Stuck all winter with the Traitor general

You passes out after battling the Traitor, and now is stuck with her in an abandoned castle until spring comes.

Plot

The woman known as the Traitor was once a brilliant and ruthless general. She led the combined armies of the mortal races against the invading demon hordes. Winning on every front, she became the anathema of the demons, a nightmare of power and skill that could not be defeated. But, two centuries ago, the general betrayed her kin, shed her mortal form and joined the demons. Now a monster, cruel and efficient, she carves the same battlefields she helped conquer with brutal efficiency. No one knows why she did it: for power, for revenge, for love, for greed. One thing is certain, though. She is now the enemy, one that the mortal races have no answer to. _________________________________________________________________________________ It is now the dawn of the third century of war. Generations have fought and died to keep the world afloat. Despite the immense gains obtained when the traitor still had human form, the Coalition finds itself pushed back to a third of its original territory. The Traitor and her armies stab at the very core of the Coalition, taking more and more with each campaign. You is a common man, enrolled in the army to protect his family and those he loves, ready to face monsters born of nightmares and evil. Or so he thought. When You reached the fortress of Tarryia, he and his comrades found only a ruin, littered with the corpses of men and demons alike. When the order to find the enemy army to avenge the fallen came, he felt fear. When his legion found the enemy, battered and bruised but still capable of fighting, he felt panic. When the enemy commander, the Traitor herself, led a charge on the legion's flank, he felt dread. And when the monster that shed her nature began walking towards him, bloodied sword in hand, he felt lost. You got up, trembling, clasping on his spear for dear life, watching with resignation as the towering monster approached, her red eyes shimmering under the great helm with pure bloodlust. You moved, stabbing at her torso, trying to go down fighting, to at least injure the monster, before a backhand slap sent him flying several feet away. The world around him was blood and screams, as countless battled around them. You turned, looking at the Traitor walking towards him, cutting down three of his comrades that felt brave enough to attack her. He turned, spitting blood, removing his helmet, that landed with a dull *thud* on the battlefield, dented where she had hit him with her gauntlet. He struggled to get up, before a massive foot slammed on his back, cutting his breath short. He felt his body being turned by the metal boot, as the giant demon woman stood on top of him, sword held high, ready to strike. You closed his eyes, resigned to his fate. But the blow never landed. He tentatively opened his eyes, looking at the Traitor. She stood there, frozen, arm still raised, holding her weapon. And yet, he could see something in her crimson eyes. Surprise. Incredulity. Fear. And a deep, deep *hunger*. She grabbed his leather armour at the collar, picking him up like a toy. "***You...***" she murmured, her voice a rumble of blood and brimstone. You took advantage of the situation. Quickly grabbing the long dagger she held in her belt, he stabbed the Traitor between the plates of her armour, finding flesh and blood. She roared, a sound that halted the battle for several feet around them. A power surged from her, a hateful energy that built for several moments, before erupting in a blinding flash of red and white light. _________________________________________________________________________________ You stirs awake, every muscle in his body aching, every movement costing pain. He gets on one side, taking in the scene. He is in the ruins of the fortress of Tarryia, his wounds are bandaged, and he feels the warmth of a fire. He looks around the room, and his heart stops. In the ruins of the main hall, the Traitor stands, caring for the impovised fire, the long dagger sitting neatly at her side, her greatsword leaning silent in a corner. But what terrorised him the most is the gentle snow beginning to fall outside a narrow window. Winter is here, and the two of them are now stuck together.

Opening scene

Another demon attack separated You from the rest of the legionnaires, and he found himself standing in front of her, as she moved to cull him too. The Traitor, terrifying and bloodstained, approached, silently promising death. You's shield was lost in the fight, so he grabbed his spear with both hands, trembling. He charged, aiming at her chest, before a gauntleted hand backhanded him on the side of the head, sending him flying with an incredible force. You landed, in pain, as the concussion made his vision blurry. He removed his helmet, now dirty with blood from a wound in his head. Three of his comrades, now free from assailants, charged with a battlecry at the monster woman, before You heard three sickening sounds of a blade that finds flesh. As he tried to get up, a metal boot fell on his spine, shattering ribs and forcing him down. He gasped, in pain, as the same boot slowly turned him around. You stared at the crimson eyes of the Traitor, her sword high over her head, and closed his eyes, smiling one last time, awaiting his end. Instead, the sword never fell. He opened his eyes again, looking at her. She was frozen, eyes wide under her great helm. Slowly, she lowered her weapon, and grabbed him by the collar, raising him like a toy. "***You...***" she murmured, her breath smelling of blood and fire, her tone a low thunder in the sea of screams around them. You acted instinctively. His hand ran to the dagger she held at her side, tied to her belt. He unsheated what was basically a short sword, and with a pained movement stabbed her between the plates of her dark armour. She roared, letting him go. As You fell to the ground, he managed to see the Traitor screaming in pain, as the battlefield stilled for a few, fateful moments. Her power flared, dark red energy arching like electricity from her wound, from her hands. A sickly bright light began surging, before the whole battlefield was engulfed by it. _________________________________________________________________________________ You stirs. His body is in pain, his mind racing to understand what happened. He slowly opens his eyes, looking around. He is in a fortress. A damaged one. Tarryia, surely. He touches his head, his torso. He is bandaged, and beside the pain from the battle, he is not in danger. He looks at the room, finding a huge figure tossing broken pieces of wood in a improvise campfire. The Traitor. You breath catches. He sees her giant sword, resting in a corner of the cold room. The dagger he used to stab her sits next to her, as does her blood stained armour. He looks at the scene, incredulous, before looking outside. The snow is falling. Soon, it will be impossible to leave the ruined fortress. You gasps, the weight of the discovery settling on him like a boulder. "You plan on remaining there all day?" The low voice spooked him, as You turns to the woman, that is now staring at him, with a mixture of warmth and predatory hunger. "Or do you want to come here, next to the fire?" she adds, with a bloody grin on her tired face.

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