Nara's wings ached, the deamonic blood coursing through pulsing rapidly, the muscles working with seemingly no end. The red deamon was flying north, to a point which the wisdom of the skies led her to believe as the ancient tomb. It was supposedly the place in which the being known as Taverna had been born. It was also his death bed.
Drops of blood began to appear on the outside of Nara's skin, and as she continued to fly, she cursed the wounds she had recieved earlier. The once healed blue lines on her wings burst open as a flock of deamonic birds flew into her, and Nara cried out in pain as she was dragged down to the ground. As she plumetted, the bird like deamons began to morph, reverting to their original forms- eyeball like deamons called Attalna. Nara cried out in shock, as she remembered Crioone's words of the foul creatures she had once encountered.
It was then, that out of the ground below, a deamon clad in white emerged, his presence overwelming the area with magical power. The deamon warlord known as Bellcast stretched his arms out, gathering the Attalna around him, bringing the doomed red coloured deamon towards him. Even as he did so, blades sharper than the the crisp air itself appeared, the silver swords moving to Bellcast's hands. Nara dropped onto the ground, her sprawled body an easy target for the deamon lord.
Bellcast brought his arms together, uniting the two blades, forming one large blade, which then curved itself, the shaft enlarging to form a long staff for which Bellcast to hold. The deamon's eyes turned blood red, his white cloak becoming a dark black. The cloak's hood folded over the deamon lord's head, blocking his wickedly cruel smile from showing. Bellcast lowered the newly formed blade, allowing the tip to touch Nara's neck. He then whispered one word. A word that all deamons and humans alike fear.
"Death..."***
Crioone felt a sudden shock, even as the two deamons entered the tower. Nara was gone from existence. She was either expelled from Speed Galaxy, or she was dead. Crioone turned to face Taverna, about to tell him the same thing, but the look on Taverna's face showed her that words were meaningless. He knew just as well the fate which Nara had suffered. Neither deamon felt like speaking. Even thoguh Nara had betrayed the two of them, each had always thought that maybe, perhaps, there was a chance that it had been accidental, or that there had been a reason for the act. But it was useless to put thoughts towards one who was gone. The chance of return was slimmer than nothing.
***
Bellcast's eyes moved back and forth, studying the empty body of the former Nara. Probing her mind, Bellcast attempted to retrieve any useful information. But the fact was, there was nothing to be retrieved. The body of Nara was a shell, the method of transportation and communication for the being itself.
This was not a problem for Bellcast, however. The soul of Nara floated infront of him, now occupying the body of an Attalna. Moving his mind to focus on the soul of Nara, Bellcast began to examen it. But it was here where he encountered a problem. The soul was empty as well. Empty of all thoughts, memories, and future plans. It seemed, to Bellcast, that the red deamon was nothing more than a puppet, controlled by the puppet master himself. But the only trouble was: who was the puppeteer?
