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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
Demon Ascension Melekai of the Third
“Comrade Viriel. How is life being a fugitive?” Melekai asked. His curly auburn hair reached on his shoulder fitted with his lean features. His armor was like Viriel’s design - silver and white glistening patterns. “It’s not what you think, Melekai. Why are you here anyway? There was an evacuation calling from Heavenly Supreme” Viriel responded. Dreygo glanced in every corner, from the rooftops of trade posts. It was a perfect place for an ambush. “Viriel, we are sitting ducks here,” Dreygo suggested, his sword unsheathed on his right. “Who do you work for, Melekai?” Viriel asked. “It’s not important, Viriel. Lord Arkeus did not care for us. There were reports that ten of the third ranks were killed. He did not act. He let it slide and rely upon men to stop his brother. Tell me if I am wrong, Viriel. Lord Arkeus does not care for us. Join us instead, you are a fugitive anyway. The High Council wants a piece of you and looking forward to imprisoning you. Treason. That’s a tough cho
Demon Ascension Ghost City
Viriel chanted in a whisper on the marked concrete. The angel’s palm spread near the mark. He did not touch it, but only he let his hand have an inch distance towards the mark. The mark was gradually gone in the process until Dreygo was freed. “Let us continue,” Viriel suggested. “Why don’t you open a portal from here to the Archives? It would save us time and danger." “I thought you eat danger for breakfast, Dreygo.” “Do not kid yourself, Viriel. We have a human here and she's fragile.” Dreygo whispered. “I heard you,” Elaine said as she sauntered close behind them. “We cannot open a portal anywhere inside the Decadia walls. The walls had nullification effects that portal transportation is prohibited. Even some places in Manuheim. If you look at that Crystal Pylon, it energizes the walls to prohibit the use of portals inside. That is why we landed outside the city walls as we used the portals.” Dreygo glanced at a large slightly luminous, bluish, and translucent rock as large a
Demon Ascension The Tunnels
There was silence or utter disappointment. The Vault was empty. Empty as the space beyond the skies of Earth. Everybody could hear Dreygo cursing, his feet stomping to the ground like a young girl. He slammed his fist to the nearest concrete table and broke it in half, the stone slab stood helplessly against Dreygo’s rage. His body emanated heat and visible steam escaped his skin, especially from his shoulders. Viriel kicked an empty shelf that used to hold weapons and it flew like it was made of sticks. Elaine held her mouth like she was about to cry but she didn’t. Davyd was rather calm and took a long deep stare at the empty chasm that held the vault. “Something’s wrong,” Davyd said. “Everything’s wrong, we are too late, Davyd.” Dreygo snapped, his head bent, and was standing over the pitiful remnant of a stone table. “Yes Dreygo, we are too late. But the vault seems to be a pathway of some sort. I could not even see the end of it.” “What do you mean?” Viriel scuttled beside D
Demon Ascension Refael of the First
The Tunnels, Decadia, Heaven *** His blood boils of the humanoid demons, and the monstrosity of Hell. But this was different, facing a traitor and an angel, his blood not only boils but it burned. He felt the heat bursting through his pores, and his sweat evaporated. A being that already had everything, now turned a blind eye to sin just to save his own life. “We trained for years, Dreygo, and we seek action. This is the one I seek, not peace, but power.” Refael screamed, inviting the Demon once more. “Dreygo, we have to plan for an attack,” Viriel said. “You plan for an attack, while I attack!” Dreygo scuttled fast like time was more precious than the Centiums in Heaven. His sword was in his hand. But instead of the first rank angel, it was Heralt of the third who met him. He appeared before him, their swords crossed just for a split second. It was almost unnoticeable. Dreygo could feel the air brought by the Angel’s speed. Dreygo pulled his blade, scraping against each other.
Demon Ascension Refael of The First II
The Tunnels, Decadia, Heaven *** ‘Elaine is in trouble. I have to move.’ Dreygo urged the thought over and over again as precious time passed. Expectedly, Refael started to saunter towards Elaine. His flail hanging loosely on his side was borne with utmost danger. ‘C’mon. C’mon. C’mon.’ Dreygo forced his healing powers to accelerate. He knew he was recuperating and healing but it was not fast enough to save Elaine. He felt the movement of his broken ribs finding their proper places. The lacerations of his innards caused by the broken bones had decreased its bleeding. He felt gradually energized and slight movement was now available to him. His eyes fell again to Elaine. He might be too late. Davyd scurried to attack Refael. Their paths crossed. Davyd moved fast, his attacks were also fluid-like. Refael staggered back to the attacking Earth King. The Earth King was ferocious and strong but he took a lethal blow to his back unknowingly. It was the flail, flying on almost undetecte