Dream: Lith *** “It’s not a dream, Demon!” A soft voice came from behind. Startled, he turned and saw Lust. Her eyes were a constant banner of deception. Her charm and powers laid waste to countless demons, capable of ending civilizations for days. “I am not here,” Dreygo said confusingly. “I triggered your memories, through your dreams. I want you to remember.” Lust said as she sauntered towards the harbinger. “What do you mean?” He asked. He gave a quick turn to everyone else, as her eyes were piercing strong against his, and he saw death, blood, crying, and moaning in pain, hatred, and fear. “This will be Earth, if you chose the wrong decision. You know what it is.” She said. Her face was nearing his, inches away. Dreygo’s vision fell to the eyes of the Demon Lord and it was an endless stream of suffering. He could not speak as he witnessed the horrors that emanated from her eyes. His heart thumping hard abnormally strong. As if it was going to burst out from his chest. He cl
Somewhere in Buratia, Earth *** ‘Chaos! Chaos!’ This word had been uttered by the Hell god and his Lieutenants many times. It had no meaning for him before, or the magnitude of the word had not yet imbibed in its definition until his long stay on Earth. It was always connected to the destruction of the world. Dreygo cursed under his breath for he had let the construction of chaos come into play. ‘He is a god. And I am a lowly demon.’ He convinced himself though to relieve himself from the obligation bestowed upon him. He felt powerless, hopeless, and demotivated. He hauled himself up from slumber and went out to the entrance of the Cabin. He grunted in anger as he gained steps outside the wooden door. He was angry at himself. He could not catch up with such power, one of the rulers of realms, a god who had lived since the beginning of time. He lowered himself in between the steps. Birds chirping, breeze dancing, and the cold weather of Buratia that was borne with death had embrace
Angels could be anxious too. Even with all their knowledge and their maturity about the concept of life, when it comes to Chaos, they would be fighting for everyone, good and evil. Evil had knocked on the doors of Chaos, pulling it out to be released, and they are succeeding. *** Viriel had healed from the attacks made by Lust’s men. He could have died if the fight goes any further. Their bullets were made of celestial steel, only present in Hell or Heaven that could hurt beings like them. These were the metals cultivated deep in the grounds of hell and the high mountains of Heaven, the metal was so malleable when heated and strong when cooled, like gold. The basic forms of this metal shone against the darkest skies but appeared bluntly textured against the light. But reforming it further, it could be the shinest metal one could ever see. They called it the Enchantium. Luckily, Elaine tended to his wounds and took all the Enchantium bullets out of his body. After his immediate heal
Palipines, Eastern Tropic Continents, Earth *** “I can’t accept that, my Lord Nebirus!” Viriel stepped in. He bowed alongside Nethaniel. “I cannot fathom the thought of seeing more lives and souls killed by his selfishness.” “You are my instrument, Viriel. A vessel for my power. This gift I bestowed so dearly rare, use it against him. We cannot risk exposing my location, Viriel.” “Yes, my Lord. But I feel so inadequate to fight him.” Viriel's faintly said. “Maybe or maybe not. I have not measured Kragus' powers if it surpasses mine or not. He is my younger brother but throughout the test of time, his powers might have grown." “Then, what shall we do, my Lord?” “We can do nothing! I said. Even with the total extinction of humans on this planet, I could create a new race from the start. Maybe it's for the best as I see these realms are on the brink of destruction. And the reason for that is the beings we designed. Kragus only expedited the deathly fate of the three realms. Maybe A
Buratia, Northern Continents, Earth *** The boy smiled mischievously or playfully at the same time, they were never sure. The moment he uttered the word ‘Pride’, it rang loud in Dreygo’s ear. The strongest of Kragus’ demon Lords was now sitting in their midst, but seemingly unhostile. But he could not rely on what he could see, as demons were always tricksters in nature. He held his sword’s handle, his fingers fumbling through the pommel. Dreygo had no backup. Elaine was in grave danger. He held his weapon strong and lifted sheepishly from the ground. He hesitated not to provoke the Demon Lord, hoping that maybe he just came here to talk. He felt no immensity of the Demon Lord’s aura as a Demon Lord emanates it when engaging in a fight. “Are you ok there, my friend?” Pride said. His mild eyes pierced indescribably toward Dreygo’s skull. The horrors they brought were immeasurable even with only a young and innocent boy sitting in front of their presence. Such discomfort had visite
Buratia, Northern Continents, Earth *** “King Davyd?” Dreygo said upon the sight of a young man, plastered with confidence and shiny armor. He took an arrow from his back and placed it on his bow. “Yes. I was sent by my Lord, Nebirus.” “Finally. He helped.” Dreygo sighed. “Glad to be at your service. Heroes of the three realms.” Davyd smiled. ‘Heroes? There is a good ring to it. I was called a murderer by a lot of men. Now, Heroes.’ Dreygo smiled. “Now, all we have to do is kill this scumbag,” Dreygo said. “I did not realize that Nebirus had Kings as his Lieutenants. As my Lord Kragus suspected. He is waiting for your emergence, three Kings!” Pride said. The cold wind blew harder and colder. A heavy and terrifying aura now emanated from Pride’s body. “No, Dreygo. Just stand back. I and Viriel will handle this.” Davyd suggested. “Viriel?” Ice cold crept on his spine up to his shoulder. His emotions jolted as he saw the Angel of the third rank “Surprised, Dreygo. Thanks for t
Buratia, Northern Continents, Earth *** Pride jumped from where he stood right before the vines curled up on him. He was so light with his feet. A boy with a young body could jump so high that the rules of gravity did not exist anymore. He landed on a faraway tree. They followed suit. He was vulnerable. But something was bothering the Death Harbinger. He could not sense the Demonic presence in Pride. But he could feel the searing and treacherous aura that lurked on the Demon Lord. His barefoot endured the bite of ice-cold snow that mantled the tree branches. Pride liked the cold. Arrows flew past him as he evaded the shots from Davyd. Every arrow whistled as it pierced through the thick heavy air and as they landed from afar, explosions emerged like grenades, decimating an old tree. Pride landed on the ground where Dreygo caught his loose white shirt. The Harbinger clenched it to prevent him from escaping. His young boy's hands curled on his forearm and turned, causing Dreygo’s gr
“Dreygo! Dreygo!” The voice was soft and echoing. That comforting voice that had been pushing himself to become reliant on the moral values of humans, rather than what he had inherited in Hell rang like silver bells in his hearing. Moments ago, there were loud and discomforting volumes of Earth, large thuds, and explosions, but all were replaced by serenity and peace. Utter quietness. Only the humming of cold draught was only discernable at the moment. “Dreygo! Dregyo! Wake up!” The voice again loomed. The harbinger had been floating in a comfortable caress of soft snow. He could feel it even in his subconsciousness. He felt soft fingertips caressing his face. He felt his hand grasping another hand. He felt sorrow and worry that sank deep into his bones. ‘I should not wake up. I need to remember more.’ He screamed in his thoughts. “Good! You're awake. Thanks to the Universe!” Elaine gasped.Dreygo saw an anxious face hovering above his vision. He could not see the gray skies anymo