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Demon Ascension Lazy Lord
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
Demon Ascension Ice Harbinger
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
Demon Ascension Ice Harbinger II
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
Demon Ascension Best Harbinger
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
Demon Ascension Defeat No Longer
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
Demon Ascension Hero To Fugitive
The majestic Manuheim had always given Nethaniel a delightful burst of welcome from its constituents. Some would say he was the hero of the post-war. Everybody agreed that he was the strongest Angel warrior of the second generation, nothing could beat him in contests. Even though Nethaniel was not in a political position but the continent leaders had always respected his advice because he was known to be Arkeus’ right hand and understood the Lord’s wishes to the letter. During the post-continental wars, Nethaniel saved a lot of constituents in major cities by destroying the Demon monsters one by one that defiled the lands of Heaven world. These demons were the remnants of the wars between territorial disputes of the realms. It was a thousand years passed and now the balance of the realms was wrecked. Another war would ensue as Chaos had played its part, crumbling the fine line that held the three worlds in a delicate balance. *** He sauntered into the gardens of Angel Hall. A giga
Demon Ascension A Taste of Hell
Manuheim, Heaven *** Nidas had a surprised look on his face. Alketh had a disconsolate look upon Rthur who just had un ruefully attacked Heaven’s military. Nethaniel knew what was coming and had the intention to do a little skirmish to deliver a big knock on the Angel Hall. He knew Lord Arkeus held a scheduled meeting amongst the Continent Monarchs as the god's presence emanated profusely outside the structure. “It’s a big mistake, Earthling.” Alketh taunted. He started to saunter slowly towards Rthur but halted his steps as a dark chasm or a blackhole, as large as a soccer stadium, appeared in the white feathery skies. A cracking sound loomed, followed by appalling thunder and lightning that reached the grounds. “It’s a portal!” Nethaniel said. Every one of them had their eyes on the black hole and anticipated a Hell dweller would emerge before the skies. “It’s impossible. This is only possible if..” Alketh was interjected. “If chaos is at hand. Portals would emerge anywhere in
Demon Ascension The War Predicament
Manuheim, Heaven *** Nethaniel was escorted by Alketh to the wide grandiose halls of Angels, the two Earth Kings behind them. The wide pillars lined up to support the precarious and artistic ceiling designs that held the majestic chandeliers that were made of diamonds. Gold streaks of ornaments strewn along the walls with palisades held flags of different continents. Thick carpets with Aztec patterns never had been stained by whatever event had transpired in the halls. The Angels who had never ceased to play the soft orchestral music were absent for today. Continental monarchs, council members, and Administrators, war generals, heaved the hall’s grounds. All of them looked weary and worried. Nethaniel remembered that every time he sauntered along the center aisle to meet Lord Arkeus, all of them would greet him with smiles and admiration. But today, some of them were disdainful, scornful, and some cowed from the angel they thought he had become – a fugitive. Rumors flew into the