Message #39556

[The Host]

 The gray coloured deamon launched himself forwards, his claws extending to cut right through Crioone's hide. But just as he neared the silver and blue coloured deamon, Crioone whipped around, the glowing gem protruding into the gray coloured deamon's skin, causing him to cry out in pain. Somehow, throughout the whole attack and fall of her teammates, Crioone had still been able to sence the deamon's approach and attack.
 The gray deamon howled in pain, his hand clutching his chest where the gem had torn the skin open.
 "How... how did you know..." the gray deamon gasped, his lifetime almost up. Crioone looked at him with hatred in her eyes, the normally calm deamon now in a state of fury and rage. Crioone's foot moved forwards, her claws extending. Picking up the gray deamon, Crioone's claws pierced the deamon's skin once more, and then, with her second foot, she reached deep within the deamon's body, moving her claws around, searching for an object.
 "The sixth sense is a wonderfull thing. Sometimes, it can be used for evil, while at others, it can cause great actions of benevolence. At this time, I have been watching you for three hours. You have something in you. If you died on your mission, nothing would go wrong. But your masters were wrong. They don't know the full extent to my powers. No one does, and no one ever will. It is your time to die, and my time to take the object from your dead body..." Crioone's hand jerked backwards, the grey deamon slumping into an odd position and staying there, frozen in death.
 Crioone stepped back, the object covered in bloodred lumps and liquid. Crioone turned around, facing her companions- who were still unmoving. Don't let them die... please, don't let them die... Crioone held her head up high, opening her mouth as wide as it would go. Throwing the bloodied object into the air and letting it drop down into her mouth, Crioone spread her wings far apart, swallowing, and lifted herself up, taking to the air, and crashing through the low rock cieling. The sunlight shone through the hole, and as Crioone dove back into the fortress to recover her companions, not a single being in the world would see her. She had entered the realm of the unknown, the lost map trail would lead her and her companions onwards, deeper into the fortress of history. This was just a small resting point, completely oblivious to all outsiders...