Nethaniel knew about the underground tunnels. They have set traps below them. Traps that could kill an army and collapse the tunnel in between Decadia and Manuheim. Nethaniel coordinated with War generals to increase the scouts at eight-kilometer radial distance from the shields and possible entry points inside the city. They continued monitoring on Mierka Mountains, treacherous hills from Decadia to Manuheim for anticipating the enemy spies. The dark cloud that swirled above the Demon army increased its size and every minute of it gave horror to the angel warriors. But these warriors do not succumb to their fears. Fear to them was lesser Faith and it had to be eliminated for one should portray loyalty to Heaven and its Supreme. The greater your Faith, the greater was your loyalty to the Supreme, and eventually the lesser fear. They were trained for hundreds of years, some of them half of a millennium to become better warriors for this coming war. Nethaniel do not fear of a million D
The tremors had loomed, shaking the ground stronger. The march came into a sprint as Nethaniel assumed. It grew stronger and stronger each time every waking minute. The war generals continued their words of motivation. Faith was mentioned a few more in all their statements. Nethaniel heard the prayers of the angel warriors grew stronger and all were addressed to Arkeus. The prayers remained unanswered but he could feel the air of Lord Arkeus’ grace had mantled the atmosphere provided comfort and strength and the motivation to offer life for the realm, for the balance, and for the pursuit of peace. Nethaniel thought of Dreygo and Elaine. Such participants were vital for the possibility of conjuring the spell as a solution to the worst scenario. A life for a life was the bargain that Elaine and Dreygo accepted. All Demon Lords should perish for the forbidden spell to work. With such greed and chaos, a sacrifice is a must but it should be worth it. For eternal peace, he th
The First Realm Wars, Four Milleniums from the start of civilization on Earth (Ecclestas Era), had given history a lesson - Even as a god, an architect of worlds, could fall to the levels of humans, letting Greed take him over; a sin far older than these deities. The battle took place in Hornstrong, before the time of The Gate where portals can be opened anywhere in Heaven Realm. It took a hundred thousand Angel warriors in defense and five hundred thousand Demon warriors as the conquerors. Kragus had his Demon Lords and Arkeus had his First Generation Ranking Angels. Zudkiel and Ezek where the first ranking angels of the First Angel Warrior generation and second ranking angel warriors – Stoic and Mierka (Where the names of our famous mountains came from in memory of the fallen). The battle took place with insurmountable magnitude force crashing against each other until the other breaks. The fight shook the Heaven realm. Lord Nebirus of Earth and Lord Arkeus of Heaven f
The tremors ended after an assembly of two hundred thousand demons spread like grains in the sand before them. A vast army one could see but such number only matched the Angel Warriors who only slightly suffered from the first waves of the worms and of the wraiths. Nothing to fear, Nethaniel thought. But with his great discomfort loomed not from the army assembled on the front but the concerns on their rears. The Large pylon that powered their shields that only five hundred best warriors guarding them. Thinking of the traitors and of warden Ezek, they can easily infiltrate through their defenses and high probability of destroying the crystal, hence nullifying their shields. The Warmammoths came forward as the demon army divided to provide such wide pathways for the gargantuan beasts. Their stomps could kill forty demons with one step. Their heights ranging from fifty meters to seventy. Their horns, not that of elephants but sharp Enchantium blades that can slice an entire tower
“I see you make fine traps. You are known for it, traitor.” Nethaniel said without struggling his feet for freedom. He knew freedom was not a price for the taking this time.“You are so predictable, Nethaniel. You are always a good soldier of Lord Arkeus.” Melekai appeared from the dark. His silver armor gleamed against the faint light at the center of the room. He wafted his sword playfully in front of him. A mischievous grin curved on his expression as if it never left.“Why choose the wrong side, Melekai? Huh! You are always jealous of Viriel to be the best among the third ranks. Now, you will prove yourself to be better by siding with a Hell god and seeking an opportunity to fight against Viriel? It doesn’t make any sense.”“Nothing made sense, Nethaniel. Fighting Viriel is not in my agenda, Nethaniel. Lord Arkeus is hiding the truth from us. I discovered it through the rumors in the High Academes. I have visited Skullgorn and talked with the professors in prison who speak the tru
The underground Keep tremored with a strength exceeds a normal earthquake. The lights inside the keep blinked, testing the integrity of the underground circuitry. Dreygo glanced at Viriel, his wife and daughter were surprised and worry had plastered on their innocent faces. The dangers lurked outside the outskirts of the Capital and death was nigh had given Dreygo gooseflesh. The most awaited moments for Centuries in hell that only in dreams he could relish, now it’s in the grasp within his hands.For few hours they had been talking but it seemed it was a short while. Lyka shared their momentous days in Heaven and all the good it gave them even with a simple life. Maria prepared food for them, her best soup recipe but with a twist. She had mastered home cooking as she had the best teachers in the realm and of course Centuries of practice.All the Harbinger did was listen, smile, and it was the happiest moments of his life ever since Hell. His lifelong dream came true, a faint gleam of
A high building, almost reaching the ocher skies, collapsed near the location of the Keep. A precipitous maelstrom and explosions were heard from afar. It was Nethaniel. He held no room for mercy in this time of war, or defeat will succumb him. Kill or be killed was the famous mantra during these times. Dreygo understood this, it was always what he held during his years as a Harbinger. Killing was the only way to survive and the only way to acquire power in a dreadful place. Somewhat he was at war every single minute. Even his restful sleep could not be considered as restful. A thirty-minute nap could be dangerous for him, constantly moving.The Nocturnals heaved the caves and mountains, thus hiding amongst them was not also feasible. Nocturnals kill everything to all beings unlike them. He suddenly remembered them in the tunnels, hiding and waiting for the most opportune moment.The Heaven Army bellowed in chaos and fear. He felt worry had blanketed the vast ranks but not obviously f
The wrath of wraiths ended with minimal casualties. Dreygo killed two that flew near him. The auburn clouds had vanished and the sky dimmed gradually. The march of a million demon army shook not only the grounds of Manuheim but also the hearts and faith of the warriors. A rain of fire came down from the dark swirling clouds that dimmed the overcast. Screams and shouts, even the sounds of writhing demon souls could be overheard at a three-kilometer distance. They covered the wide vista in front of them, covering the foot of Stoic and Mierka mountains.Giant silhouettes of Kraken floated overhead the ranks of demons as if they were swimming as air like water to them. The Generals shouted, ‘All in formation’. The crew replaced the charge batteries of photon cannons. The atmosphere became gloomy and fearful, Dreygo felt it, swimming in the air like virus.“Viriel, we cannot let the Krakens come near us. Or we will be crushed!” Dreygo said.“I’ll send word to the Generals.” Viriel did it t
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