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Demon Ascension The War Predicament
Manuheim, Heaven *** Nethaniel was escorted by Alketh to the wide grandiose halls of Angels, the two Earth Kings behind them. The wide pillars lined up to support the precarious and artistic ceiling designs that held the majestic chandeliers that were made of diamonds. Gold streaks of ornaments strewn along the walls with palisades held flags of different continents. Thick carpets with Aztec patterns never had been stained by whatever event had transpired in the halls. The Angels who had never ceased to play the soft orchestral music were absent for today. Continental monarchs, council members, and Administrators, war generals, heaved the hall’s grounds. All of them looked weary and worried. Nethaniel remembered that every time he sauntered along the center aisle to meet Lord Arkeus, all of them would greet him with smiles and admiration. But today, some of them were disdainful, scornful, and some cowed from the angel they thought he had become – a fugitive. Rumors flew into the
Demon Ascension Precipice of War
War Chambers, Manuheim, Heaven *** Nethaniel stood across Arkeus with a large oval table, ten meters in its longest diameter, in between them. The war table held the map of Heaven, a large mass of land represented the continents and the rest were bodies of water. Oshengard and Hornstrong represented the Eastern continents, Centennia and Millenia were the Western Continents, Decadia was in the south, and the largest amongst them all and found at the center of the landmass, also covering the Northern part was Manuheim. It was a 3D representation of the land that showed contours, mountain ranges, land depressions, lakes, and altitudes. The map seemed to be a satellite view of all of Heaven and in real time, the water seemed to be moving in waves. The five continents were almost of the equal land area except for Manuheim, the capital of all the continents, which was almost twice one continent. Around the table consisted the Continent Monarchs, wearing grayish-white garbs that draped up
Demon Ascension Megadishu
“Enchantium-grazed bombs! The Megadishu? We need to retrieve the bombs.” Sarakel snapped. He glanced immediately to the nearest war general and he moved out of the room without hesitation. The general already read the Angel warrior’s mind as he nodded quickly with an undisputed agreement. Murmurs had emerged from every corner of the War Chamber. “Why is that the Megadishus are not guarded heavily, Ebrahim?” Arkeus muttered with strictness. “My Lord, I have deployed enough army to protect the bombs. Their transport schedules and even the vehicle assignments are secret. I have followed protocol. I cannot understand why this happens.” Ebrahim’s voice was shaking. “I have faith with the warriors that we can retrieve the bomb at all costs.” “How come they know the transport routes? The schedules are treated confidentially?” Krasus asked. His eyes had doubts about the officials’ integrity, gazing at each of his comrades then lastly, fell to Ebrahim. “You dare question my loyalty, Krasus
Demon Ascension The Blacksmith
A day passed as Dreygo and his comrades were transported to Heaven undetected with a portal. The first angel they sought was Zudkiel as the intruders expected to grasp knowledge of the procedure of executing a forbidden spell – the only possibility to defeat a god. They wore shoals of white and grayish tunics that could blend with the Heavenly souls in Manuheim. Zudkiel stayed in one of his weapon foundries where he employed two skilled Heavenly souls in molding weapons for the Warriors. Viriel knew the place and he took Dreygo and Elaine there, together with King Davyd. They sauntered together with the crowd unnoticed as they had covered half their faces and their head bents as slicing through the Manuheim market. There were uneasiness and fear on their faces, women and children alike. Male souls did the heavy lifting as families went out from their whitewashed homesteads. It was crowded that day as souls started to prepare for the evacuations, scavenging and hoarding for a month o
Demon Ascension Decadia Ambush
There were words unspoken and an awkward confrontation as they exited the foundry. Viriel was apparently silent and evasive upon the sights of Dreygo. The Harbinger was dubious about the contents of the book and the intriguing sacrifice needed for the Forbidden spells. Viriel wrapped it with white cloth and placed it inside a satchel. “Viriel, why are we going to Decadia?” Dreygo asked as they sauntered back to the quiet aisle. “If Sarakel is the traitor then the bombs will never be retrieved. And if I suspect Ebrahim is also a traitor then he will come back to Decadia to open the vaults of Megadishu.” “What are we going to expect in Decadia, Viriel?” “A city of Industry. It may be a ghost town for now but I know some souls remained. We might also meet the demon raiders of the Megadishu transports and most especially, there could be a Demon Lord. You are at full power right?” “I hope my full power is enough. We may be capable of defeating a Demon Lord with only the three of us.” H
Demon Ascension Decadia Ambush II
Decadia, Heaven *** “Half a mile. They are coming fast.” Davyd said confidently as his eyes were closed, feeling or hearing beyond the others’ comprehension. “Wonderful lad you are, King Davyd,” Dreygo praised. “One minute.” Davyd estimated. Then the humming of machines loomed from afar and beyond the clutch of the tall trees. Startled, the Demons shouted to each other, delivering commands. They were unorganized. They took their weapons out and lowered whatever they were looting. The Kraken roared, and a demon stabbed its neck with a fork. It was their way of treating the monsters of Hell, hurting them to awaken and engage in a fight. “Thirty seconds.” The portals emerged below the vale, ten of them, surrounding the cluster of five hundred demons. A few demons came out from the Carrier’s opening with their weapons as they reinforce whatever battle that would ensue. No Demon Lord yet had surfaced. If not a Demon Lord, then it could be a Death Harbinger below the ranks of the rem
Demon Ascension Decadia Ambush III
Decadia, Heaven *** “We have to move.” Dreygo whispered to his comrades, almost not a whisper. Viriel’s hand fell on to Dreygo’s shoulders. “Not yet, Dreygo. If we do, the angel warriors would fight us.” “You do not know his capabilities, Viriel. He is cunning like the others.” Dreygo said. Sloth’s capability was still out from his knowledge. “Sarakel can take him, Dreygo.” “Let’s hope he can.” *** Two angels darted forward with sword and spear. They moved fast as if they did not use their legs, only their flight. But the two angels received two spears that flew out from the mouth of the craft, driving the angels back to the feet of Sarakel. “Telekinesis. What a coward way to fight.” Sarakel scoffed. “I do not even have to fight, Sarakel of the First.” The Demon Lord retorted. The spears, swords and daggers, came out from the craft, flying on a deadly speed. The Carrier was hauling weapons from Decadia to Manuheim. Now, they were in the hands of Sloth. The angel warriors fle
Demon Ascension Industry Capital
Dreygo urged to emerge from concealment, with his sword in one hand. He stepped onto the outcropping rock and leveraged it for a long jump. He planned to take Sloth by a surprise attack. The Demon Lord was alone, with nobody to fight for him. The odds were in their favor, as Dreygo assessed. He jumped over the trees, the cold mountain breeze streaming down his face. One jump, one strike to the head, it would end Sloth. He was at full power now after their battle in Limbo. He was confident but when at his descent, doubts flooded his emotions. A monster this strong, bullied a First Rank Angel, supposedly second strongest among the Angel warriors, must not awake the monster within the condescending mocking face of a fat human Sloth. Strike. He hit him. He was sure. But something was not right. Dreygo crashed to the ground with a sword in his hand. He found a pint of blood on his blade. He was successful. But he was not sure, so he glanced at his opponent and was unfortunate that the