The Northerners camped outside the sphere as Corvius kept himself locked inside his ice palace. The Northerners were already getting quite antsy, but they knew what sort of man Corvius was. They knew that he would not hesitate to cut them down if they met him at the wrong time. So none of them tried to make any moves. And at the same time, they actually expected the generals to do something.The generals on the other hand were as confused as the rest of the people, and Korah was especially antsy. She could be seen walking around, her sword clashing with her shield as she bounced with such Grace and splendor. She was terrific to look at, and all other northerners knew she was probably the toughest of the generals.Korah heaved again. Leif, the third general was nowhere to be found and Obaro was there somewhere but he was busy arranging or commanding the troops. She wanted to speak to someone, and the fact that there was no one for her to talk to made her even more crazy.She groaned an
Asmodeus watched as Corvius stepped closer. He could tell the king was furious. As Corvius approached, Asmodeus noticed that the ground beneath him froze with each step he took. The energy emitting from his body seemed to get colder and colder with each step, and Asmodeus stood up, getting ready for an attack if any.The demon gazed into Corvius' eyes. There was something there that had been missing all these years, and that was ferocity. Asmodeus could see the beast hiding beneath the carcass of a man, he could see the devil making his way into the world, and he could see someone greater and stronger than he was.That terrified him. He saw something he did not want to admit, the fact that he who had thought he was the Master was the puppet. He was beneath the man in all ways, and before he knew it, Asmodeus was dragged into a memory from there years back, the day which everything changed for him and the world.***(3 years ago)Asmodeus gasped as he opened his eyes. Next came the whe
"Where is this place?"Asmodeus asked Corvius as they stepped through the wall. The wall was not what Asmodeus had expected. He thought he would be enveloped in something pungent, but to him, it was a simple wall of smoke. He was not even sure if he was actually on earth, for the weird feeling he was having was still lingering."This is the northern kingdom. A people banished from society centuries ago. This is our home, our fortress. This is a place that no human ought to visit. Or a demon."Corvius added slowly and gazed at Asmodeus."Then, how am I here?" Asmodeus asked."I brought you here.""With your magic? How is that possible? You cannot achieve something like that. And how do you have a dragon?"Asmodeus asked. It felt so terrible that he did not have the answers he sought. He had to depend on a stranger for clues. But he looked at Corvius. The king was quite naive, and that was something he was ready to capitalize on."I have the ability to absorb magic. But it has its limit
(Present moment)Asmodeus watched Corvius carefully as the latter walked closer. He knew better than to get the mad king angry at that time. The emptiness and the silence in the ethereal realm were even more surreal than what Asmodeus had suggested, and now that the mad king was there, it seemed like silence had taken a stand behind him.Corvius shuddered with anger. His chest heaved up and down as he tried to keep his cool, desperately trying his best to make sure that he did not, out of anger, destroy Asmodeus at that particular moment."Asmodeus, were you hiding from me?" Corvius asked as he approached. Asmodeus said nothing. He just kept watching as Corvius began to circle him."Asmodeus, were hiding from me?" He asked again, his patience slowly testing the waters."And why would I need to hide from you, Corvius? Did I do something wrong?" Asmodeus asked and Corvius chuckled.He was not ready for mind games. Perhaps he should just destroy the demon and be done with it. Besides, he
Cara was not so sure she should tell Miranda what she was about to say. She knew that eventually, Alastair would tell her but she wanted to get a head start. She did not want Alastair to go. She wanted Alastair to remain in Elderien. She was scared, and if there was anyone who could change Alastair's mind, it was Miranda-his queen, the love of his life, and the woman he was going to marry."What is it, Cara? What's wrong?" Miranda asked Cara whose breath shuddered. She did not know what sort of repercussions it would have, but maybe it won't have any. maybe things will just return to how it was.Besides, the cat was definitely going to shove out of the bag eventually. It was only a matter of time."Alastair is about to embark on a very dangerous journey, and I do not want him to go because it is too unstable and it could take his life. He does not want to listen to me. I thought perhaps you could convince him to stay."Cara said to Miranda, and as expected, she saw a frown on Miranda'
"Cara..."Alastair said and sighed. Of course, it had to be her. Perhaps she had thought that Miranda might be able to talk him out of the mission. She was a crafty girl, and for some strange reason, Alastair felt Proud of her attempts."She sent you to dissuade me, did she not?" Alastair asked Miranda who sat down on a chair. The chair was an antique, probably a hundred years old. It had Been sitting in the room for many years before Alastair renovated and took over. The chair was also one of his favorites."Should I dissuade you?" Miranda asked him. "Look, Alastair, I understand that you want to save the kingdom and you think that whatever is happening is your fault, but it is not. These just happened. If there is anyone to blame for this, it is me. I am the Queen and I failed to keep my people safe. It is all on me..."She started but Alastair quickly rushed to her and shushed her. Miranda exhaled as Alastair planted a kiss on her forehead. She felt confident and safe like nothing
What the hell was she doing? Was she even doing the right thing? Miranda found herself asking as she stood face to face with the man that would soon become her husband. She gazed into Alastair's eyes and saw the good man she had fallen in love with all those years ago, the man that would not hesitate to put himself on the line to protect her.He was much younger then, but his energetics had not changed. He was still the same man, clothed with both light and darkness...the darkness. That was what kept Miranda thinking especially. She gazed at him again and remembered everything that had happened in the past. The pain he caused when he went dark, the years it took to make absolutions, the deaths.And yet again, he was going on a mission, a mission which she did not even know if he would return from. It was dangerous, and she knew that even if she told him not to go, Alastair would still go nonetheless. No one could really control him. Not even her. Alastair was in his head most of the
The room was cozy and Miranda loved the weather, she was wearing a lilac flower-printed straight dress, with puff hands, her hair was packed up in a messy bun and her feet were bare. She sat on the chair in front of the dresser table with a mirror, applying ointment on her face and above all, admiring herself. She was a beauty and Alastair was a lucky man.Thinking about Alastair, she realized she hadn’t given him a positive response yet, despite their love for one another, Miranda wondered was what holding her back from saying yes to the love of her life and accept the forever is the deal thing. There was a soft knock on the door and a “swoosh” sound, not bothering to look back, Miranda shake her head.“I have told you often times not to noisily come into my room, you didn’t even wait for an answer. How rude!” Miranda chastised, even though she and Elle were friends, she deserved some respects when it comes to her privacy.“I apologize, my dearest Queen, forgive me.” Elle bowed cu