Sheng Mountain, Cheena, Earth *** “How did you manage to escape, Viriel?” Dreygo asked. “Yeah. About that. I made a compromise with him.” Viriel answered. Viriel pointed from behind the three and as they spun back, they saw the same features as Viriel and wearing also almost the same suit. They were flabbergasted by his presence. Even though, with the forest getting dimmer, ready to embrace the cold of the night, everybody felt safe and secure with the presence of the First ranking Angel before them. They sensed a strong aura that surrounded them like an invisible shield that not even wild animals would dare to attack. Seemed to have discouraged every evil that lingered in the forest with the presence of another angel. His face was somewhat gleaming and was mysteriously handsome but deadly at the same time in a dubious way. “Viriel told me about the path you have taken and I am willing to partake in this journey. But on one condition. If we are successful, Viriel will submit will
Zi Lok Fortress, Tsi Luen, Cheena, Earth *** The beautiful Zen garden that mantled the Fortress’ front yard was now strewn with dead bodies of the demon thugs that previously heaved the place. The Bahukatsu ninjas were standing before the dead Zi Lok goons. They were all staring at the majestic courtyard house, unexpectedly silent. As if to rush an attack would be a trap. The ninja assassins of Belrag were assumed to be present inside the Courtyard house as the Demon Lord planned for defense or an escape route. Dreygo sauntered along the cobbled paths of the Zen garden and towards the stairs connected to the large sliding Japanese-designed doors of the Courtyard house. The only sounds audible momentarily were his steps, the cold mountain breeze, and the water dripping at the automated miniature waterfall that made the Koi pond alive. This was the moment he has been waiting for. To kill another Demon Lord. But he was not sure if he was ready to face him without help from angels. Th
Zi Lok Fortress, Tsi Luen, Cheena, Earth *** Death Harbinger and the Lord of Envy standing in front of each other with their swords unsheathed. Dreygo and a few of the super ninjas behind him were ready for a fight against Belrag standing at the center of the largest room of the courtyard house. The atmosphere gradually grew heavy and it was felt by the humans present in the room. Elaine had her breathing increased and so was Sho. The air was thinning and getting hotter. It had little effect on the Bahukatsu ninjas and master Jade wearing their armor that served as a shield from the discomforting atmosphere. Everyone was ready for what was going to ensue. “I am ready to die, Dreygo, but it won’t be easy without the angel,” Belrag said. “Viriel will come, for that I am sure. But do not get too cocky without him. I might surprise you.” Dreygo responded. “Do you know what my capability is?” The Demon Lord asked. “Dancing?” Dreygo chuckled. “You are funny, Death Harbinger. This
Zi Lok Fortress, Tsi Luen, Cheena, Earth *** The Demon Lord hung about against the wall with the Death Sword still plunged through his chest. The grotesque form of a lifeless body had spoken, with the mocking face it wore. "You missed my head, Dreygo. You know that, right? The way to truly kill us is by severing our brains." Belrag chuckled. He slowly dislodged the two Kunais from his forehead and dropped them on the floor. The sounds of those metallic weapons clanged against the wooden floor. Belrag pushed himself away from the wall but the sword still lodged through his chest. Everybody was silent, looking at Belrag. The surprise was written on their faces. "I like this sword. What is its death count? A million?" Belrag said as he pulled the sword out from his chest. Blood continued to flow together with the sword, he was spluttering in the process. The horrendous scenery made other ninjas rose their food up to their mouths. "I won't make that same mistake again," Dreygo said
Tengzu, Tsi Luen, Cheena***Saturday. Alyssa grunted at the heavy groceries she had with her both hands, placed in a plastic bag, as she sprinted from the wet market together with her foster home's guardian, Miss Wendy. It was a few weeks since her mother died during the attack of Demon Lord of Wrath in the municipality of Tengzu. Her home also was destroyed by the assassin’s attack prior to the wreck brought by Zerath. As per judicial policy, every orphaned child, if the child was below the legal age, shall be directly sent to the nearest Foster home within their respective municipality. Alyssa had no choice but to get on with the system. “No to Martial Law!” One woman screamed with placards on her hand at the side of the curb Looting had increased as people panicked from the notion of the “End of the World” premise. Major Cities on the western side of the planet were at war and Cheena had undergone tremendous unrest about a drug that would turn users into killing machines. It w
Zi Lok Fortress, Tsi Luen *** “Here I come. I will attack your most vulnerable.” Belrag mused with a face grimaced in immense pain. “I am not used to this human body.” He continued, coughing blood. “My most vulnerable? I have not found it yet.” Dreygo said. “Really? Well, think again.” Belrag responded. The Demon Lord was still regaining from the damage he took from his hip. His blood still spluttering from his mouth as well as from his open wound. Then he lifted his sword forward, pointing to the Death Harbinger. The fire had started to engulf his body, creeping like snakes. As the flames passed on portions of his body, it vanished. He started to use his invisibility again. “Another coward move, Belrag.” Dreygo laughed softly. "Cowardice is neglecting who you really are and having nothing to do with it but fighting against it. You are a Demon, a Death Harbinger and you are fighting on the wrong side. You are the coward one!” “Your mind is crazy as it is corrupted. There is
Zi Lok Fortress, Tsi Luen, Cheena *** His saliva flooded his mouth. The color of his eyes turned black but the rage within him had been suppressed. He had control over the urge that invaded his being. Even he was surprised to have controlled this transformation. His training paid off, fortunately. The Mental chamber had taught him to conjure this power to feed by his free will. Not only the urge to feed that increased in this transformation but also his strength and his speed had given him a portion of the Demon Lord of Gluttony’s power. “What is this? Your eyes and your skin turned dark. This is impossible!” Belrag’s voice raised, agitated with what he witnessed. “This is Ashmoth’s power. The Lord of Gluttony. I know you are familiar with this capability.” Dregyo mused. “How could you control that power here? It is impossible to have conjured that here on Earth. Are you sure you can handle that here? You could kill everyone, including your friends.” Belrag continued. “Nah. I do
Unkown location, Northern Continent, Earth *** A slender young lady, on her mid-twenties, wore only a loose shirt and tattered jeans amidst the coldest season of the north side of the planet. The heart-shaped beautiful face she had, deceptive enough to lure men into admiration. She sat on a high rock, above a hill on the edge of a steep cliff where below was a deadly and rocky chasm covered in ice cold snow. She squatted on the rock, her back slouched, leveraged by her slender hands behind her. The cold wind continuously caressing her body, her cheeks felt shivers and her eyes had stood strong against the blinding chill of the harsh and sharp breeze. She trained her eyes to the patch of forest blanketed in snow, and the dark gray overcast, thick clouds covering the shy sunlight, and the treacherous valley that strewn below the hill. “You must miss Hell,” A voice loomed behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled to the man who wore a business suit. “I might be. But I sta
It was the rain that woke Dreygo up. The gentle drops of the rain like small drums on his small hut roof had struck him with nostalgia. His head rang hard as if he had been asleep for years. His knees teetered as he tried to stand from the bed and found himself leaning against the wooden wall. His energy was drained maybe from the long slumber, he thought. He tried to think of something, but he knew that the world he was in was not a memory, nor the past, it was a new world. The feeling of nostalgia had suddenly visited him, escorted with pain, and depression. The reason was vague for the emotion he had experienced. He feared ever digging further into the root of what rumbled inside his stomach, deep in his thoughts something had lingered. He knew only sadness was waiting for him if he ever fathomed the reason. He took gentle strides outside the bedroom, his sole felt cold against the wooden floor. The woodwork was great, greater than he could ever build. The shack was small, and the
“Elaine, start the incantations!” Viriel suggested. “We will triangulate him.” Elaine opened the book of Forbidden Spells. “Dreygo ready your weapon.” “Wait! You said, there is a sacrifice, what is it?” “Do not to worry, Dreygo. Just do your thing. Keep Kragus weak and I will do the rest. Viriel, hold him again with your vines. He had no powers at the moment but we have very little window of opportunity here.” Viriel summoned again the vines, now they were deadly as ever as Anacondas in the deep rivers of Amathon. The pointy sharp tips of the vines like-blades, weaved through Kragus's body. Kragus incinerated them eventually, but it gave a heavy toll on God as his knees trembled right after. “You can all stop what you are doing, and I will reward the three of you. Kings and Queen of realms. You will have power and riches you can never imagine.” Kragus tempted, his words bubbled with blood. “Stop with your lies, Kragus. You are going to die now.” Dreygo said as he stabbed his swor
The Portal Keepers were giants riding with horses twice as large as cattle. They did not speak; their presence spoke for themselves. Their empty rustic helms held no face, only a long mantle of torn cloth that covered their bodies. Skeleton arms were mounted with rustic armor and gauntlets that held their weapons. Kragus was even silenced as their horses set foot on the ground. They stopped neighing and the horses stared at Kragus with a deadly intent and one portal keeper glanced at Dreygo. The harbinger was stunned by their presence as if one move would kill him instantly. He could not read their intentions, their plans, or how they fight, they just stood there as if they were greater than the God in front of them. The Hag finally drowned in her own blood and dropped dead to the ground. Elaine released a heavy sigh after their skirmish of black magic. She won, defeated a Century-old witch but it gave out a large toll on her. Weakly she stood against Viriel but happiness was plastere
“Now, Dreygo. This will be my last offer. Are you going to join me or join your comrades who had died in battle?” Kragus asked. He recovered and a mantle of aura could be sensed from afar. The Seer was beside him, delivering the Ferrum Minus back to God’s hand. “Welcome back, Lord Kragus.” The Seer whispered. “The clock is ticking, Dreygo. What are you going to do? I do not have time to wait all day. There is so much to do.” “Just kill me now, Kragus. I do not want to join with the likes of you. A scum to the realms! You made me what I am today, and you have shared your power. This does not give you the right that you can bend my principles. Kill me, if you don’t, I will kill you.” Dreygo answered. “So, you are determined to keep your decision on taking a God like me, even if it's impossible. Dreygo, I like your persistence. You have come this far and become the most powerful being in Hell, second to me. It is sure that I admired you, even from the start. You are my creation and my
As the Nocturnals and Kragus’ fight pressed on without any form of stoppage, the ground shook hard, an earthquake, so strong and abrupt. It was not because of their fight but something more dubious happening underneath them. The ground cracked and depressed as if they were pulled down to a hollow space underground. Dreygo ran himself to safety to where the cracks stopped. The birds flew everywhere as if the whole mountain was shaken. The fight between the Hell god and the Nocturnals had stopped momentarily. Something burst out from beneath the center of the crater and suddenly, vines sprouted. They grew so fast as if their growth were accelerated a billion times more than normal. The vines became larger as they emerged and crawled towards the air vertically. They intertwined so grotesquely but beautifully; one could not understand the combination of the natural design with less feeble-minded beings lesser than the gods. As it grew almost a kilometer high, the branches sprouted outwar
“I know you’re out there, Dreygo!” Kragus called out. His voice was fierce but calm, but somewhat tired like a man drank too much but could still hold his composure. The Hell God sauntered closer towards where Dreygo was hidden, his sword dragged against the ash ground. Dreygo went out from the shadow of the boulder and made himself visible to his enemy. His beast transformation was still intact, it was a good thing he thought. Now, the only question that flooded his thoughts, can he defeat the weakened Hell God? or was it another Hell God’s misdirection. He had to secure victory for this fight and should give his all, no second chances, otherwise it would mean the end of the three realms. “Well done, Kragus. You have proven yourself the most powerful of all three realms. Then, what’s next? Sit yourself on the throne and turn the realms like hell?” Dreygo responded. “We will cross the bridge when we get there, Dreygo. The offer still stands. Stand by me and you will become a God. I
It was too late. The Kraken was only a diversion and Arkeus had fixated his attention on killing it. Even Dreygo and Sarakiel had bought the same distraction. It gave ample time for Kragus to rally strength to conjure his ultimate weapon. His Solar Flare and Hell Freeze combined. Flame as bright and hot as the sun and frozen wind gust freezing everything it touches, both phenomena in one plane on opposite sides and Kragus was at the center. It created a dome around the two Gods, it was faint at first, but it became more visible as time passed.A dome made of flame and cold chilling air combined, it seemed that Kragus’ ultimate power was a God killer, Dreygo thought. The look on Arkeus’ face was stunned and surprised. Dreygo and Sarakiel was outside of the dome, but they could see passed through it. Dreygo could not explain but the dome was horrific to look at. Never in all his waking life had seen such powers of opposite character were merging into one. Even science could not fathom a
The Templar’s Hall cracked open as two Gods clashed each other with their unfathomable might. Kragus summoned a flame that engulfed his arms and Arkeus with his wind and lighting on both palms and with tremendous speed and energy, everything was devastated as both clashed together.And as the dust settled, the two gods were both gone, only the rays of the sky light shone through the devastated ceiling. Sarakiel had difficulty in standing up as his skin was burnt. But he was healing. Dreygo followed as he jumped through the ceiling and landed on the garden outside the hall. He found them just over the outskirts of the city boundaries as the clash continued, just at the foot of the mountain Stoic.He could feel the small quakes of the ground trembled below his feet. Lightning came and a gush of a deadly wind all in one place where the fight transpired. Flames and Ice also towered as assumed Kragus with his attacks. Dreygo ran towards to where the fight took place. It would take him ten
Just right before Dreygo had to jump for an attack, Kragus faced him and said, “Remember, Dreygo. Remember, who you serve and remember the stakes for killing me. I know you have prepared on the knowledge of conjuring the Forbidden spell.” The Hell God smiled. It gave Dreygo a jolt of memory of the powers the coursed through his veins were just borrowed from the Hell God.Sarakiel sauntered to the dead angel bodies and took one sword lying on the ground. Without hesitation Sarakiel moved almost unnoticed by Dreygo as the former grasped the sword. Sarakiel poured everything on his sword attacks, even shouting at every strike. Dreygo could feel the heavy reverberations of steel hitting against steel in an incredible showcase of skill. It was intense and fast. But Kragus just defended them all with his sword, wide and light, almost effortless and without even delivering a single counter attack himself. As if Kragus was just observing or relaxing as their skirmish lengthened. It was seemin