Lith, Hell *** Every step he made had a cracking sound - metallic boots against bones. The angel of the first ranks had sauntered into Hell over a hill of the dead. It was the closest route to Ashmoth’s throne. The skies cried red and black, horrifying to look at paired with what had been transpiring on the ground. The stench grew stronger every time they had a step nearer to their objective. The stench of the dead, rotting flesh, and the growing bacteria that plagued the bones that heaved the ground were stronger than it filled the atmosphere. It was so strong that it could be mistaken to be poison. The crimson soil was not its natural color, it was constantly bathed by the blood of the dead humanoid demons, a stain that stayed for thousands of years since the beginning of time. It was the opposite of Earth, it was the opposite of creation. Whatever that may be. All they saw was death by a sea of dead bodies. He heard King Nidas cursed under his breath as he grabbed one demon ske

The Demon Lord splurted with the black ooze that came from the lacerated wound. He gagged helplessly but his stare held the unmistakeable intent for revenge. The venom showered and as it touched the ground, it burned even the marsh of the soil. Nidas held his spear, pinning down the demon lord but the latter dislodged it easily from his neck and delivered a kick to the Earth King’s chest. His sole almost covered Nidas’ whole body. Nidas flew back to the crawling few of the demon army. He crashed, killing some demons in the process as they cracked their skulls or bones from the impenetrable body of an Earth King. “Wretched Earthworm!” He screamed, gargling, as he hauled himself up. His armor was heavy, his breastplates overweight for him to move swifter. Angrily, he took his sword from the marsh. “You better face me, monster. I am your top concern.” Nethaniel sliced his sword through the air. A whistling sound was audible momentarily. “Then, you are in trouble, puny angel.” Ashmoth

Leechway, Limbo *** ‘We meet again!’ Dreygo thought as the ghost advanced incredibly fast toward them. The indistinctive moans continued and they were all around them. The sound of sand from the footfalls of the ghosts gave them gooseflesh, at least not to the Angel. He had survived Leechway when he had escaped from the Limbo courts. He was sure that the duration of his stay in these ghost lands was eventful and he was also sure that the ghosts were salivating for the opportunity to get him again. “Remember, these ghosts can kill you. They can manipulate your thoughts if they can touch you. They can play your mind and put you in a blender. You do not know what hits you.” Dreygo pondered. “That’s reassuring, Dreygo. How about a suggestion on how to beat them?” Elaine said strongly, trying to overcome the noise made by the invisible crowd. Her voice was shaking. “We can’t. Only your mind can. Remember, strengthen your mind. Focus on what you love the most. These ghosts cannot figh

Leechway, Limbo *** “What happened?” Dreygo scurried to Elaine’s side. She was perspiring but the glow that emanated from her had power on it, Dreygo felt the surge. “The ghosts. They let me remember how my dad died. They unlock something in me. This power started on that day and I was able to use it to my advantage.” Her voice was shaking. She was seemingly adjusting, maintaining her equanimity. “The ghost. The one who possessed me was scared shitless. It did not know that I am a prophetess.” The draught of her power was dampening. “I created a mental barrier that the ghosts could not touch. I controlled the realm that the ghosts created inside my mind. They stood no chance and I saw fear in them. Not by me, but to the being in Gwelleth.” “Are you sure?” Dreygo asked. “Yes, I am. They fear the Demon Lord. It was Sloth. It could be it.” “Well, they fear every being that is bestowed with a god’s power.” “Yeah. Each in every one of us has a god’s blood.” Viriel added. “What ab

The roars of the demon army sprawled frighteningly. They banged their shields and weapons in celebration. Dreygo looked above the floating rocks as he sauntered close, leaving his group behind. The wheels of fortune had turned to their disadvantage. They could not fight against an army without a casualty at their end. He thought of Elaine, and he was not strong enough to fight an army of thousands. “An army of demons in Limbo? How’s that? The war is in heaven.” Dreygo screamed as he was far away. “It’s a strategy, Dreygo. And I am not willing to tell them to you. But you are dead anyway, so there is no point.” Regar screamed back. His sharp voice had reached the ears of Dreygo’s comrades. “Then, tell me. If you are so confident that we will die right here in this place, what is your leverage?” “It's no use telling the plans for a dead man. But anyway, just to entertain you in the last minutes of your lives, I will disclose them to you." A smile struck with a murderous stare. "An