Message #33883

[The Host]

 Once at home, in the tall one-story tower-like building made of randomly placed stones and rocks, Crioone flew up to her perch - an overhang carved into the mountainside which her home backed onto- and went back again to her thoughts, shifting her mind away from the present...

Three years ago...

 King Axerion looked out over his kingdom, one of the many planets that deamons inhabited, smiling in a cruel manner. Beside him, three of his warlords stood, awaiting his command, as did three others to his other side. The last one, the unspoken leader of the warlords, walked the way of war. The seventh warlord had already had his command given to him, take control over the small planet nearest them. So far, he was doing a good job.
 The king turned his attention to the lesser deamons working below him. Many of the deamons from the fight in Inchara were among the working deamons, but not all of the deamons working wanted to work. Many times already one of the warlords had gone down to turn the attention of the rebel deamons back to working, and when that didn't work, the deamons were replaced, and thrown to their grave on the surrounding grounds.
But what neither the king nor the warlords noticed were the three deamons fifty-so feet away behind them, tearing down small parts of the fortress that was being built.

 Crioone laughed as Nara shoved a small rock into what was to be a window, and almost blew their cover as Taverna kicked the rock into the room below, causing many deamons to fall back, taking away a few hours of work in only seconds. The three deamons had nothing against the working deamons, no, it was the king and his warlords they had problems with. Axerion and his followers had already taken at least onehundred and twenty deamons' lives, and that was only what the three of them had counted earlier in the week.
 "We should go now," said Taverna, looking ahead at the seven deamon rulers, "Axerion and his warlords have heard of the damage."
 Nara looked at him, then nodded, the red wings upon his back spreading out, ready to leave. Crioone's white wings didn't quite span as far as Nara's, but compared to Taverna's, both were dwarfed. Taverna's emerald wings were huge, spaning at least twenty feet, and the humanoid deamon himself was only about 7'3". Nara, bird-like and powerfully built, was shorter, at about 6'9", while Crioone, silver and blue in colour, stood somewhere in between. Among the rest of the deamons, the three were moderately sized.
Within seconds, the three deamons were in the air, and only moments after their takeoff, one of Axerion's warlords had discovered their previous position.

Present Day

The darkness had engulfed the planet of king Axerion, and the world was black. Crioone's white wings seemed to almost glow, and in the background, the sound of a few deamons could be heard, the terrified screams drowned out by what Crioone now knew were the Attalna...