Medeyin Airlines, Kanlun Mountains, Zierra Continent Two thousand passengers shooked as the Medeyin Airlines withstand the turbulence as it sliced through thick stratus clouds when it flew above the rocky and steep mountains of Kanlun. The sun rays gleamed through the circular glass windows lined equally at the passenger's side of the plane. Its elegance and size made innate assurance with the passengers that never had in history that this type of plane crashed, most especially from one of the largest reputable airlines, Medeyin. In business class, about ten passengers were comfortably lying and sitting on flexible reclining cushion seats, it could be declined or inclined, or upright. This portion of the airline, nearest to the pilot's cabin had more privacy than the economic seats at the mid-to-back portion of the plane. Each passenger had more legroom and more features they could choose from depending on their liking. They could watch movies with small LED screens attached to the
(Alexis Inn, Derunia) "Breaking News! Medeyin Flight 656 was reported to crash yesterday, four in the afternoon. The Medeyin Flight Airlines Corporation had said to the public that a total of about Five Hundred passengers were on that flight including the Multi-Billionaire Lester White and his known colleague Doctor Julio Magno." "They were supposed to land at Kanlun province to heal the sick indigenous people of an unknown virus outbreak in those mountains. The last report from the pilot said that their right-wing engine failed and blew up, seemingly to be a mechanical error." "Official technical reports are still in question as of this moment and the Leaders of Medeyin Airlines refused to give an official statement. According to our source, they are still investigating what happened. As we speak, rescue teams were dispatched to the crash site, looking for possible survivors. But until now, they haven't found one yet. We are saddened by this incident and the city of ...." The Tel
Derunia mountains Fog settled about a hectare of land in Derunia's Mountain. The fog was unnaturally present, only covering a small portion of the vast growth of rainforest. Crows frequently flew within the fog's reach as it gave enough shade to darken the place. Tree trunks were high enough like sycamore and leaves were thick and the branches wide, that sunrays hardly penetrated its reach to the ground. This place was always quiet and gloomy, only the sound of crickets and the sound of rustling leaves as the breeze danced in between the gaps of tree trunks stood out beyond the quietness. The fog was the witch's magic, an aura to provide obscurity. It held the power to weaken normal human beings if they linger even for a few minutes. At the center of this thick fog was a large wooden house, its flooring elevated from the ground by large wooden foundations. It was like a large haunted cabin in the woods surrounded by some sort of mist that hazed the background. The house held the Se
Derunia Mountains Elaine Marks walked a few steps ahead of Dreygo as they tread towards the Seer's location. Dreygo could not stop the urge to glance at the Prophetess's curvy body and swaying butt cheeks as she strode against twigs and leaves that the forest provided. Elaine wore skimpy shorts, exposing her white leg complexion and her hair, pony-tailed, also exposed her pale white nape and a baby shirt that hahungight above her navel revealing her smooth-skin midriff. She was very stunning in the eyes of Dreygo. He saw numerous beautiful demons in the Demon world but they seemed to be corrupted with immense sin and their skin tested by the harsh environment of Hell. But the beauty of a human being, like Elaine, was pure and untouched. It seemed that Dreygo had not much of a choice but to admire this beauty in front of him. "I think we are getting closer," Elaine said while panting from an hour's walk. "How do you know?" Dreygo asked. "I can feel it now. And the Forest is gettin
Brighver mountains, Derunia Dreygo cautiously walked towards the path that Elain had directed. The voices again echoed in his hearing, somewhat calling his name. 'The magic playing tricks on me. Well, I could handle that. I am a Demon. I have experienced more of this in hell.' He forced the idea. Dreygo fixed his eyes now on his direction and disregarded the voices. He should be more vigilant as the Seer's territory was nearing. Finally, a wooden house silhouette appeared from afar, and its surroundings were hazy because of the fog. He prowled from tree to tree anticipating enemies nearby. The house was heaved by trees and he took advantage as he hid behind the large tree trunks. The place was quiet but the cawing of crows increased as if they scavenged for human or animal corpses. A different stench now unpleasantly entered Dreyo's smell. It was like a combination of burnt or cooked herbs and sacrificed animals, as he had imagined. 'Witches and their witchcraft.' Dreygo smirked.
Brighver Mountains, Derunia Burnt twigs and different colored leaves created the smoke as it danced in between Dreygo and the Seer. The smell was different, seemed to have mixed with other elements that created a foul smell as if they just finished the witch's ritual. They sat comfortably and Dreygo sensed no hostility within the area and with the Seer. "There are a lot of things I need to talk about, Harbinger." The Seer began while she offered a cup of tea to Dreygo which he instantly refused. "There is only one thing I need to know from you, Seer. It is the current location of Kragus Manaroth." Dreygo sounded in a rush. "Before I tell you his whereabouts, let me enlighten some thoughts for you to ponder." The Seer said and she continued, "Do you know why they call me a Seer, Dreygo?" "You better hurry up, Seer for I am very impatient." Dreygo taunted the Seer while he started to grip the blade in his right hand. The Seer did not even flinch from Dreygo's taunts nor she regarde
Brighver Mountains, Derunia City He walked striking through the heaving trees as he left the Seer's house. It was quiet now and the beauty of the forest sprang as the fog gradually fades. Crows and bats fled the area as no sounds were audible of their cawing and shrieks. The evergreen leaves painted the scene with a combination of brown leaves covering the earth. No more voices, no more hostilities, only a beautiful scent of mountain air and the faint songs of birds. Dreygo clasped his wounded shoulder and blood raced down his arm leaving blood trails on the ground. He knew he was stronger than this. He was not a normal human, a Demon tested in the harshest environments, and he can take a wound like this. But his wound seemed to have worsened each time he gained steps. The pain he felt bit stronger than a normal wound and the sting sprouted from the corners of the open flesh. It was so discomforting. Then he remembered that the blade that struck him was the Ferrum minus. A bane we
Centennia, Heaven World ( A day before) Knock. Knock. Knock. Viriel stood behind the Mahogany door looking to speak with the famous Blacksmith in Centennia, Heaven World. A soft rustling sound was overheard in Viriel's ears and the door opened for a few seconds. A stocky Angel stood before Viriel. His features were old and he had wings like the Angel warriors unlike other souls in Heaven that maintained their humanoid form – wingless. He wore white clothes that covered his whole body and a golden string that served as his belt. Zudkiel was one of the oldest angel warriors who retired a long time ago and was chosen to become a blacksmith. A noble duty to serve the Heavenly supreme. He was the first among the Angel warriors and was deployed as one of the 1st ranks during his stint. He was one of the legendary Angel warriors that have served the heavenly supreme the longest and one who contributed much that molded the foundation of the Heaven world. Zudkiel smiled at first sight of