A figure currently stands at the edge of Fort Black, the city's jagged silhouette piercing the twilight sky. The wails of dammned souls in the distance, their tormented cries echo through the narrow, cobblestone streets. The Magnificent City of Nefetum looms ahead, its dark spires reaching towards the heavens like skeletal fingers.
As it strides through the city, it's cloak billows behind them, concealing the sigils of summoning etched into their rotting flesh. The air is cold, each breath visible in the chill night. It knows it's being watched, the denizens of Fort Black ever wary of yhe figure's presence. Ahead, second figure emerges from the shadows its eyes gleaming with a malevolent intelligenc. After what seems like an eternity the sehis voice is a low, gravelly whisper. "Yfeliran, we have urgent matters to discuss. Follow me."
"Lead the way Nebiros" Yfeliran nods, his skeletal fingers reaching up to stroke the dark sigils on his rotting flesh. As he follows Nebiros deeper into the city, he can't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The streets grow narrower and more winding, and the shadows seem to stretch out longer.
Nenbiros leads Yfeliran to an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. The air inside is thick with dust and decay, and the only light comes from flickering torches set into the walls. As they enter, Yfeliran can make out a figure huddled in the corner, its eyes glinting in the torchlight.
"Who goes there?" the figure asks, its voice rough and hoarse.
Nebiros steps forward, revealing herself to be a powerful necromancer. "I am Nebiros," the necromancer says, her voice echoing through the abandoned building. "I have brought with me Yfeliran, the Summoner. We have urgent matters to discuss."
The figure in the corner raises an eyebrow, its eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What manner of urgent matters could possibly concern the likes of me?" it asks, its voice laced with mockery.
"The time for your awakening draws near," Nebiros responds, her voice taking on a more solemn tone. "The power you possess is immense, and we need your aid to bring about the downfall of our common enemy - the kingdom of Nefetum."
Yfeliran listens intently to Nebiros' words, his mind racing with possibilities. "An alliance between us could be beneficial," Yfeliran says, his voice low and raspy. "I have spent many years studying the dark arts, and I know that together, we could unleash a power unlike anything this world has ever seen."
The figure in the corner chuckles darkly, its eyes glinting with malevolent intent. "Very well," it says at last. "I accept your offer of alliance. But know this: I will not be controlled by anyone, least of all you."
Nebiros nods in understanding, her expression unreadable. "We ask for nothing more than your assistance," she says. "The fate of our world lies in your hands."
With that, the three of them make their way out of the abandoned building, their shadows stretching long behind them.
As they leave, Yfeliran can feel the weight of the abyss pressing down on him. But he also feels a sense of purpose, as if he were finally walking the path he was destined for. The whispers of darkness surround them, promising great power and even greater destruction, and Yfeliran wonders if he will be strong enough to control the tide of darkness that threatens to consume everything in its wake.
As they continue to walk through the city, Yfeliran can't help but notice the change in atmosphere. The citizens seem to move with a newfound sense of purpose, their eyes filled with an unholy fire. Nebiros leads them to a large, open square, where a massive crowd has gathered. In the center of the square, a large bonfire burns, its flames licking at the sky.
"What is happening here?" Yfeliran asks, his voice hushed in awe.
"This is the Festival of Chaos," Nebiros explains, her voice barely above a whisper. "It is a time when we honor the dark powers that rule over us. A time when we offer our sacrifices to the abyss."
As they approach the bonfire, Yfeliran can see figures moving in the shadows, their shapes shifting and dancing to an unseen tune.
Suddenly, a figure steps out from the crowd, its form taking on a monstrous shape. It is a demon, its skin a patchwork of rotting flesh and twisted muscle. It roars, its voice echoing through the square, and the crowd goes wild, cheering and clapping in approval.
Yfeliran feels a chill run down his spine as he realizes the true nature of the festival. It's not just a celebration of darkness; it's a call to arms, a rallying cry for those who would bring about the downfall of Nefetum.
Nebiros steps forward, raising her hands to the sky. "We call upon the dark powers," she says, her voice ringing out over the crowd. "We ask for your aid in our time of need. Let the kingdom of Nefetum feel the wrath of the abyss!"
As the crowd erupts into a cacophony of cheers and screams, Yfeliran feels his heart race. This is it – the moment he has been waiting for. Together with Nebiros, they have the power to tear down the kingdom of Nefetum and raise a new order from its ashes. He grips his knuckles tightly, his eyes locked onto the demon in the center of the square. With a swift motion, he lunges forward, driving his dark orchidblade deep into the demon's chest. There is a burst of black energy, and Yfeliran is sent flying back, landing hard on the ground. The demon, however, doesn't seem to be harmed at all. Instead, it laughs, a dark and twisted sound that sends shivers down Yfeliran's spine. "You amuse me, deathspawn."
The demon's hand shoots out with inhuman speed, grabbing him by the throat and lifting you effortlessly into the air. Its eyes bore into Yfeliran's rotting sockets, their crimson flames burning with intense hatred. "You dare challenge me, weakling? I am the herald of the Abyss, the bringer of true darkness!"
The crowd goes silent, the cheers replaced by an ominous, expectant tension. Nebiros steps forward, her face feigning tight concern, but unable to mask the semblance of a small smile tugging at the edges of her lips. "Yfeliran, what are you doing? This is no ordinary de-"
The demon suddenly threw Yfeliran against a nearby wall with tremendous force, the stone cracking under the impact. Its laughter echoes through the square. "I will enjoy breaking every bone in your body, summonspew. Your kind has no place in the plans of the abyss!" Its massive form advances, each step sending tremors through the ground beneath it.
The crowd watches in horrified fascination, their cheers now replaced by terrified whispers. Yfeliran's head spinning from the impact, his vision blurry. He struggles to his feet, tasting blood in his mouth. The demon looms large before him, its twisted form casting a massive shadow that covers the entire square. Its grin widens as it raises its hand, a sickly green energy crackling between its fingers. "Prepare to meet your end, worm!" it growls, the air around it pulsing with dark magic. Nebiros moves to step forward, her hands raised in preparation for a spell, but the demon suddenly whirls, unleashing a torrent of green flames that engulf the space between her and Yfeliran. The crowd scatters, panic setting in as the flames spread, threatening to consume everything in their path.
Yfeliran staggers to his feet, his vision swimming as he tries to regain his bearings. The demon's laughter rings in his ears, a grating sound that sets his teeth on edge. He can feel the heat of the flames licking at his skin, the stench of brimstone filling his nostrils. His hand gropes for the hilt of his orchidblade, the only weapon he has against this monstrosity.
The demon's form shimmers and distorts in the flickering light of the flames, its features shifting and morphing into something even more nightmarish. "You cannot win, summonspew," it hisses, its voice a rasping whisper that seems to echo inside Yfeliran's skull. "The power of the abyss flows through me, and it will consume you utterly."
Yfeliran's fingers close around the hilt of his blade, the cold metal a comforting weight in his grasp.
Yfeliran slashed his blade across the air like a frustrated madmanhe and instantly air ten blade him shimmers and distorts as if he had cut through the fabric of space itself. A cacophony of seething purple hand emerge from the tear, grabbing at its edges pulling at it from inside the abyss. Under everyone's shocked gazes the small tear begins to grow, the laws of space unable to contend with the multitude of monsterous hands. As the growth of the tear slows a roar that shakes the very foundations of the city emerged from its depths, a massive abomination steps through, its form a twisted amalgamation of rotting flesh and jagged bone. Its eyes burn with an unholy fire, and its jaws gape wide, revealing a maw filled with razor-sharp teeth. Beside it, a second creature emerges, this one a writhing mass of shadow and malice, its form shifting and undulating like smoke in the wind. The crowd screams in terror, fleeing in all directions as the two monstrosities lumber forward, their steps shaking the ground. The demon's eyes widen in surprise, its confident grin faltering for just a moment. "What is this trickery?"
Finally Nebiros lifts her deceptive mask as her smile widens into a sinister grin, "A trap" she spat gleefully unable to contain her giggling for much longer.
Summoning her candles from her soul she too began to prepare for battle. The demon's surprise turns to fury, its eyes narrowing as it takes in the sight of the creatures Yfeliran has summoned. It bares its teeth in a snarl, the sound like rocks grinding together. "You think to overpower me with your pathetic summons, necromancer?" it growls, its voice a deep rumble that resonates in the very air. It raises its hand, the sickly green energy crackling and intensifying between its fingers. "Very well, let us see how well they fare against the power of the abyss!"
The demon unleashes a barrage of dark energy bolts, each one striking the summoned creatures with explosive force. The flesh-and-bone abomination roars in pain, its form crumbling and collapsing in on itself as the energy eats away at it.
The writhing shadow creature, however, seems to absorb the energy, its form growing darker and more menacing with each hit. It begins to lunge at the demon, its movements erratic and unpredictable, shadows dancing around it like a dark aura. The demon laughs, a sound that sends shivers down Yfeliran's spine. "You are playing with powers you do not understand, necromancer," it says, its voice dripping with contempt. "The abyss will consume you all!"
Nebiros, her candles now floating around her like a constellation of souls, steps forward, her voice steady and confident. "We shall see about that," she says, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. She chants in a language of her own creation, each word resonating with dark power.
Her soul candles flare up, billowing deep grey smoke combined with the light from the candles azure flames light cast stark shadows across the battlefield. As she continued, the dark grey smoke swirls around the demon, gradually constricting its movements.
Meanwhile, the remaining summoned creature continues its assault on the demon. Its shadowy form becomes translucent as it phases through solid matter, reemerging behind the demon with unerring precision. The demon hisses in anger, its back now exposed and vulnerable. However, it swiftly spins around, a burst of energy causing a massive explosion. The impact sends both combatants flying back, the writhing mass of shadow now bearing deep burns across its body. Despite its wounds, the shadowy entity shows no fear, instead pressing its attack once more, this time aiming for the demon's weakened flank.
Yfeliran, still shaky from his earlier encounter but reinvigorated by the power he has unleashed, grips his orchidblade tighter.
The demon's attention snaps back to Yfeliran, its eyes blazing with fury. "You dare to summon such abominations against me, necromancer?" it roars, its voice shaking the very foundations of the city. "I will rip the power from your very soul and consume it for my own!"
The demon lunges forward, its movements blindingly fast. It grabs Yfeliran by the throat, lifting him off the ground with ease. Yfeliran gasps for air, his fingers scrabbling at the demon's grip, but it's like trying to pry open a vice. The demon's eyes bore into his, and Yfeliran can feel a searing pain in his mind, as if the demon is trying to rip out his very thoughts.
Nebiros, her face now a mask of concentration, continues her chant. The dark grey smoke swirls around the demon, growing thicker and more oppressive. Yfeliran's vision begins to blur as the demon's grip tightens, the pressure on his throat making it difficult to breathe. He can feel the heat of the demon's touch, like the very air around him is ablaze. He tries to swing his orchidblade, but the demon's other hand shoots out, catching the blade and twisting it from his grasp. The blade clatters to the ground, out of reach. Yfeliran's eyes widen in panic as he realizes he's completely at the mercy of this monstrous creature.
The demon's gaze is intense, like a physical force pressing against him. Yfeliran can feel his mind beginning to fracture, the demon's power probing at the edges of his consciousness.
A surge of energy suddenly pulses outward from Yfeliran's soul, triggered by his instinct for survival. This unexpected blast of power forces the demon to release its grip, sending Yfeliran sprawling to the ground. He gasps for air, coughing and retching as he clutches his injured throat.
Nebiros completes her chant with a final, guttural word, and the grey smoke solidifies, forming chains of pure necrotic energy that wrap around the demon. "Now, my friend," she shouts to Yfeliran, "Strike while it's bound!" The remaining shadow creature continues its assault on the demon's weakened flank, tearing at it with ethereal claws that seem to dissolve portions of the demon's flesh and bone. The demon thrashes violently against its bonds, the necrotic chains groaning under the strain of containing such immense power. Yfeliran staggers to his feet, his throat now more rotten and decaying than before, but his will to survive driving him forward. He lunges for his fallen orchidblade, his fingers wrapping around the familiar handle. The weapon pulses with dark energy, responding to his desperate need.
The shadow creature continues its assault, its form now nearly transparent from the amount of energy it's absorbed from the demon's attacks. Each strike it lands leaves a deeper wound, the demon's screams becoming more pained and desperate. The air grows thick with the stench of brimstone and charred flesh as the battle intensifies.
Nebiros stands her ground, her face set in a fierce grimace as she channels more power into the binding chains. "Hurry, Yfeliran!" she shouts over the din of the demon's fury.
The demon's thrashing intensifies, the necrotic chains creaking ominously as they strain to hold it. The shadow creature's attacks grow more frenzied, its form now almost completely transparent as it absorbs more of the demon's dark energy. Each strike it lands leaves a deeper wound, the demon's screams becoming more pained and desperate. The air grows thick with the stench of brimstone and charred flesh as the battle intensifies. Yfeliran grips his orchidblade tightly, the weapon pulsing with dark energy that responds to his desperate need. He lunges forward, aiming for the demon's weakened flank where the shadow creature has been attacking. The demon's head snaps around, its eyes blazing with fury and pain as it sees him approaching. It attempts to break free from the necrotic chains, the very air around it warping from the force of its struggle.
The chains groan ominously, dark energy crackling along their surface as they hold fast, resisting the demon's immense strength.
Yfeliran doesn't hesitate. He thrusts his orchidblade forward with all his might, the darkly pulsing weapon slicing through the air with a hiss. The blade sinks deep into the demon's flank, the black ichor that spews from the wound hissing and smoking where it touches the ground. The demon's roar of pain and rage shakes the very foundations of the ruined temple, dust and debris raining down from the damaged ceiling.
The shadow creature, having absorbed a significant amount of the demon's dark energy, suddenly explodes in a blinding flash of necrotic light.
The explosion sends shockwaves rippling through the air, the force of it sending Yfeliran and Nebiros stumbling back. The demon, momentarily stunned by the sudden loss of their shadowy ally, seizes the opportunity to test the strength of its bonds once more. With a deafening roar, it tears at the necrotic chains, dark tendrils of energy lashing out like whips, attempting to break free. The temple shudders under the onslaught, cracks spiderwebbing across the walls, and chunks of stone tumble from the ceiling.
Nebiros, quick to recover, her eyes ablaze with determination, begins to chant again, her voice rising above the chaos. She weaves her hands in intricate patterns, the floating candles around her flickering in time with her words.
The necrotic chains suddenly flare with renewed power, their darkness intensifying as they constrict tighter around the demon's struggling form. Yfeliran, his chest heaving from exertion, clutches his smoking orchidblade as he steadies himself against a nearby pillar. The demon, sensing its defeat, lets out a final, earth-shattering roar of defiance, its body writhing in its bonds as the necrotic chains continue to tighten. Nebiros' chant reaches a crescendo, and the chains suddenly surge with an overwhelming amount of necrotic energy, pulsing with an unnatural light as they finally overcome the demon's immense strength.
Without a sound the the demon's form collapses, collapsing onto floor. It feels the chains absorbing his very essence. A swirling vortex of black and purple energy, the demon's last remnants of energy, is drawn into the necrotic chains.
Yfeliran walks towards the demon seemingly unharmed as the shadow creature appears behind him its form absorbing all nearby light.
As he stands in front of the dying demon prince he thrusts is orchidblade impaling the demons heart. His swords pulses with a crimson glow as it absorbs the demons soul. Finally Yfeliran pulls his sword out of the demons body letting it slump to the ground.
Yfeliran and Nebiros stand over the vanquished demon, the air still thick with the lingering stench of brimstone and dark energy. The ruined temple groans around them, the battle having taken a heavy toll on the ancient structure. Yfeliran sheaths his orchidblade, the weapon still glowing faintly with the dark energy that courses through its blackened metal.
"Well done, my friend," Nebiros says, her voice filled with satisfaction as she lowers her hands. The floating candles around her begin to flicker and dim, their purpose now fulfilled. "We have accomplished what no other has dared to attempt."
Yfeliran nods, a grim smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Indeed. But this is only the beginning. With the power of this demon's soul at our command, we will be unstoppable."
Nebiros grins, her eyes gleaming with dark promise.