Nathaniel woke up quite early. He wanted to do a lot so he did not waste time. He went down the stairs and was slightly surprised to see that Sara was talking with some stranger. The person who she was talking to was a middle aged man who wore some simple leather armour. His expression could tell that he was not bringing good news and Sara did not look too happy while he spoke. Nate approached her only when she was done and the man left. "What's up?" "What's up!? Tsk... That guy who I just talked with is a city guard and he was kind enough to report to me that one of my knights was found dead close to twenty minutes ago..." Nate didn't look too surprised. "Oh? What happened to him?" "Cultists, most likely. From what I gathered he was ambushed when he, for whatever unknown reason, left the tavern for a walk. F*cking moron! I would kill him myself if I could for being so stupid!" 'Hmm... so my initial guess about their strategy seems to be right...' "Where there any witnesses? I
In the dark alley Nathaniel was standing over a small, young girl. She looked no older than twelve. Her pitch-black, messy hair was long enough to reach the ground and that maybe shouldn't be thought of as special considering the fact that she was currently kneeling and looking at her hands covered with her own blood. The clothes that she was wearing were torn. Her body was full of bruises, scratches and cuts, not to mention she looked malnourished. "You okay kid?" Nathaniel asked a very stupid question, nevertheless that caused the girl to finally look up. Her eyes were completely devoid of emotion and Nate could see his own reflection on them. That sight seemed to have finally soften his heart a little. He raised his arm over her head and chanted some spell. A green light appeared that seemed to nourish her body. Her wounds quickly disappeared and some colour returned to her dry face. 'I don't trust myself with healing her directly with my chant less magic but that spell I remem
On the western side of the city, in a place where not many people lived there located was a church that seemed to be long abandoned by its owners. The church was small but built of proper stone and although the time was not kind to it the building still gave an impressive and holy feeling. However, the inside of the church was the complete opposite and it definitely was not empty despite people believing it to be so. The first thing a person would notice upon entering would be that the air felt strangely different compared to the outside. Evil and twisted would be the perfect words to describe it. The whole place gave a feeling of dread. "Everything is going according to our plan Cult Leader. They still have no idea where we are and killing them one by one should by quite fun. Hahaha!" "Exactly! That b*tch of a Grand Master thinks that we operate from the outside of the city and has no clue that we practically control the entire city from the shadows! I would love to see her cute
Nathaniel was standing in the middle of a church. He was completely surrounded by the cultists but no fear was present on his face instead he appeared to be full of confidence. "Why are you so silent all of a sudden?" Vincent was looking intensely at Nate, as if trying to see through something. "You want to work with us? Are you joking with us? Aren't you one of those good guys?" "Good guys!? Hahahaha!" Nate started to laugh maniacally like he heard the most hilarious thing ever. Meanwhile the robed man that was in charge of observing Nate earlier approached the Cult Leader, clearly wanting to say something. "Cult Leader?" "Tsk… what is it?" "I wanted to say it earlier but that guy, umm… he burned over a hundred people like ten minutes ago" "What!?" Vincent was visibly shocked and Nate overhearing the conversation finally stopped laughing. "Ah! Right, I did burn those bastards!" "You…" The Cult Leader wanted to question him but after seeing the crimson red glow in his eye
Nathaniel was content with himself. He just tricked a demon! The only thing he needed to do was to summon him and he would get what he wants. 'Wait! How do I summon a demon!?' Nate just now realized he had no idea how to do so. 'F*ck!' In panic he turned to the slowly fading projection of Modric. "Hey! Mr. Demon how do I summon you though!?" "What!? You don't know this!?" The high demon started to panic as well. He had no intention of waiting anymore and seemed to make a hard decision in a split of a second. "Tsk... just take this. Note it belongs to me so don't get too happy" As he said so a book appeared out of nowhere and floated mid air. It slowly made its way to Nathaniel. "What is this?" Nate was intrigued by the book. Its cover was entirely black and an evil aura was coming out of it. He opened it and was stunned to find that the book had a seemingly infinite number of pages. "Stop playing with it! That's the book of knowledge, the greatest artifact I possess! I t
City of Tristam had a certain beauty that only a small city could have. The atmosphere was welcoming and everything seemed to go its own slow way. There was no hurry nor anything big happening. Everything was always peaceful and calm or at least that was the case till recently. The city centre and its small market could be called the heart of the city. Since Tristam was so small most people supplied themselves there. Everyone that desired new clothing, food or any other oddities went to that exact same place. Nobody expected the tragedy that came to them so suddenly on this seemingly tranquil market. It all started with a thief being punished and then with fire... a sea of fire. Nobody really knew what happened there for certain but some rumours spread nonetheless. Some blamed the cultists, some thought that the thief was cursed or something of that calibre. Tristam was small and everyone heard at least one rumour of what happened there but the most popular rumour was that a demon a
Madness. Tristam became a city of madness... The entire city looked as if hell descended. Houses, shops, churches, everything flammable was on fire and the night looked as bright as a day. From the sky the view of the burning city looked so beautiful even the roman emperor Nero wouldn't dare compare it to Rome's great fire. However, the closer to the city the more its beauty turned to horror. The once calm streets of Tristam now overflowed with rivers of crimson blood. Parents were killing their families and children ran with knifes as if they were toys. Some laughed, some had dull expressions but all killed each other without reason nor any hesitation. Of course, not everyone was mind controlled but even they were forced to kill in order to defend themselves. Some formed groups, some barricaded themselves in their houses and hid from the 'lunatics'. Not a lot of 'sane' people were left though. In just the first hour of this massacre the population of the city was reduced to less th
Nathaniel was standing at the centre of the church. He was busy directing the harnessed soul energy into the summoning array. The amount of focus required to do so was not a joke. Sweat and fatigue could be seen on his face. He was doing it for over an hour after all.“Tsk... It better be worth it. How much longer?”“We are almost done”Standing behind Nate was Vincent. He was overseeing everything and making sure everything went as planned.“Easy for you to say”“Just look there and stop complaining!”Vincent was slightly irritated by Nathaniel’s nagging and pointed at the middle of the formation. There a small fissure in space could be seen. It was visibly growing in size.“Finally! He sure likes to take his time”Nathaniel seemed motivated by this and focused even more on directing the energy. He was lacking just a tiny bit to finish it though.“Goddam it! Can’t they hurr-”He wanted to complain about the cultists not doing their job but was interrupted mid-sentence by a loud explo