” “What?” Kant thought he hadn't heard correctly. “I have gold,” the boy chattered, “It's not much, but I'll pay you back the rest of the gold, I promise.” Kant was about to raise his hands soothingly when he remembered that he was tied up, so he fell harshly interrupted the boy. "I don't think I can help you much, after all, your roommates in this beautiful village seem to want to burn me." "But you have to help us, if he doesn't go away, something bad will happen," said the boy and in his own Eyes pooled tears. "What's going to happen? Who should go?" Kant asked quickly to keep the boy from crying."Father Dominic. He's a bad person. My sister calls him a pig priest.", Answered the boy and pulled his nose up.
"TOM!" Said a sharp voice at that moment and the boy winced violently. A young woman appeared, Kant recognized her within seconds, it was she, the young woman he had met in the village. What was her name again? "Hello Jana.", Tom said meekly and pawed the sand with the tip of his foot. Jana grabbed his arm and carefully avoided looking at Kant's face. "Come on Tom. Before father notices that you are not in the house," she whispered in the boy's ear and wanted to drag him away from Kant. But Tom resisted, he pointed to the mercenary and said: “But he can help us, Janina.” Then another person appeared out of the darkness, a tall man, he was wearing a long, black robe and a hat of the same color . The priest of the village. Kant shuddered when he saw what the clergyman was holding in his hands, Kant's sword.Jana went white as a sheet when she recognized him. "Father Dominic," she said flatly. Father Dominic smiled gently and took off his hat. Amazingly, he had gray hair, although he couldn't be older than Kant. "Janina, what a pleasure to meet you here," said the priest and the sound of his voice made Kant feel strangely secure, he felt great confidence in this man he didn't even know. Jana didn't seem to share his feelings, she took a few steps back. “Did your little brother run away again?” Dominikus gave Tom a friendly look, but the boy quickly took a few steps between him and the clergyman. Janina managed to manage a hesitant nod. The representative of the church walked past her with light steps and got down on one knee directly in front of Tom. "Take good care of your little brother, Janina. Otherwise it could happen that he gets caught up in things that are not too good for 10-year-old boys."He grinned ominously at Tom and got up." And you must be the mercenary Kant, I've already been told about you. "The sword hissed through the night and pointed to his chest." Can you handle the sword, Kant? "More than you can think of, old man," thought Kant angrily and tensed his muscles. "More than I would like? ", asked Dominikus and laughed. The mercenary froze, had he just spoken aloud? No, he was sure that he had only thought that, but that would mean that ..." You are absolutely right, Kant. ", snarled the priest and threw his black robe aside. Again a cold shiver ran down his back, because the priest was not wearing a shirt, but was walking bare-chested through the winter landscape of northern Germany. There was a red something on his chest, which Kant only recognized when he was walking closer inspection: the upside-down star, a pentagram, the sign of Satan.And the cross, which dangled from a metal chain around the priest's neck, was upside down! "What kind of priest are you?" Asked the mercenary, cursing the shaky sound of his voice. "Why do you ask, Kant? I'm just a completely normal person, just like you!" The way in which he pronounced the word man made Kant very doubtful of the truth of the sentence. "Tell me, Kant. Can you beat a clergyman in a fair sword duel?" The priest asked casually, looking at Kant's sword. Without waiting for an answer from Kant, the priest continued. “A beautiful weapon, does it have a name too?” “Stormwind,” said Kant, not taking his eyes off the priest. "Storm wind?", Dominikus frowned. "A good name. I also have such a beautiful sword. And as luck would have it, I have it with me." He pulled something out of his black cloak and Kant saw a flash of wafer-thin steel. "This gun is special, you know what they are called?"He held the blade under his nose. Kant looked at the perfectly processed steel, which had taken on a dark color, and let out the air noisily." Shadow dancer, that's her name. ", whispered Dominikus and grinned." When I heard that you were here, I immediately dug them out of the closet and hurried over here. Hoping to challenge yourselves to a fair duel. If you win, you are free. If you lose, you end up at the stake. "At that moment the villagers began to leave their houses, out of the corner of his eye Kant saw that they were all wearing dark robes. They walked up to him and Father Dominic in an eerie procession. He heard them sing some song or verse in Latin and the Singsong swelled to a Latin laudation, the volume of which rose and fell with the wind. Dominikus grinned and cut Kant's fetters. "A fair duel, Kant.", he promised and threw Stormwind to the mercenary. The latter wondered what it was all about and looked around confused." Ready? "asked the clergyman and Kant nodded. Then Tom suddenly jumped between the fighters and yelled at Kant." Don't do that, he's the devil. "He wanted to say more, but Jana shouldered him and disappeared into the crowd that gathered in a semicircle around him and father Dominic.
Kant's joints tingled slowly and his fighting spirit awakened. "So you are the devil?" He asked the clergyman scornfully and laughed. But he knew that he was only making fun of his opponent in order to gain courage, in reality he was not fooled into his counterpart, the priest was dangerous. Then steel flashed in the full moon and Kant was only able to catch the first blow of the sword with difficulty. The priest laughed and bared his teeth as his blade rested on Kant's blade and the mercenary slowly dropped to his knees.But he didn't smile for long, because Kant suddenly gave in to the pressure of the enemy and fell to one side. The father rushed past him and Kant jumped up. Stormwind flew through the cold winter night in one quick turn and would have knocked the priest's head off the shoulders if he hadn't dodged his blow with a backflip and suddenly stood behind him. But he gave Kant no time to wonder, immediately the swords kissed again and this time the priest drove the mercenary in front of him with hard and quick blows. Kant realized that he would be lost if he didn't do something soon. Only Dominikus didn't give him time to think, within heartbeats his blade hit the storm wind and Kant's hand began to burn from the vibrations. And so what had to come came, a well-placed blow from the cleric knocked the Kant's blade aside and before he could react, the tip of Shadow Dancer was right under his chin.Dominic smiled and said: “The boy was right, I am the devil.” Triumph blazed in his eyes, but Kant had not yet given up. With his left hand he grabbed the opponent's