Message #55422

[The Host]

 Taverna peered over the edge of the large hole, looking into the depths that lead to Hell. Beside him, Crioone shuddered as she viewed the dark tunnel. But before the two deamons could completely explore the hole with their eyes, they were pulled back by the ghost deamons. From within their large group, a sinister deamon that looked nothing like the dead deamons had emerged, and stood before Crioone and Taverna. Looking the two deamons over, the sinister deamon gave out a noise that sounded somewhat like a laugh.
 "The great Craiyo awaits you in the Chamber of Hell. Move back, and make your way into the grip of death." The deamon backed away from Crioone and Taverna, then snatched one of the ghost deamons that Crioone and Taverna had not been able to grasp. "And if you are wondering who I am, well, I am known as the Bringer of Ghosts. My true name was lost long ago when Craiyo took me as his slave. But I was lucky to survive, and even as his slave I became more powerful, and the ruler of the ghost like beings you see around you. But enough from me, go forth now and confront with Craiyo. He will decide whether or not to open the gate for you, for that is what you have come for, is it not?"
 Crioone looked at the Bringer of Ghosts with a fearless face, then nodded. "We'll be going now, but we'll return one day to uncover the true secret of this desert. Until then-" Crioone's claw ripped the skin from the Bringer of Ghosts' face, and as the deamon cried out in pain and anguish, Taverna plunged his fist into the deamon's chest pulling out a small flask containing a green coloured liquid. Seeing the flask, the ghost deamons backed off, dispersing wildly. The Bringer of Ghosts looked at Crioone with hate, but it was all he could do before he died.