Anlatta leapt forwards, colliding with Nara in mid air, slashing her with powerful claws and gnashing teeth. Nara fought back with powerful blows from her clawed fists, and Taverna and Crioone each moved in to prevent any further deamons from advancing. But even then, the odds were still against them, and with six deamons of superior strength against three of medium strength, the fight was only a time buster, the outcome already determined.
Within minutes, Nara was back to back against Taverna, and Crioone surrounded by two warlords. Anlatta and the other three warlords surrounded Taverna and Nara, and the mini combat was over.
"...You did.. better than.. expected," said Anlatta, mis mouth opening and closing, his eyes showing no fear, only anger, "But.. in the end.. the weak and.. the strong seperate.. and the weak.. are banished..."
Crioone looked over to her friend and her former accomplice, the bowed her head. "What shall our outcome be?" she asked, her eyes closed.
Anlatta watched her, then responded in short sentences filled with pauses. "Our leader... shall come... and re-write history... a new prophecy.. shall be... created..."
"Then what of the original prophecy?" the question came from Taverna, who had also given up for the time being.
"Which.. original.. prophecy..?"
"The one which we read long ago in Metawar... This one," said Crioone, and began to recite the word they had discovered in the chamber of Metawar.
"...joined together...and vanquish their... The great one... into the fog... demise... destrought... destroyed...
When the... rose up once... conquered... the fog is only... are banished..." Anlatta looked at Crioone, then Nara, then Taverna. His claws extended, and as he looked at each deamon in turn, his eyes seemed to change, if only slightly. A note of sadness seemed to appear, but as soon as it appeared, the dog deamon banished the feeling from his mind.
Omnimega looked to Anlatta for a sign, but the dog deamon leader did not give one. Alkyra and Geminest stepped forwards, most likely to aid Anlatta in an explination, but were stopped by Ninmeko. "Anlatta needs not our help. Bellcast is to return very soon, and then we shall see what is to happen."
"Ah.. the prophecy of Bellcast.. is the one.. which you have.. spoken... Yes, that one.. is quite.. misleading..." Anlatta's voice trailed off, but a small smirk seemed to appear on his dog like face.
Ninmeko then stepped forwards, and if any of the warlords had any intention of stopping him, none of them showed it. Of the five remaining warlords, he was by far the strongest, and quite possibly the most loyal, apart from Anlatta. Anlatta looked at Ninmeko, and even he realised that time was short. Anlatta nodded.
"The prophecy which you speak is that of Belcast and the Attalna. It speaks of Bellcast and his army rising into power and killing the former king Axerion. Then banishing his enemy. The original prophecy, if I remember correctly, was written by Forna, who knew that one day Axerion would rise to power. It was then that Forna sacrificed his elite power and genius to create such a prophecy. The original prophecy read as such:
"A warrior clad in white joined together with deamonic beasts of the night to destroy and vanquish their ultimate foe, the king of deamons. The great one, known as the king of deamons, was banished into the fog leaving a world of demise, destrought, as well as a destroyed kingdom.
When the old king rose up once andtried in vain to defeat the warrior, he was once again conquered.It is written that the fog is only a part time graveyard. Evil doers are banished into the fog, and only with a miracle can they escape the alternate Mitora, the Fog." Ninmeko looked at the horror stricken faces of the three captured deamons, the stepped back behind Anlatta. Alkyra and Geminest stepped back to stand beside Ninmeko and Omnimega, and it was then that Illyare floated up into the sky.
"I am Illyare, the fourth warlord of former Axerion and future Bellcast. It is now the time that King Bellcast shall enter our world once more, and banish the three deamons into the darkness of the Fog. Bow down if you love life, for Bellcast is the ultimate deamon in terms of mind, strength and speed. He is truly the ultimate king, and the most powerful deamon alive! Arise my lord, the time has come to set in place a new order of life! Bellcast, I call to thee!"
A flash of light appeared, and as every deamon in Hell dropped to the ground, a being of raw power emerged from the window. Clad in armour white as snow, with eyes as deep as the oceans, Bellcast's presence was enough to weaken many of the deamons in the close proximity.
As the king of deamons floated down, Anlatta rose up to his side, and millions of Attalna floated towards him from out of nowhere. The king of deamons was truly the closest being to a god...
***
"Something is happening in the deamonic world!" exclaed Patrick, already opening a gate in which they could travel to see what was happening. Jet and Dolphin ran towards him followed closely by Hawk.
"Brother, you must send out another mental message. Warn the people around the wrold of a cataclysmic event. Tell them to get to safety, and continue on their way to the meeting point. The four of us will assume a role of human warriors. We will enter Speed, and fight back the evil that is spreading throughout the universe. Something is happening, as Patrick has said, but what is happening is not good. We must go."
Hawk nodded, and together, the four humans leapt through the window, with no idea what would happen to them. If they had known the outcome may have been different...
