Leechway, Limbo *** ‘We meet again!’ Dreygo thought as the ghost advanced incredibly fast toward them. The indistinctive moans continued and they were all around them. The sound of sand from the footfalls of the ghosts gave them gooseflesh, at least not to the Angel. He had survived Leechway when he had escaped from the Limbo courts. He was sure that the duration of his stay in these ghost lands was eventful and he was also sure that the ghosts were salivating for the opportunity to get him again. “Remember, these ghosts can kill you. They can manipulate your thoughts if they can touch you. They can play your mind and put you in a blender. You do not know what hits you.” Dreygo pondered. “That’s reassuring, Dreygo. How about a suggestion on how to beat them?” Elaine said strongly, trying to overcome the noise made by the invisible crowd. Her voice was shaking. “We can’t. Only your mind can. Remember, strengthen your mind. Focus on what you love the most. These ghosts cannot figh
“You can’t take them. They are stronger than me. Incorruptible by the hate of the three realms. Their hearts are pure and it is uncrackable even for you.” Dreygo dashed towards the ghostly being. His fingers grabbed the garb. He tried to pull the being but it was immovable even though he only floats in the air. “Are you sure, Harbinger? The Angel had a secret. He’s hiding something from you. The woman. She is human. Weak and sinful. Yah know them, corrupted by the times of human trends. Sin stream along the trends, Harbinger. And King Davyd. He could not remember when he felt love. He was a King and hate had made him a better warrior. But yah know, hate.” The ghost laughed and flew backward away from Dreygo. The Demon’s hand had slipped from the distorted image of the ghost as if he only held air. “We have faith, Elban. We do not fear for we know what’s at stake.” “You know what’s at stake? Are yah sure, Harbinger?” He. He. He. You make me sick. Yah have strong words, harbinger. Bu
Leechway, Limbo *** “What happened?” Dreygo scurried to Elaine’s side. She was perspiring but the glow that emanated from her had power on it, Dreygo felt the surge. “The ghosts. They let me remember how my dad died. They unlock something in me. This power started on that day and I was able to use it to my advantage.” Her voice was shaking. She was seemingly adjusting, maintaining her equanimity. “The ghost. The one who possessed me was scared shitless. It did not know that I am a prophetess.” The draught of her power was dampening. “I created a mental barrier that the ghosts could not touch. I controlled the realm that the ghosts created inside my mind. They stood no chance and I saw fear in them. Not by me, but to the being in Gwelleth.” “Are you sure?” Dreygo asked. “Yes, I am. They fear the Demon Lord. It was Sloth. It could be it.” “Well, they fear every being that is bestowed with a god’s power.” “Yeah. Each in every one of us has a god’s blood.” Viriel added. “What ab
The cave made by two large rocks leaning against each other and another rock that served as the floor had a mysterious energy emanating from its belly, surging that power outwardly from the mouth. They felt the strangeness, they could taste the death that the air was borne with. “This is it boys and girl. We are going in.” Dreygo said as he went first inside. “Elaine.” He turned his back to face her. “I know Sloth, he claims to be the strongest of all Demon Lords. He fled from hell to get away of everything. He defied Kragus’ instructions to rule his continent. But he was not being punished by his way of treachery. There is a reason that he is here, this might be a trap.” “A trap or not, we still need to flush him out.” Viriel said. “I am good with traps.” Davyd said. “I was the best hunter back in my days. And this is the reason that I am with you, guys. To this quest. Because I can help track unlike the other Kings.” “Ok then, King Davyd. Do what you must and we will heed everyt
The roars of the demon army sprawled frighteningly. They banged their shields and weapons in celebration. Dreygo looked above the floating rocks as he sauntered close, leaving his group behind. The wheels of fortune had turned to their disadvantage. They could not fight against an army without a casualty at their end. He thought of Elaine, and he was not strong enough to fight an army of thousands. “An army of demons in Limbo? How’s that? The war is in heaven.” Dreygo screamed as he was far away. “It’s a strategy, Dreygo. And I am not willing to tell them to you. But you are dead anyway, so there is no point.” Regar screamed back. His sharp voice had reached the ears of Dreygo’s comrades. “Then, tell me. If you are so confident that we will die right here in this place, what is your leverage?” “It's no use telling the plans for a dead man. But anyway, just to entertain you in the last minutes of your lives, I will disclose them to you." A smile struck with a murderous stare. "An
Strong fingers clasped his nape and around his neck. It pulled Dreygo up in the air, his legs hung loosely above ground. Dreygo could feel his blood had flowed out of his body at a deadly rate. Dreygo was raised with only one hand by his opponent and the former’s back was facing the latter. Regar lifted Dreygo to face the demon army, waving it for every demon to see. “Is this the strongest Harbinger?” Regar laughed. Dreygo could hear Elaine’s cries and his comrades had the urge to help. But this was his fight, he should show that he was winning so as to place them at ease. He felt Regar’s blade pressed against his open wound. He felt it digging slowly through his skin, the tip of its blade scraping his spine. Now, he screamed in pain. He collected every strength he had to ease the pain, to fight it not for him to faint. ‘King Elban has awakened inside me as the other ghosts did to Elaine.’ Dreygo forced the thought as the pain had overcome his senses. ‘She had triggered her powers
There was utter silence. The known strongest Demon Lord, feared by many demons, had been hanging grotesquely at Regar’s sword. Regar lifted his sword at chest length and a great smile had curved his mouth, teeth gleaming. He had won. “I have defeated him! A reward is waiting for us boys!” Regar celebrated, he turned to face the crowd behind him with Dreygo still skewered by his sword as he waved it like a victory flag. “You are too easy, Regar.” Soft, difficult, and hardly spoken words loomed. Shock visited the seemingly triumphant Harbinger. Then it hit him. The fight was not done. Something was not right. Dreygo could have blocked the attack, it was only an ordinary attack that any warrior could even block or evade, easily. Regar could have thought that he moved faster but not to Dreygo. He knew that Dreygo could follow his movements. He was not fast enough to trick Dreygo into a simple attack. He finally faced the man hanging about his sword. His body was seemingly lifeless, bu
An air of fear invaded as the ghosts emerged. Their temporary rage of killing a few enemies had vanished as the ghosts scurried towards the vast demon army. Ghosts descended from large sand hills, covering fast a chasm beneath the hill’s feet. The demon army’s bellowing had dampened, cowed with the ghastly sight. The demons’ faces now turned sour, their bravery escaped their expression. The once battle cry that shook the bed of sand was suddenly in question. “The ghosts of Leechway!” One demon pointed at the far left. The army halted their approach. All of them glanced at the crawling distorted images of ghosts, appearing and reappearing as they moved. “The ghosts in protest. Maybe they are on our side!” One demon responded. “No, they seemed to be on the attack! They do not have sides.” “What are we going to do?” “Shall we fight them or run?” “Escape while we can!” “We can’t escape them. We have nowhere to run. We face them to the death!” More of them struggled in believing in