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Demon Ascension Trump Card
Waves of the deafening ringing of metal echoed as both swords collided with extreme force. Minute tremors trembled on the ground as the two beings displayed their swordsmanship skills. Nethaniel swung his sword almost without cease, giving Azakiel no air to breathe. "You become greedy for power, Azakiel. You have forgotten your oath to the Supreme!" The first rank angel said as to reach out to his opponent's conscience. "I did it for my life. Kragus is a misunderstood God and I believe he can change the future of the realms." "What he is aiming for is genocide." "A great sacrifice must be dealt with to achieve peace." With a series of combination strikes, Azakiel managed to block them but with extreme difficulty that caused him to falter down to the ground. Every force made by the first rank angel’s sword was too overwhelming for the corrupted angel and incomparable to his that every block he made, gave him immense pain in his forearm that wielded his sword. Moreover, the pain lo
Demon Ascension Portal Keepers
The vast scourge of forestation laid flat on a circular form. At the epicenter of it stood the first rank angel. In front of him was an emaciated figure that was half-dead, half-alive, gasping heavily for air. He was disfigured and with limited movements. The only movement he could exhibit was his chest rising and falling which synchronized with his breathing. “You have lost, Azakiel. It is time to deliver the final strike,” Nethaniel said coldly. Azakiel did not utter a word but only a faint sound of his weakening breathing. His eyes were semi-closed but still fixated on his executioner. The corrupted angel had exhausted every energy he had and his life hung in the balance between his inhalations and exhalations of air supporting his futile attempt of reviving. Two or three breaths if unpermitted would end his life instantly. Nethaniel sauntered casually towards the defeated angel, regaling upon the obliteration brought about by his explosion skill. His assessment was right, the e
Demon Ascension The Predicament
The Gate, Manuheim Capital, Heaven *** The Gate’s structure was the focal point of the capital. It paved the way for easier incoming souls’ ascension and better service to the new arrivals. Systems were in place to make the operations run independently and had supported by technological advancements. The Gate seemed to be a very majestic-looking airport, like on Earth, strewn with gold-plated walls and gold-patterned chandeliers that hung precariously above the circular vastness of this edifice. All of the angel guards had great respect for Nethaniel and they greeted him as he passed waves of sharply lined guards that heaved the place. They had prepared for the worse, and doubled the number of guards, right after the knowledge of the Hell god’s whereabouts. They feared another war was coming and their first line of defense was strengthening the Gate. As he stepped out of the structure, his face was greeted with a brightness that dominated the airspace. He gazed upon the beauty tha
Demon Ascension Test of Skills
Sheng Regions, Tsi Luen Mountains, Cheena, Earth *** Crash! Dreygo dove into a thick cluster of branches from large trees occupying the forest bed. Numerous twigs or branches snapped upon his descent and grazed slightly wounded Dreygo’s forearms while he covered his face. A great thud appeared as he landed against the loam soil, his feet sunken a bit. 'No pain. But not enough.' He watched over his previous projectile. He had jumped high almost above forty-foot-tall trees but it was not enough that he could recall his full jumping potential. Although, it was an improvement. ***************************** Demon Ethers = 356 souls Demon Lord = 200 souls Total = 556 souls ***************************** He felt a stinging pain on his forearms brought about by the branches but the pain receded immediately, his wounds healing at an increasing rate. As if the wounds became minor scratches. He saw his cold breath as he exhaled. The gloomy forest produced draught that caressed his face
Demon Ascension Wolf Pack
Sheng Regions, Tsi Luen Mountains, Cheena, Earth *** The growls increased as a few of them took a few strides nearing their positions. Elaine and Sho went inside the tent as instructed by Dreygo and the two followed immediately without question. At least the linen that composed their tent could serve as a meek defense against the attacking wolves. They scurried in and closed the zipper from behind them, Elaine’s sobs were evident. She knew, with the presence of Dreygo, they are safe whatever this situation might ensue. Dreygo swung his sword once and an audible whooshing sound of metal sliced the air, fearing the pack. Others withdrew a bit from their position. The wolves sensed that their adversary did not possess a hint of fear about the intimidating exhibition of their dominance in this territory. "These are not normal wolves, Sho," Dreygo said. A black wolf, the largest among the pack, loomed afterward, striding confidently among the front liners. Other wolves had stepped asi
Demon Ascension Haunting Memory
Elaine *** Elaine’s fear of death had been tested countless times. She had encountered notorious assassins, undead demons-like zombies, demon-possessed humans, and now wolves. These encounters made her life exciting and more meaningful, aside from the fearful notion of death, life before Dreygo was dull and boring as she recalled. *** They walked along the mountainous steep of Sheng. Dreygo was walking two steps ahead of her and Officer Sho took the lead on their trek. Sho had a map and he knew the place better than them. The air was uncomfortably cold which added to her fear of being attacked by wolves again. It perturbed her the moment wolves attacked them, she never had experienced such magnitude of fear ever since. The first audible howl had given the instant gooseflesh that awoke her. The rustling of leaves that brought about the hurried trods of the four-legged creatures had tingled her skin. The gleaming sharp teeth of the wolves had given her a familiar but undefined memor
Demon Ascension Haunting Memory II
Elaine *** Tears welled in her eyes. She knew her two comrades had not recognized her sudden shift of emotions. They were hiking ahead of her, silently - only the chirping birds of various varieties sang unrhythmic hymns that emerged among several corners beneath the thick leaves. She sobbed under her breath. She knew the pain that was rooted from but tried hard to relinquish the detailed memory pushing itself to break through in her thoughts. Undoubtedly, pain carried with it. ‘Think of something else, Elaine.’ She forced the thought. But the more she shut the painful memories down, the more it plays in her mind. She wanted to talk of something to his two comrades to avoid sulking in tears but the memory was strong enough that the need to reminisce was insatiable. Until she succumbed to it. *** “Wolves,” her father said. The coldness of the air and the coldness of her father’s voice gave her chills. She was a teenager and had not experienced such an encounter, only the inform
Demon Ascension The Awakening
Elaine *** Thud! The sound of her small body as she slammed to the ground. The rifle that hung at her back cracked against the outcrop that sat below the tree. She lost her footing while descending the somewhat slippery tree trunk. She immediately hauled herself up and inspected the rifle. It was damaged. She cocked it but something inside was dislodged. Now it was broken. Luckily, her back was not hurt, only small concussions that developed on her thighs but were still manageable for her to force a long walk. She assessed the area but all she could see was darkness and the faint gleaming moonlight filtered by the thick leaves above her. Her vision adjusted to the environment, and slowly the tree trunks appeared before her. She took gentle strides toward the direction her father had given her. ‘There is no sign of them.’ She pondered the thought, referring to the wolves. She glanced in the direction where her father was taken. Her vision fell to the paints of blood, faintly conc