Buratia Outskirts, Northern Continents, Earth *** Startled, every military officer in the outpost also raised their guns toward the group. Sho, Dreygo, Viriel, and Elaine, raised their hands in the air. Dreygo’s heart started to thump hard, not for his safety but for Elaine’s. Heavy perspiration had loomed on his forehead, leaking down to his cheeks. Even with the cold wind, he felt wary and agitated. He was ready to attack them, planning to snap their necks instantly to give them no time for retaliation. He replayed several scenarios in his mind and the urge was strong to execute. But Viriel had somewhat been communicating in his mind, calming him, battling the demon to stay still and let the angel do the talking instead. No deaths. No harm. Easy. Suddenly, deep within his consciousness, he sensed a demonic presence. It was not one of the military officers, that was for sure. But Dreygo could not shake the familiarity of the aura that it was a demon. Stronger than humanoid demons
Buratia, Northern Continent *** The countryside had a lot to offer, other than the dirt-poor houses situated alongside the road waiting for something lucky to have their lives prosper, the freshness and calmness of the wind that made the trees dance in utter grace, and the majestic mountains, unparalleled with the other countries. The feeling gave Dreygo hope, not for the people in Buratia, but to save the world from Kragus’ unthinkable reason of chaos. ‘This world is no need to suffer. If Kragus hates Arkeus so much, why would he attack Heaven instead of Earth?’ Dreygo thought. But he already knew the answer. Heaven was the hardest realm to access. And had a military arsenal that was unimaginable in any being outside the Heaven realm. But knowing the Hell God, he was a risk taker and such doubt could not cease Kragus from achieving his desires. “I am hungry!” Elaine spoke after a few hours of ride from the guard outpost. “We have a diner nearby. We should rest for a few minutes.
Buratia Outskirts, Earth *** “You cannot defeat me, Dreygo. I control humans and you are not supposed to kill them. So, my weapon is my advantage. Now, how can you handle this situation?” Lust mused from behind as Dreygo turned his back to the table to watch Sho aiming the gun at him. Viriel slowly reached his hand and softly touched Sho’s left shoulder. The black eyes Sho had, turned gradually to normal. His hand that held the gun was shaken from the confusion he just had. Sho had this frantic expression of the uncontrollable he just made, and Viriel seemed to have tried to nullify the mind control that Lust conjured. His face retched in difficulty, sometimes groaning for a strength that was futile for his control. Fortunately, Viriel was present, guiding him to succumb to Lust's control. “That is why I love angels, like you Viriel. You surprised me there. You are trying to nullify my power with yours but, unfortunately, you can’t surpass this ability. I am designed to manipulate
Buratia Outskirts, Earth *** “You stay here, Elaine,” Dreygo whispered. Their position was still concealed by the policemen. Dreygo crawled from the side, still hidden from their enemy’s vantage points until he reached farther away from Elaine and stood up with his hands in the air, revealing himself to them. “I am here. What do you want? What happened to my comrades?” Dreygo asked as he was nearing them. The two policemen had their weapons drawn toward the Demon. “Come with us peacefully if you want your friends alive.” One policeman said. Then he knew that Viriel was in trouble. He suspected right, Lust must have brought weapons that could hurt celestial beings such as angels and even gods, like the material used in his Ferrum Minus and the Death sword. They went back to the diner with the two policemen behind them and arrived at the bar, which used to be a bar, but now it was blown into chaotic clutter, destroyed after the policemen sprayed bullets and after Viriel’s skirmis
Metals clanking as the chosen demons who wore war armor and with their respective weapons, swords, axes, spears, and the like, with their shields were now heaving the center of the clearing. They were mentally energizing not only themselves but also the crowd, making the festivities more entertaining. Dreygo saw them as warriors, or the courageous ones. But he knew, hidden in them was fear for they were facing the most favored Harbinger of Lith. Fighting these aspiring demon warriors was just like a walk in the park. He remembered this day. It was his first Muerto Festival. He seemed to know what to do and the proceedings of the festival. He saw all the menacing eyes looking at him from the sea of crowd, waiting for him to come down from the rock where he stood or a pedestal of some sort. The feeling was real, the heat was real, and everything in it was real. He was still battling if this episode was a dream. Even the discomfort provided by the Hell environment and the happenings
Lith Continent, Hell *** A river of blood flowed constantly on the floor. Bodies burned every after a demon’s life had been ceased by the hands of the Death Harbinger. Every demon fought, not for the entertainment of many, but for their lives. Lust had given each one of them the power to conquer fear and even a little bit of strength and speed surpassing the normal demonoids. But Dreygo had immense power over them like they were ants on the ground ready for stomping. They stood no chance. They did not even scar the Death Harbinger with all the weapons they carry and the size of the opposing army. Everyone knew that the Harbinger has the upper hand but firing up the warriors with Lust's power made the event more amusing. The Harbinger used his claws and sword alternately, portraying more on their insignificance, like clueless mannequins ready for slaughter. Surrender was never an option for these demons. Only the forced intent to continue fighting until their deaths, compelled by
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