Oh it seems these feral beasts are starting to bear their twisted fangs, snarling at those who took their falling pack member and made his hands finally touch the cold palms of death , nice people believe, Well at least the ones I've met, very professional never mind that you don't have to worry about that for a while...I hope at least. Back to the subject at hand, it seems like the a holy touch of the 'Madman' Bocaj's warlike elemental rage has started to catalyse like in the old days…Not surprising knowing who he made his name under that is of course...Oh yes the False Heroes have started their crusade against the people of these lands,. The winds are churning around this place of squalor, revealing in the dirt to the cleansing power of the harsh radiates of life giving sun.
The streets filled with beautiful colours of flames taking over the buildings like kindling, showing the usually dark cradle that only lets in the light of it's choice, now showing it's old and withered vines sickly green colouration, Slightly steaming from the rising heat making a smoke cloud that started taking the whole city, permeating the putrid smell of dead vegetation being thrown on the compost fire, Orelia sees this from the top of the now burning market high street, people flailing to put out the different colours before going limp around her, the smell of scorched skin started to fill the air and entering her nose making her gag, turning she sees Wilt over standing the dead burning carcass looking like he was ready to take a bite before being smacked on the head by the girl,
''What do ya think you're doing?! We have work to do so move!''
''Okay sorry...instincts ya know..''
She leaned in close with fury in her eyes,
''I catch you trying that again in front of me I will kill you. Got it?''
''Ohhh sorry but you ain't marrying Willabaar anytime soon so I don't think you will be giving me orders girlie.''
The two's heads were clashed before looking back at the large bright light coming from the west of the separation point, making Wilt think out loud,
''That looked like either you...Or Kyu...Hope he is okay.''
''Trust the birdie little man...He is way to strong for his own good already.''
She scratched at her neck at the symbol placed there but now looking different, instead of a near perfect circle to the shape of a waxing half moon, still pure white but she did not look down at this when she rubbed and Wilt looked back to the spot smiling before replying,
''Your right...Let's do what we have to then...Shaad I ask you to lend me your power...You can feast on their souls until you cannot gorge no more!''
A dark entity takes form behind Wilt ,the body shape of a Orc as he bows to the goblin before responding,
''Oh yes master I will give you every last drop, all I ask is you keep your promise...Let me gorge on them all until none stand''
Wilt looked scared to allow this but nodded in agreement before looking at Orelia, not phased by the shade that stood behind Wilt and nodded jumping down surrounded by her grey aura and Wilt being enveloped by his new minion and disappearing into the shadows below.
The crackling of the flares had now spread to the colosseum in the center where Bee still held Reev by the neck, both looking shocked at the words spoken, He put the old man down letting him catch his breath as he walked to grab the hammer and looking it over before speaking,
''I may not be a smart healer like Kyu...Or a leader like Willabaar...I'm not drenched in reserves like Orelia and no way I could be as crafty as Wilt...But there is one thing other than my strength and rage I hold over them.''
Reev, collected his breath, now sat facing the back of the demon as he continued,
''I know when people lie...You seriously don't know what your own general has been doing? My nameless god save me...Otto was ten times the leader you'll ever dream of being.''
Spitting blood, boiling away into a black stain on the cracked floor before Reev answered his critical claims against his rule,
''Agreed...My kin...betrayed me...Nomadir...Will it fall?''
Bee turned away speaking high into the air for all to hear,
''You did this...Ya let the root in ya grand old trees get so bad...Now a demon like me has been sent here, told to set everything ablaze!''
He walks towards the still sat elf, fear in his old clouded eyes, Bee lifted the hammer and rested it on his shoulder before stopping in front of him,
''That answer ya question?...My family who got attacked by a bunch of cowards worshiped the god Firendir..So just like his soul returning to the great bonfire.''
He lifted the hammer above his head with two hands, bringing it crashing down while screaming even louder,
''We will turn this place into the great bonfire his body can burn in!''
Swinging down Otto's hammer with as much power as a raging pit fiend, the blunt head of the weapon going from red to blue, green then white, igniting the very air around the weapon and leaving nothing more than black outlinings as he incinerates through his entire face, the forehead to the chin was burnt clean off showing the bone, cartilage and the muscles of his now smoking tongue. Pulling his hammer back to the side, looking down at the now split face smoking hot.
''In the words of the birdie, Something like him would say burn in the… Oh fuck it! die for killing my friend you old bastard.''
Dropping the smouldering hammer into the gaping maw of the elf, seeing it blister and pop as it descends to the ground. Reev's vocal cords were burnt, not able to scream as the sounds of gurgling filled the air. Reev went limp before Bee pulled the hammer out, searing the skin already stuck to it to cinders that float away as he brings it to his head before speaking,
''Ya name is...Hell's howl...Hope ya like it Otto.''
He stared up before seeing a bright shine across town from him, turning quick to see it shine away,
''Damn bird...Better be okay...I'll do my job so ya better do yours.''
The demon made his way to the throne before the fires took the coliseum in their grasp.
The sounds of rubble being made from the skinny streets walls were amplifying, Willabaar was spinning in the air down the alley before making his right foot be the point that hit the now shattering wall, the half-mix went back jumping again before his incantation was heard,
''The gales make anything my weapon!''
Doing a full backflip and pulling his leg back, releasing it fast like a firing pin, kicking the piece of cobblestone wall he once stood one flying back through the alleyway only to be swatted away by Treevoar, creating a cloud of dust broken by a arrow of pure emerald as it stabbed through his lower torso whole, tip piercing his back making him cough with blood splatters in his hand. Smoke now clearing to make his eyes tremble, almost making him take a knee as he saw the decaying soul of the young royal of this city, Vagnoman Hollywin holding his bow and reaching for something in a bag on his hip, Treevoar let out a quiver of his normal voice,
''But...why? We are blood remem-''
''You are only a petty spawn my father created when he opened that disgusting bar! Do you really think I wish to do this...I'm sorry...Nomadir is over.''
His hand sprung from his bag, powder of red sprinkling from his quickly drawn hand making a arrow of murky yellow that flew with the speed of a valleys gale hitting the elf again, this time through the shoulder and making him land on his back, dazed in his vision before being pierced through four times, shoulders, lower torso and chests centre, now coughing for breath but his lungs only filling will blood, his life force seeming to leave him, thinking that this was it before hearing that voice of the prince in his head again,
''Speak your last words scum. I know it was you who went after her...We saw you looking through the family tree but we thought you to be fair...My mistake but do not fret...Your death will not be for hours yet.''
The tall man now seemed so small before thinking his response back to the half-mix.
''Long live...The Hollywins...Ya piece of shit.''
Willabaar appeared from the shadows and outstretched his hand over the body of the tall man,
''Oh no...Daedalus...Keep this filth in the storm of souls and push it back into his dying form, let him experience it a thousand times or until my reserves bleed me dry...I will follow you to the end if you allow my power to be used to the potential you and father saw in me!''
The body gained veins of murky red and grey, his eyes started expanding out before exploding like traps of a old forgotten realm that wanted its secrets stored, his limbs twitching so hard they broke at the joints, his organs burned from the heated blood coursing through him making them burn through his flesh before melting entirely and the ooze now running over his body, the half-mix looked pleased before seeing a bright light appear from the east of the city before a second later disappearing, Willabaar looked down at the now abomination that had been refused death and spat on his eye socket, immediately steaming up and evaporation before he spoke,
''Seems we cannot play any longer...Enjoy your endless void for eternity big man.''
His body exploded into a splattering of blood and painting the walls surrounding them before the half-mix stretched his arms as usual and jumped to the rooftops and started making his way to where the the light was thinking to himself,
''Daedalus save me...Come on birdy what is all this?''
The space was filled with the white wisps of smoke from where the fallen one had released his light, Sounds of steel meeting is heard but the pitch and tone changed every millisecond, sounds of blood being spilled, having the same effect seemingly put over them but not a soul was in sight of the sounds of the dimensions twisting around the weapons, small shines appeared in the air as sparks of multiple colours all being stretched by the universe's gravity before fading away, blood and stream, materialising from the edges of the barrier then body's grey and dehydrated like a corpse left in a desert started collapsing in heaps of dust and plumes of ash expanded into the clouded air. Their faces twisted and cracked as if a thousand mosquitos drained the very essence of these men as quick as these bodies hit the floor, sounds of screaming erupted for a blood covered young goliath clutching at as dusty stump where his right hand once was, looking up screaming in fury which then instantly turned to fear as he saw the dry husk all around him and the fallen covered in viscera slowly approaching, eye shining a sickly green and white looking into his very soul, scrambling for a weapon the young goliath reached out for a anything to defend himself, seeing a human sized short sword that was only a couple feet way, then as he gripped the weapons handle with his left hand, going to raise it as the fallens white tipped blade passed though the young warrior forearm, twisting as he feels his tendons severed making his only remaining arm almost as crippled as his severed one, not having time to react,, A strong strike in his gut as the fallen had kicked right into his lower ribs once, again and then once more. The goliath trying uselessly to guard his wrecked body with his broken arms almost looking like a puppy being punished, whining pitifully and trying to use his legs to move away from this fallen crazed man,
"Crawling away? That's even better than grovelling at my feet for even in your own mind there is no point trying to repent."
Kyu said, taking a sideways kick on his left inner knee, hearing a satisfying crunch of cartilage as he did, then stopping for a moment to look around at the burning city.
"Oh I see now I'm not meant to end you no no, I've done my part now Crawl through this bonfire and Into safety hmm if you can that is"
The fallen said leaving the boy to his pilgrimage then looked towards where he knew his comrades to be, muttering a small prayer to himself leaving a trail of blood and viscera in his wake while the goliath looked no bigger than an ant in the pale ones shadow now.
The shadows were growing stronger in the aftermath of the fallen ones victory, now circling the goliath whose vision was starting to give out on him but he saw the shifting darkness get closer before two men came and now stood around him, before he could move a foot was sent into his neck, slamming him back on the ground, The two men were Willabaar and Wilt, Willabaar's foot pressing harder before speaking,
''Where is the Azamaar?...Before you die would be nicest...Please.''
The goliath pointed in the direction he was heading, towards the coliseum near the centre, the prince smiled and spoke again,
''Okay...He is still going on with the plan...Wilt how is the other plan going?''
''Orelia is there now, I've been setting of these fire to try and buy her time but I don't have much powder left to work with''
''Fine...go to the coliseum and help the birdie and bumble bee...I'll go help Ores.''
Wilt Nodded before pulling out his crypt scythe and sinking into the ground once more making the prince smile and think to himself,
''Ah...a fellow lurcher of the shadows now aye Wilt? That should be fun...She should be done by now so I just need to transport her to the stage...Otto...Not much longer.''
The half-mix sank into the shadows as well and slithered into the even darker streets.
The only building they see in the town, built from dark black minerals and standing an easy hundred feet tall but the large doors of vine seemed to have been drained of all life and now looked like a wilted rose, inside was cold and dark with dust now dancing from the open door letting a gust through slowly filling the giant open hall with smoke, Orelia was trying to stay low to the ground as she closed in on the door at the centre, placing her pointed ear on it to a hear the panicked scatters of people on the other side, taking a breath she then spoke loud but not with her velvety tones as usual but with the voice of Reev coming out,
''They have taken the coliseum! Men we need more force!''
The doors slam open with twenty men in full Armor move out to the front and out of ear shoot, After enough time past she moved into show the buildings main content making her eyes gape at the beauty she now saw, a roof made from a multitude of different colours of stained glass, not making sense in their placement but more just where they would fit but still maintaining their beauty shining there light down on the rows of bookshelves with tombs from era past at the very tops and spell books of the last year near the bottom, she thought to herself now being mesmerized by the knowledge that was laid bare for her pleasures before thinking to herself,
'All I need is the one book...maybe grab a few tombs for the bird...and Willabaar would probably like some as well..I could do with some new books now that I think abou-'
Her thoughts broken by a sword being placed blade first across her cheek and before she could even turn her eyes to it a second came across her other side now speaking to her,
''Move one more inch...I dare ya...We ain't that stupid Onomancer.''
Orelia lifted her arms into the air before beginning to laugh at the now confused men before they snapped at her,
''Oi! What's so funny then?!''
He felt a drop of drool land on his shoulder as he spoke, slowly lifting his head to show a creature that was a more humanoid centerspider, eyes going frantic and fangs now showing, The guard went to slowly move his hand to his comrades shoulder only for it to be grabbed at the elbow and shattered in its grasp, sending sounds of bones being churned into dust threw the air before grabbing the others head and twisting it off at just under the nose like the top of cardboard drink pouch being ripped by a mindless child, The blood finished squirming not long after the voices went silent with Orelia walking up and placing her hand on the Creatures chest,
''Don't worry Otto...Your body will see this place fall now I might be a couple of min-''
''No you won't I've got it.''
Spinning ready to fight only to see Willabaar standing atop the huge bookshelves before jumping down to the ground and disappearing like someone jumping into the waters below, reappearing behind the two with a book the size of normal Gnomes doorway over his shoulder, the leather multiple colours from where the fading showed more, the spine being a pale almost white while the lettering still shined a brilliant gold and the back starting to become a black leather, The prince walked up to punch the creature in the chest more like a tap to a friend before speaking to the two,
''Well done Otto...You are the reason she is still breathing so.''
The creature let out a small growl then a whispering noise immediately after,
''Right...We should go find the rest and finish this 'Kingdom' and enjoy the great bonfire right Otto?''
The creature nodded as it turned to the girl who also tilted her head while still smiling at the creature as Willabaar grabs both of them and in flare of unholy black fire they vanished hoping to get to the rest of their fighters and help now that all the pieces had been played.
The fallen one now stood in front of the burning coliseum and still felt saddened by the aura emanating from the tall palace like structure, that of anger and rage, he knew that Bee was fighting inside but did not know who as it was not a aura he had felt in the city but one he definitely knew, before he could make another step or think another thing he heard the sounds of destruction before seeing a red blur fly past him and slam into the wall behind, smoke settling he sees Bee broken and beaten to unconscious, he tries to go assist his friend but a flash of white lightning lands in front of him revealing Jericho, The older brother of Willabaar stood, his eyes a pure white and now staring at the fallen one,
''You will infect my brother no more...Daedu-''
In a flash of black the older half-mix jumped back, turned and rotated his legs mid air and avoiding the leg of his brother being thrown before letting off his own, sending the half-mix to the ground rolling in a cloud of smoke into another tree only being stopped by Otto's body, Jericho landed and shouted to his brother,
''Do you realise what you're doing?! I will stop you in our fathers name 'Voice of the Sky Serpent' and take you home by force if needs be.''
Willabaar stretched his arms as usual before speaking one word,
''Stop.''
A flash of black engulfed the two brothers leaving everyone now watching and wondering what was happening inside the Cradle within the cradle.
Oh no...It seems a familial feud is about to brew into a battle...One does not know the reason for the others apparent madness while the younger has a just cause to himself and the people he leads...One is neither wrong or right in this situation, One can only make their choice and live with the aftermath of what that idea made into reality. Really it's kind of sad to think about but these false heroes have made their beds now have to rest in it, after all people are rarely able to see their own faults and Even if they can, most will not act as agents it, Hmm now think about that and see if you can alter the path you walk on if not.. Well that's not for me to say.