Things had gotten bad in the galaxy known as Infinitora. The deamons long ago perished, as well as the lost souls of humans had launched an assault upon the weaker dead among them, and for some unseen purpose, the dead had seemed to form their own leagions, each on set out upon another. But that was not the most distrurbing thing. Uproars came about often in Hell. The disturbing thing was that, in this most destructive uproar, the dead were dissapearing, fast. The lost souls were quickly being destroyed, their last remnants of the world as they knew it were being torn away from them.
Meanwhile, Crioone and Taverna had also been caught up in the uproar, and as the deamons fought back against the oncoming mobs, each one thought the same thought.
Is Nara still here, or is she...***
Renee scrambled as she fumbled around trying to grip the rock cliff she had tumbled from. She had been flying with Crioone and Taverna, deamons and sworn enemies of human kind of so long ago, and yet, now her only means of survival. That was when the deamons who inhabited Hell had struck her two companions by surprise.
Crioone had immediately ordered her to flee and get to safety. But Renee had other ideas. She did flee, but not in the way Crioone had wished. Taverna had cursed her name as she flew off in the direction of the Tower of Infinitora.
But Renee had been followed by a lone deamon, and had been whipped into the side of a mountain and left to die. But it was the attacking deamon that would die. Renee's cold eyes had looked at the deamon flying away, and within seconds, the deamon's body had exploded from the inside, splattering bits of dead flesh and blood over the ground and Renee's cloak.
The female magician had immediately gotten up and continued on her way, when she was struck by vertigo. She had tumbled down the side of the cliff, slicing a large gash up the side of her arm, and effectively breaking her right arm. The knife she had carried when she had been on Terra Eterna slid out of her pocket and dropped to the ground far below. Her vertigo dissapeared, but she was wounded, and the smell of living blood had attracted a hunter who's teeth had long ago shred the bodies of thousands of deamons to death. The hunter had destroyed any deamon who had come in his way.
Upon the hunter's head lay a shattered crown, and his wrist still held the shackles that his opponent had confined him to. Forna looked at the gril in the distance with nothing but hatred. After all, she was a living, torturing his dead body with the warmth of life...
***
Patrick watched as Jet and Dolphin had a quick reunion, then shifted his position to directly infront of Dolphin. "Change of plans. We have to go," he said bluntly, extending his arm to a small protal that was slowly closing. Jet nodded, but Dolphin shook her head.
"This is my ship. I can't abandon it."
Patrick grumbled, then closed his extended hand, causing the boat to dissapear. Pulling his hand back in, the portal moved towards the three humans, and in a split second, they were gone...
***
Hawk walked into the open desert area just outside of the town where he had just murdered a man. His eyes closed, blocking any tears that tried to come out. Even after all of his years as a deamon prisonner, he still had human emotions. That was a good thing. But he was a murderer, and how could he live with himself now.
I know.. I will finish this war that I've started, and once the deamon who enslaved me is dead, I will kill myself. Ending my life is the only way to atone for my actions... ***
Vulture looked around at the scene around him. Small bug like creatures tore away at the largest bones he had ever scene. Being a scavenger himself, Vulture could not resist the temtation of food. Moving in on the meal, he quickly scattered the small deamons away from his, and as they watched him feast, they realised that this deamon did not only eat dead food, but also those who still lived, if he was able to capture them.
The Yits acted immediately, attacthing themselves to his body, not to hram him, but to aid him. In only a matter of minutes, the Yits, combined with the body of Vulture, towered above the bones of the dead Craiyo. Vulture cackled with delight at his new appearence and power, and as he walked away from the meal he had finished, he did not realise that his death was imminent. He had interfered with a plan so precise that if his actions continued, the course of destiny could be altered.
***
Lyela suddenly felt that something was wrong. The body of ancient Craiyo was empty of energy. Something had sped up the process, and if the timing of Craiyo's finishing was too quick, who ever had commited the act would pay. She was now alone in her underground base, as the six warlords and Anlatta had left to fulfill Bellcast's great plan.
Fine, she thought,
then I'll do it myself. It only took a second. Anyone watching Lyela would have thought that they had blinked. One second, Lyela sat upon the throne, the next she was gone, the next she returned. But to anyone with an eye that could watch things at the speed of light, they would have seen Lyela draw out her sword, swing down, then return it. Of course, the sword swinging down was only an after image.
What, in fact, had happened, was quite simple. Lyela had teleported her self to Vultures body, causing the Yits to disperse at the sign of an intruder. She had then swung her sword down, cutting with metal as well as magic to destroy the deamon caled Vulture. Then she had teleported back, the job done, the plan saved.
Lyela laughed, a dark, eerie laugh. She had almost forgotten what she had been doing before Bellcats had called. "Ay yes... the girl... she must be taken care of." ...
