Chapter Eight
The King of Deamons
Bellcast stretched his arm out, gathering the Attalna around him. As the eye like deamons swooped into his hand, Bellcast absorbed them, sealing them away until he needed them again. Landing on the turret of the northern tower of Fortress Metawar, Bellcast's white cloak bgean to darken, and within seconds, Bellcast's form was hidden in the darkness.
"Lord Axerion... your humble servant reports back... the prophecy is wrong... " Bellcast's voice was silent, only a select few deamons able to hear it.
"So, you've finally returned, Bellcast," the voice belonged to one of the Deamon Lords.
"Yes... it is I... the seventh Warlord," said Bellcast, this time out loud, "Bring me to Axerion... I seek his presence..."
"You wish to be near Axerion after such a short arrival?"
"That is what I have said. You would do well to listen to my words."
"Then you shall see Axerion, Bellcast, the seventh Lord. The other five Lords are with us now... we shall all report to our King..."
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Axerion sat on his throne, his great ax to one side, and a small sphere shaped object in the other. The large room in which resided the throne was dimly lit by large candles, and the stone walls surrounding the room reflected light, maximising the light from the candles. As Axerion moved his hand towards the sphere, it vibrated slightly, the magical pressure from Axerion's hand putting an enrmous strain on the sphere.
The Oracle del Infinitora, the proper name of the sphere, was a unique object. It possessed the power to read the stars words, without requiring the special gift of Star Seeking. It was this object that had recently been returned by Bellcast, the seventh and most powerful of the seven Warlords.
Axerion, his hand finally grasping the Oracle del Infinitora, looked up, and the space that had been empty only miliseconds ago was now full, seven deamons standing infront of the king. The closest deamon to Axerion was clad in a white cloak, and as Axerion's gaze fell upon the deamon, the deamon knelt before his king.
"You have finished the mission, I hope," said Axerion, his voice fierce yet quiet.
Bellcast looked up at him, nodded once, then recited the words he had learned from the stars. Upon finishing his speech, Bellcast faced Axerion once more. "What shall I do now," he asked.
"Take your Attalna with you," said Axerion, "and destroy the one who calls herself Nara. Destroy her completely... after she reveals the names of her comrades... And when you have finshed with her, destroy her friends. I want them annihilated."
