A horde of rogues and undead were matching towards the white fae kingdom. It was gloomy, the once crystal and clear sky frowned upon them in resentment. It was as though the heavens were all in support of the white faes but neither the sky's rumbling nor the scornful gazes could deter them away. Eliot was hell-bent on accomplishing his goal. He scanned around and his gaze settled on the large palace gate up ahead. The white fae kingdom is said to be the second largest and luxurious kingdom after the Royal lyc-demon's kingdom. He watched in pleasure as the white faes run pell-mell from the approaching threat. Riding mightily on a dark undead stallion whom only followed his commands, he was pleased at the sound of swords thrusting into flesh coupled with pained and loud cries sounding in the air. His ultimate goal was finally happening and no one stood a chance against him. Not even that so-called mighty Queen Axia. Once before the giant gate, the horde began to push the gate open while the faes from inside also pushed the gate shut. It had become a power struggle for both sides with the rogues banging themselves hard into the solid metallic structure. The head of security for the faes was left in a state of alarm as he took notice of the situation quickly getting out of control.
Bang. Bang. Bang. The loud banging sound resonated. Doom was upon them. He concluded. The struggle was still ongoing with both teams winning against neither of themselves. Seeing this, a frown instantly formed on Eliot's face. He was annoyed of the delay. Just then, from the very top of the large and thick walls came a cry. "Fire." He heard and soon, over a hundred arrows made from water rained down on them. He quickly formed a dark bubble shield over his head allowing the arrows to forcefully impale it while some of his rogues and undead fell from the impact. The commander whom had ordered the shoot was thrown aback at the sight of the fallen beings rising again. "Fire. Fire. Fire." He ordered in annoyance but the result was still the same. Those bloodthirsty beings were practically unkillable. He thought if there was even a word like that. As far as Eliot remained alive, his dark energy would flow through them and keep them alive. The horde kept banging into the large gate, gradually loosening the hinges of the gate from the strong impact.
Eliot, now feeling frustrated with the slow progress teleported himself to the other side of the gate, where he was suddenly attacked by some faes. He ducked, turned, summersaulted, punched and impaled the flesh of his victims with his elongated nails; ripping out the very heart of another victim. The commander soon teleported after the boy whom effortlessly decreased his men to pulps. He spread his wings wide and sped towards the boy with a loud shriek, aiming his sword for his target. However, just before he could administer his attack, Eliot teleported from sight. The prince appeared a few meters away from him and thrust a sword into an innocent fae running for her life. He grinned at the former and teleported out of sight again, appearing an additional meters added to the first one while wearing a wicked grin over his face. The commander felt agitated as the prince went about toying with him, that is, teleporting from one point to another while he continued to kill more faes. Eliot made his way to the gate and began chanting words under his breath. A strong wind began to blow, forcefully blowing the faes aside and paving way for him. His blue pupils were now a shade of black as he neared the large gate and unlocked it, still chanting words under his breath with the strong wind keeping everyone away from him. A loud cracking sound sounded as the gate instantly banged open with the horde racing inside.
By now, Queen Axia had been informed of the calamity at hand. She quickly ordered the witch spy set there by Lord Asmodeus to inform the others of the attack as planned while she rushed outside the palace with a few soldiers trailing after her.
"Ali!" She called atop of her voice.
"Yes my Queen." A soldier was suddenly beside her, briskly walking along the pathway with her.
"Where's the commander?"
"He's currently trying to stop the prince in his attempt to open the palace gate."
"What?" The commander cannot fight that boy alone. She thought with a deep frown. Just then, her eyes spotted the devil himself leaping towards some faes fear stricken and stuck in place. The queen could not help but feel angered at all the chaos ensuing before her eyes. How could a man like Asmodeus give birth to a demon like him? She mentally berated.
A sardonic laugh fled the boy's lips as he squeezed the life out of an aged man. His eyes shone with nothing but merciless intent. "Augh...Ah." The old man begged but his pleas fell on deaf ears. The boy had become something out of control. Eliot's gaze traveled from where he stood to the large number of soldiers racing towards him from the palace gate. He dropped the unmoving body of the poor old man and leaped towards the attacking men. Loud rumbling and roars filled the atmosphere while the latter continued to slain more men, thus, growing stronger.
He could now see her. His main target was up ahead, glaring at him in resentment. Queen Axia, looking all-graceful and poised thrusted a sword she pulled from Ali's sheath into a rogue trying to attack her. However, the being fell only to rise again. Annoyed, she pushed the rogue aside and started for the Prince, mercilessly and effortlessly slaying one rogue to another. Axia's nose flared, with a frown on her face. Eliot was pushing his way through the crowd fast.
"When did he get this fast?" The queen thought, spreading her light shaded wings with golden patterns in them. She shrieked and stretched forth her sword and sped towards the Prince.