Taverna shook his head, then continued to walk forwards. Followed by Crioone, the two deamons stepped into the tower, their energies flaring out immediately, taking out all of the guards in the immediate surrounding. Only six deamons remained standing, their dull colours hiding them in partial shadow.
The six deamons turned to face Crioone and Taverna, rushing towards the intruders. But the weak deamons were no match for the two experienced deamon warriors. The remaining deamons fell to the ground, their life suppressed by the energies of Crioone and Taverna. The two deamons advanced once more, their new mission one of much more importance than a simple search of Fortress Metawar...
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Axerion and the Silver Deamon watched as a shimmering light appeared infront of them. As the bright flash cleared, Bellcast stepped through, holding the limp and lifeless body of Nara. Dropping the red deamon onto the ground infront of him, Bellcast looked at Axerion, awaiting his next orders. Even though he could not care less what he was asked to do, he ablidged to the orders, looking at them only as a way to experience some fun.
In the old world, where Forna had been king of the deamons, Bellcast had simply perfected his skills of fighting both physically and mentally, using pure power, and magical energy. Only when the threat of a new king coming into existance came into being did Bellcast change. Creating a physical manifestation of deamonic energy, something that had never been done before, Bellcast called his army Attalna, ensuring that no one would realise what his creations truly were. Bellcast then fled from his habitation on the northern cost of the main island of Speed Galaxy, relocating himself to the outskirts of Extapolis, where he roamed the shadows for just over a year.
After completing the Attalna experiment, making sure he was able to control his creations, Bellcast assumed the role of the seveth warlord to Axerion, as a way to succeed in the new order of Speed Galaxy, as well as to test his Attalna army on the weaker deamons. Axerion accepted Bellcast as the seventh warlord, seeing immediately that the deamon clad in white was unique and powerful.
This was how Bellcast and the Attalna came into Axerion's leadership.
"You have done well, Bellcast. What does the deamon know?" Axerion's eyes met with Bellcast's, the deamon king trying to intimidate his follower.
"There is nothing, King Axerion. The body and soul were empty, the information from the skies is gone, or, perhaps, it was never there..." Bellcats's sentence trailed off, his voice becoming quiet, yet still filled with a certain athority. The Silver Deamon stepped forwards, raising his hand with a slight sigh. A barrier appeared around Bellcast, the white deamon crying out in surprise. Bellcast looked at Axerion with hatred.
"You planned this, did you not, you sick coward. You use us to do the work you aren't able to do! You're a fool Axerion! You can't defeat me using this weekling you call a deamon! I am far too strong for you or anyone. I am Bellcast, future king of deamons!" Axerion looked at Bellcast, hatred coursing through his veins, a wicked smile crossing over his face. The giant king stood up to his full height, dwarfing the Silver Deamon and Bellcast in his shadow. Raising a small sword behind his head, Axerion laughed at Bellcast, and as he did so, the small sword revealed its true form, that of a great war ax. Axerion laughed more, as he began to swing down with his powerful arms. The ax crushed the barrier holding Bellcast, and as the barrier dissapeared, the Silver Deamon cried out as a load of magical pressure overwhelmed him. Out of nowhere, thousands of eye like deamons appeared, covering the Silver Deamon.
Axerion's ax rested in the ground, and as Axerion looked around for Bellcast's body, the king was struck by a blast of magic that even he could not comprehend. Axerion fell back, his body bringing down the main section of his headquarters. The white body of Bellcast shimmered into view, and as Axerion tried in vain to grab him, Bellcast swooped down, holding a small silver blade in his hands.
The blade itself was not powerful, but the magic imbued within it was its strength, and as it struck Axerion's head, the deamon king came to rest, covered with Attalna, who's mouths were red, green and blue, the colours of deamonic blood. Huddled in the corner of the large room, the Silver Deamon lay dead, only a few Attalna still feasting.
Bellcast landed on the ground of Axerion Infinite, and as the Attalna filled themselves with enrgy, Bellcast abosrbed them, never dirtying his hands, never really killing what was already dead. The hunt was successful. The feast was great...
