The Leviathan (<-- Very Generic Title :P)

Well, right now, the chapters arn't really long, and I have just been writing in my free time. :P Haha. Take into consideration that I am 14.

CHAPTER ONE

"No! Get back, demons!"
It was no use. They were overpowering him. There's just too many, he thought.
His back was against the wall, he was sweating and slashing at the giant wall of flesh coming at him. Swearing, he dropped his broadsword and grabbed his knife, they were too close. Hands were grabbing at him, mouths gnashing, trying to get a good bite at him.
One hand scratched across his chest, cutting clean through his leather jerkin. He gasped as he felt a surge of pain and the trickling of warm blood down his chest. More and more wounds were being inflicted, a bite on his right arm, another scratch on his left leg. It was then that he realised he was going to die.
While stabbing out at an eye, one firmly clamped his arm with its teeth, not letting go. Then, another punched him in his stomach. His lungs felt like they exploded, all of his breath was gone. He was falling to the ground.
Several of them lurched on top of him. He screamed while he felt their teeth digging into him. Ravenous tearing at his neck, heads buried into his open chest, eating. Blood squirting, then, darkness.
He was dead. It was a wierd feeling.
"Welcome, my son." Said a booming dark voice which soulding like multiple voices talking at the same time.
"It seems that my hordes have got you. It was foolish of you to resist. But now, you are mine."
He felt like he should be scared, but he couldn't. He couldn't feel anything. Just be.
"I'll give you a second chance at life, you will join my horde. You will be special."
He couldn't talk, it was still dark. He couldn't do anything. He was nothing, yet he was still here.
"It was a mighty diplay, you warded off exactly twenty three of my children."
That was a good number.
"You may soon enjoy living as one of my children. But for now, obey."
He opened his eyes. Was it a dream?
"Hello?" He said. It did not sound like his voice, it sounded demonic and forced.
He looked around. He was in a room that was blood red and dark pink. It was throbbing. It was alive. At every throb, a one word command coursed through his mind.
"Eradicate."
"Eradicate."
Over and over. It was compelling. He wanted to kill.
What are you doing? He thought. Snap out of it! But, right as he refused the command, he starting aching.
He let himself endorse in the command once again. The pain was gone. He wanted to kill.
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CHAPTER TWO

"Eradicate."
He ran through the living building. There were corridors everywhere. He went left, then right, no exit.
"Eradicate."
He screamed and punched at the living wall, tearing its flesh. It bled tremendously and made a horrible screech.
"Eradicate."
He tore into it with his sharp claws. They were where his fingernails used to be, except bone now, and sharp. He thrashed at the wall, his muscles were unhumanly strong. He never got tired.
"Eradicate."
His bloodsoaked hand got through and dug into the other side of the wall. He laughed and pulled himself out. He was standing outside a giant tower, made of the same throbbing flesh. And at the top of the tower, there was a giant black heart, pumping blood. It produced a red haze, obscuring his view.
He ran. Down the bloodsoaked path. Sprinted for miles, never stopping, never tired. He did not even need to breathe. He ran. Past fire, blood, and death.
"Eradicate."
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CHAPTER THREE

"Where the hell is he?" Sir Galvard asked.
"He must have been eaten." That was Emma, the herbalist.
"Him? No, I don't believe it!" said Gan, the monk, "He's too skilled to have been overcome."
"Well, strength does not really come into play when you are outnumbered a thousand to one."
They were all sitting in the chapel of Saint Elle. That is where their stronghold was. They had fortified the place and had set up barricades.
"No! That's not true! He would have never gotten cornered! How did they find him?" Gan said.
"No one knows how the Leviathan works. It must have some sense to find people, or maybe scent." Galvard explained.
"I really liked him," Emma sighed. "May he rest in peace."
"You know as much as anybody that the Leviathan will posses his soul. We'll have to kill him."
Everyone stared blankly at the chapel floor.
There was a loud crash.
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CHAPTER FOUR

He seemed to have his own concience, it was just heavily controlled. What type of demon was he? He looked at himself. He had the lean body of a Fighter demon, but at his shoulders, he had outcrops of bone with small circles on it. If he squeezed them as one would flex, it shot his corrosive "blood".
He looked down. He had a large spike protruding from his chest, a carapaced stomach, and no genitalia. His skin was a normal flesh color, but tintes slightly black, as if his whole body were slightly brused. He touched his scalp. He had no hair, and the the top of his head was flat, except where it curved backwards to form a single spike of bone.
He had two eyes, he couldn't see them, but he guessed they were some odd color or all black. He could touch them and there was no pain. He had no nose or even nostrils, and he only had a mouth for the sole purpose of comunicating. He had no ears, but a single hole underneath his head spike that he heard out of.
Found fingered hands with bone claws, with small spikes going up each arm. He also noticed outstandingly sharp teeth, all for ripping. No flat chewing teeth. He opened and closed his mouth. His jaw worked fast, quickly snapping closed.
His feet had six toes, and sharply curved claws, made for running. He had an extra joint in his feet, halfway between his toes and his heel.
He was built to be a leader. He had never seen a demon designed as he was. It was right, it made me special.
"It made me better!" He roared.
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CHAPTER FIVE

"Oh, god!" Sir Galvard exclaimed. He was running down a hall, wearing his piecemail, his bastardsword drawn. There was a group of ten demons running down the hall at him.
He swumg his sword straight down, splitting the head and half of the chest of the closest demon. He cut straight left, through half of the first demon. A quarteer of its bloody chest slid to the ground.
His sword cut through the waist of another demon. There was maniacal laughter from the back of the small crownd.
"Watch out, I'm here!" Gan said.
Galvard grunted in approval as Gan sliced open a demons face with four quick jabs to the forehead.
They both worked together, slicing and hewing the demons. Galvard decapitated the last one and slid down the wall to rest.
Breathing heavily, Gan said, "They must have made a whole in the barricade, we need to.... Where's Emma?!"
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Emma walked in, chuckling, and holding a bloody club in her hands. "A couple more got in on the other side. I took care of them.

PLEASE HELP ME POINT OUT SPELLING ERRORS :D