Uncontrollable shivers crept all over Dreygo’s body and his hands were cold as ice as the airplane descended fast and turned to position itself for a landing towards the wide airstrip of Tsi Luen Airport. Elaine noticed it as she glanced at Dreygo with a paled face from the moment the airplane abruptly ascended to the sky from the runway. Dreygo did not care to eat meals offered by the stewardess and just sat still, almost motionless, impatiently waiting for the flight to end. His food from the previous meal lifted as the plane did its abrupt descend. He could taste the chicken sauce that flooded his tongue. Elaine smiled at him and he wanted to give Dreygo some comfort as she saw him perspiring like a leaking faucet on Dreygo’s forehead. Dreygo never had driven before an airplane, only horses and wagons during his time on Earth. The medieval times were an uncomfortable place and era to live as Dreygo had recollected, comparing to the comfort that the modern time pro
High-rise buildings, overpasses, roads intertwined from below and above, numerous lights, billboards, and so much more flitted in the eyes of Dreygo. He kept it to himself but Elaine and Viriel knew that Dreyo was flabbergasted with the sights he experienced. Tsi Luen City was a colorful city and the economy was booming compared to Derunia City – dry and heaved with residential housing that mixed with medium scale enterprises. Modern structures and establishments in Tsi Luen had large LED screens that would appear that the building was a large Television or was moving, which fascinated Dreygo.The rain poured hard against their vehicle and it made the ambient temperature cooler. Dreygo loved the feeling. The coldness, the view, the way the humans portrayed love as they greeted their loved ones at the airport, a driving force grew that his mission should be accomplished. A mission to stop Kragus from destroying Earth.As their vehicle stopped at a red traffic ligh
Siren sounds of police cars and firetrucks surpassed the music volume of all the advertisements on digital billboards. Barricades were placed surrounding the exploded car. Dreygo and Viriel were oblivious to the assassin’s move. It was the doing of the cunning Zi Lok’s assassin to divert their attention and left Elaine behind the room, defenseless. Elaine approached the room hurriedly as she heard the housekeeper’s call. By instinct, she peeped at the door’s hole before she opened the door. She saw nobody conspicuous looking at the peephole but she knew that somebody was out there as she pressed her ear to the wooden door. She heard faint breathing. She did not respond to the call and she suddenly remembered Zi Lok’s reach and capabilities. Moreover, the man gawking at them at the airport. There was nowhere to hide and there was only one thing she could think of. She must contact Dreygo and Viriel. But both did not possess a mobile phone. So, she hurried to the balcony and closed the
The deafening sound of alarm alerted the people in the Xianchi hotel. Another batch of Rescuers and bomb squads invaded the place and every customer was evacuated outside, a block away from the building. Elaine and Viriel carried Dreygo as the latter was half-conscious toward the taxi. Blood continuously dripped at Dreygo’s shirt as he coughed blood and suffered minute lacerations caused by flown cement particles during the blast. There was no need for hospitalization for the Harbinger for he could heal faster than human beings. He could feel pain but his body could regenerate itself at an accelerated pace. The Taxi driver, a lanky old man, complained about Dreygo’s condition that blood might stain his car seat covers. Viriel negotiated with the driver and gave him extra bucks for any trouble that would cause him. The driver had a different language which made Viriel difficult to communicate. In the end, Viriel used his power to make the Driver peacefully submit and accept the paym
Dreygo grimaced in pain as the water trickled down on his lacerated skin. His eyes fluttered and all he saw was the blurred image of a concerned Elaine face hovering above his vision. He felt the cold air penetrating freely on his skin and then realized that he was naked and lying on the cushion bed as his wounds were attended to. He did not complain. He had no energy to do so. “You are alright,” Elaine said. Her voice muffled in the Harbinger's hearing. He felt weak but better as he felt comfort when Elaine’s warm hands gently touched his body. He wanted to move and get on with his mission but his body and mind urged him otherwise. Every inch of his body was engulfed with pain and exhaustion. His Earthly body was not used to the pain like what he used to experience in hell. This body could perish. His soul would be sent back to hell, back to a humanoid demon, stripped from his power as a Death Harbinger. Recklessness was not an option from now on. Sheer strength and willpower wer
Dreygo was suddenly awoken by his dreams of the past. The unending cries, screams, and wafting sea of flames flooded his dreams. His shirt was soaked wet with sweat and Elaine peacefully slept on the floor with only the extra sheets that comforted her. He looked for Viriel but there was no sign of him. The faint light of the morning sun found its way through in between the blinds. He tried to stretch his body, his arms outward, and a slight discomfort felt as freshly healed wounds on his chest. It seemed forever that he slept that numbed his feet as he tried to place them on the floor. He grabbed a glass of water on the side table and drank it whole. The water only filled his stomach but not his hunger. “Elaine.” He called and coughed right after. She did not flinch and continued with her sleep, her mouth slightly opened. Dreygo glanced at her and urged him to stare at her slightly shown midriff as her white shirt unconsciously lifted. The sheets covered most of her legs but slight
The breeze carried dust and wafted in between them and the Assasin. The neighborhood was surprisingly empty but seemed to hide behind their homes as petrified to become witnesses of an ensuing murder. Even though Dreygo still felt the pain looming from his newly healed wounds, he should overcome this fearsome adversary. 'How could he know our current location?' Dreygo thought. He could not grasp the thought of how the Assassin could have followed them. He assumed technology had contributed a great part to his hunt. “Over my dead body!” Dreygo responded strongly as if trying to intimidate. “Certainly.” The assassin said while he took two knives from his vest. The technique he holds the knives was to throw them at his targets. Dreygo knew this. Knives were their secondary weapons during medieval times. Unfortunately, the Ferrum Minus was not with him. It was in the car. ‘I had to sacrifice my body to cover Elaine from possible attacks.’ Dreygo assessed He anticipated the assassin
The moon was high beyond the delicate grey hues of clouds. Tsi Luen City lights danced colorfully that refracted intricately against towering structures. Beneath the beautiful scenery, lay underground darkness that deteriorated the core of the said City. The Zi Lok Triad contributed most of its underground endeavors, not only corrupting the system but infecting them subtly with Demonic influence. Beyond the heart of the city, towns were quieter which was an opportune place for clandestine activities. Fear had directed the people to give a blind eye to witness Zi Lok’s operations which made them safe from the eyes of the fearsome Triad. Two three-story buildings provided a small alley in between them that made seven police officers sneak along. Their positions were concealed by prying eyes. Faint illumination was provided by the few lamps spaced farther that hardly served its purpose. The bright lights of the city could not penetrate the girth of the alley and civilians were rarely pr
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