Varicar hissed in pain as he was assaulted by splinters of bones that exploded out from Faendrel! The homunculi rising after his own disconnecting stint, to see Throggore moving towards the stairs to ensure none of the alliance had heard this event from happening… It was many moments before Throggore glared back a sign that the insignificant humans had slept through the minor detonation, probably thanks to their lion like snoring!
Varicar glanced back down at Faendrel still unconscious on the floor before receiving a small feeling of energy, power and reconnection to life… The homunculus inhaled holding his breath before exhaling, focusing his magic over Faendrel he could help heal her now that he understood his Matron was safe… Varicar extended his arms loosing forth fel chi to flood over the cargo hold as the homunculi used his dark magic to collect Faendrel’s rather wide spread detonation… The homunculi’s magic dissolved the scattered pieces of Faendrel before enduring her body with fel chi energy… The homunculus still understood that in her current state she was exposed to discovery, woth a quick movement the elf retrieved the body of Faendrel from the floor before moving towards the stairs. Ducking to the side the homunculi placed Faendrel now much smaller missing her lower half under the wooden boards that allowed one to ascend to the higher levels before taking several boxes and concealing her presence by blocking her from view…
Varicar glanced back at Throggore, “The sun rises soon… They will deploy this boat, to the shadows… I will call you when it is time…” Varicar hissed before in a quick movement the homunculi twisted backwards then into the same adjoining space as Faendrel… If she awoke, he would silence and heal her…
Orion now nearly fully recovered hops back up onto his little broom. Pacing the length of it, he stretches before settling down. He looks over at Yumara, to make sure that she is really okay. Orion knows how Yumara feels about Jericha, he hopes she will not interfere with her, and Salkeen. After a few moments he relaxes, it would seem the Dark One, has more control than he originally had thought.
Turning to Yumara, Orion telepathically speak so that both of them can hear. Most of the preparations are finished, we just need to figure out the small details. Pausing he looks through the rift at the three, make that more then three coming through. Switching his attention back to Isaik Izzabelle will need to be made ready for this trip, we cannot have her going back as she is now. Orion says calmly, not wanting another near death incident to occur. As she is now, she’s a bit to unstable, and looks nothing like she did at that time. This will require a bit of flesh shaping. Which I believe falls beneath your jurisdiction dark one. Orion claims talking directly into Isaik’s mind now. Unlike with what Salkeen did to her, what needs to be done now, alters her in a way that will require that I restart time on her body. I believe you know what this means? Orion says before speaking to both of them again. Because of how she was saved, ( more, or less.) there’s certain criteria that must be met. The Tome that Yumara read from that gave her a flesh and blood body, by sacrificing and using the essence of many. Will need to be used to replace what will be lost to that horrific curse. Orion turns towards Isaik again I believe that you are rather familiar with the time in question. You can either use the tome and do the flesh shaping, or you can have Yumara cast the spell from the tome. I’ll be controlling the flow of time, so we do not lose more than necessary. As Orion says this he senses the magic of the gateway activating as the three, plus one unconscious troll return.
Orion continues to speak as Izzabelle steps out of the Rift. He can sense that she is still rather damaged. Some of spiders had healed much of the damage that could be seen. Still hidden beneath her armor were craters, and holes, where flesh, muscles, organs, and bones, should be. Her soul was more damaged as well, she was unconsciously pulling on Sericon’s soul to prevent a breakdown of her own. At some point Sericon would start to feel the side effects of having this happen. Especially considering she was pulling on his magical core as well. They would have to switch that to Isaik. Draining Sericon’s magical core could prove to be hazardous to the both of them. Orion could see that Isaik also noticed the problems with Izzabelle. Now that I think of it Dark one, how do we plan on separating the bonded? I don’t think either are going to willing agree to being separated. Orion asks afraid that Izzabelle will get upset over being taken from Sericon, especially after recent events.
Why say anything at all? Yumara says speaking back into Orion’s mind. Orion turns and looks at her like she had just sworn her undying love to Salkeen in front of Jericha. Don’t give that incredulous look Orion, this needs to be done. If telling them could bring up problems, we just don’t tell them. Yumara says calmly her fingers gripping Masters robes again. You know how I feel about lying to her… Orion is cut off as Yumara turns and glares at him. You know how I feel about Jericha, if I can stop myself from dropping Salkeen into another hole, and taking Jericha back, for Izzabelle’s sake. You can jolly damn well just not say anything to her about what is happening. All of her remaining memories will be locked away of this time. Besides they aren’t being separated, we are taking her back to him in the past. Yumara states, Master can hear her mumbling beneath her breath about stupid fickle cats. Orion isn’t pleased, but reluctantly agrees, on the conditions that the two of them won’t do any unnecessary meddling.
Sericon looked into Izzabelle’s eyes before looking back at Rekkagg, the Orc held the look of a masked charade… Rekkagg tried hard to convey that everything was quite alright, the assassin no doubt worried for the well-being of his own master… I think something struck out at the master… Or something similar… Sericon responded back to Izzabelle, the warrior elf keeping a wary eye on the area around them…
Sericon merely nodded, The master will have the solution… Sericon stated, he trusted the master, the elf had been one of those few privy with the knowledge of the dark being while under Salkeen’s control… Why Salkeen had not seen Sericon as much of anything besides another legion pilot, the master always lurked nearby studying those with more potential, many tines he had seen the dark creature look his way but always turn away as if Sericon was missing something…
Sericon saw that increasingly angered look on Izzabelle’s face, it was time to move out before something happened that might lead to bigger complications… Sericon holding onto Izzabelle’s hand made their way through the dark rift… Sericon’s eyes adjusted to the stark darkness that was the subterranean domain, yes there was indeed light but nothing like outside stars… Sericon looked over at the Master, Yumara and Orion who stood closer to each other conversing no doubt on what had just happened…
The warrior elf understood that whatever had happened to them had been bad but seeing Orion still in one piece made Sericon truly wonder what had indeed happened… Sericon pulled hard on the unconscious troll pulling the weak and insignificant troll infront of him and Izzabelle… This troll was Izzabelle’s to offer forward, her choice to see if it could become something more than a failed creature that could not save its own tribe…
Sericon could think of nothing else to do other than wait to be addressed planting his sword into the ground he waited aside Izzabelle for what might be shared with them… Sericon spoke not a word, the Master already knew they were here…
Izzabelle nodded, it was really the only logical explanation. As she looks down at the unconscious Troll. She is filled with the desire to rip its intestines out, and strangle him with them. She then looks a from Sericon, to Rekkagg and back again. If it was an attack against the Master, why isn’t he effected? it was a question thought, but never asked.
She looks at him a small smile forming on her face I hope someone has a solution, that prevent whatever happened, from reoccurring. My soul hurts Sericon, it burns, my mind feels like they’re gaps. It feels like I have forgotten many things again. My body is filled with holes, and craters, I’m so tired of this crap… Izzabelle says in a slightly infuriated voice.
The longer Izzabelle looks upon Jambuku, the more her fury grows. Looking down she sees the black mists as it seeps up from the floor. It flows over the unconscious Troll, before crawling up over both herself and her Bonded. For a brief moment she sees nothing then the darkness dissipates, leaving them in another area entirely. Gone are the twisted dark, yet beautiful in a macabre type of way forest, and creatures. Now they stood within the Master’s newest vessel.
Unlike Her Bonded Izzabelle doesn’t remain still, she is still reeling from what transpired mere minutes earlier. Moving forward she stops and kneels respectfully before speaking. “Master, What attacked us, what could cause this much damage?” As she speaks she pulls her armor down off of her shoulder. There’s no flesh to be seen, the muscles are practically non existent as well. Both are missing, halfway down her arm and spreading across her chest. “It feels like every aspect of my being was attacked. No not attacked, it felt like it was being destroyed Master.” She says, as she kneels before him, she can feel his magic, his power. She finds herself wanting to connect to it. Use it to recover the magic of her core that had been recently lost. It takes a lot of strength not to.
As for the Troll if he is found useful, Good! If not then it will be bad for him. As she said earlier, she saw some potential in the fact he wasn’t reserved about calling on dark powers. Yet she also wanted him to regret his words. She wanted him to spend an eternity regretting those words.
She wanted to see him broken, and destroyed, In the most horrific of ways. As the pain and fury starts to crest, the small black Feline jumps from its little broom and lands on her good shoulder. She’s about to throw him off, when she realizes that, the pain, fury and memory loss, seem less significant now.
Sericon didn’t need to hear her words to know what she wondered, Sericon thought himself how to explain such a thing without destabilizing Izzabelle… He could hardly tell his bonded that perhaps it was because they were most recently bonded, or that such agony came from Orion who had nearly suffered just as much… No Sericon had to try to explain it a different way… I guess it might be because of how the way the Master connects to us… His reach is far, we are far from the only minions in his arsenal though important we are… Sericon whispered to Izzabelle’s mind through their bond, When one area of a spiderweb burns, it can damage some strands while others are unaffected… Sericon hopes such a explaination might suffice though he worried about the questions she might have…
Sericon nodded squeezing Izzabelle’s hand harder to further show that he was indeed listening. If anyone knows how to prevent such a thing from happening again, it’s the Master, his ancient knowledge knows no bounds. Sericon stated a surge of pride for the creature that he had devoured himself to. Sericon however was at a bit of a loss with how to deal with Izzabelle’s damage, his magical ability was lost and for that moment he couldn’t protect her… As a warlock twisting and manipulating souls was a core principle of the magic they could wield, Sericon once strong enough to forcefully put Izzabelle’s soul back together and fill the gaps with the twisted souls of the unworthy! Now that stark isolation he felt when Izzabelle collapsed from the vile attack still hung in the back of his idle mind.
Sericon waited however he knew full well the Master was a being of great power, great knowledge and cunning… The cult had not worked tirelessly for centuries to summon a creature that wasn’t perfect… When the cult finally managed to find their great creature, they were ready to serve, devoting themselves to a demonic entity unlike all the others…
“Indeed” Isaik hissed, down the line they would need deal with more than just multiple Izzabelle’s… At a point the Sericon of the past would need to follow his fate, becoming a underling under the Demon Lord Salkeen… A path Izzabelle could not follow, Salkeen had not met the fel blood in the past and such interactions would only shatter Izzabelle’s mind and the future…
Isaik listened nodding, “If you find it necessary, be warned… If that Izzabelle is there so too might Orion… Just as Izzabelle can’t meet herself, one must make preparations to ensure you don’t meet yourself either… At least in no way memorable…” The dark creature warned, he was already drafting up ways to manipulate and influence events without interfering or having his past self recognize that he was not alone…
“Yumara is quite correct on this matter, Contractual obligations enforce that I don’t manipulate Izzabelle’s mind without reason of her benefit… However remember timeless one… Everything I do is for personal gain… Such is the way of the world…” Isaik hissed, he figured that cat might understand… By contracting Izzabelle at all, Isaik benefited, by protecting Izzabelle and Yumara, Isaik benefited, everything the dark master did, he did to attain his goals…
“A simple task really… Walking upon Azeroth will only be two… The one in the north and the one from the south…” Isaik stated, “We cannot allow the Izzabelle from the past we displace to miss out on the events of her past, yet this Izzabelle from our time needs them to live… The trick is simple…” Isaik turned towards Orion, “Orion will hold the Izzabelle from that time in stasis, meanwhile I will create a link between them, whenever Izzabelle relives her life, the one locked in stasis will live it as well…” Isaik stated, for giving either memories that truly did not belong to them would only lead to disaster…
Ebony was a complicated entity, Isaik had sensed within that elf his own magical signatures, altered greatly by time and lineages but there at a core it remained… His fanatical devotion to succeeding his goals not unlike Isaik’s himself… “Our enemies are clever, his tricks like that of a chess board, and yet they will not be enough to stop what I have planned…” Isaik stated, with Ebony being Jericha’s phylactery it was likely that killing the elf was out of the picture but capturing and imprisonment… Quite possible… At least until Isaik experiences his plans for omnipotence… Then nothing was impossible…
“As we speak the Demon Lord has created a new decree, the world they fought Ebony, sustaining such injury, they shall use it to strike back at his tower… Umbra Shukil…” Isaik muttered that last few words, the name in demonic… “Shadow’s Perish…” Isaik stated in common, the dark master knew Isaik intended to end Ebony for good, yet such a act was not possible in that moment… Isaik would need to watch the strands of time, in the infinite possibilities of time there was almost always a answer.
Isaik refocused his gaze on Yumara, “The destruction of a phylactery is the destruction of the soul within… The pain of damage to your phylactery…” Isaik hissed, his form changed to a large ebony black eredar, before another feature was revealed a massive flesh rending scar that started from his left horn down the face… This scar continued over a massive chest and ended at his last ab… “There’s a reason I came to kill that last creature that held my tome…” Isaik hissed, returning to his undead corpse like form, the vessel he used ever since that fateful day…
Isaik watched her think it through, this is why Isaik choose to remain without emotion… Rage and fury though such tantalizing paths to great internal power led one to many mistakes, errors… Wrath’s greatest fault was self inflicted agony… As Yumara might have caused herself…
Isaik focused his visage upon Orion, You are quite right, Izzabelle would not fit in so well in the past… Isaik communicated, But that is nothing I cannot change… Isaik continued, he knew very well what Orion was hinting the dark creature merely needed hold open his clawed hand and the great tome Anomaly appeared…
Isaik turned towards Yumara, Yumara shall have the gracious reward of using the tome… As she has performed the spell in question before I trust her ability to cast it without issue… However… Isaik let go of the dark tome causing it to hover in the air between him and Yumara… My presence can have some useful effects of my creation… Isaik pulled his arms back before making several casting gestures… One he slashed at the air creating a iris of void, before with his consecutive motions created a curved slashes that surrounded the iris… Within moments the tome responded, glowing with a deep blackish purple… Isaik extended his hand pushing the tome towards Yumara before holding his boney claw to the air once more… Within a flash a ethereal tone appeared in his hands, the ethereal likeness of the Genesis tome… While Yumara cast the great spell, Isaik would supplant it with power…
Isaik stayed silent as the two debated, Yumara is correct… We will say nothing… Izzabelle will not be separated from her bonded, to Sericon time will only be a second from our endeavors… As far they should be concerned we will be casting a spell to rectify the damage to Izzabelle’s body, mind and soul… Isaik responded with a air of finality, for that is exactly what they were doing… A ritual was being performed to repair her being for the necessary events of time displacement which in turn would fix everything else… From the outside Sericon would only see a great spellwork and his Izzabelle would be healed, only those ensuring everything went to plan would experience more…
Izzabelle moves forth into through the rift, Isaik merely idly snapped his fingers moving them all to the void citadel nearby… Should Izzabelle find enough fury to strike out it would not harm Yumara’s delicate balance… The shadows melted into existence covering the dark rough cave walls before revealing the stark cold obsidian like metal of Isaik’s private domain…
“Greetings Izzabelle…” The master said calmly, “Your worries are well founded but I assure you being dealt with as we speak… What you both felt was a direct attack to one of our other minions towards a dark being of great power… The attacks rebounded across my great connections… Some unfortunately more effected than others…” Isaik hissed moving closer to Izzabelle, “Preparations are being made to rectify such damage… As well as prevent such a attack again…” Isaik hissed, observing the full extent of her damage…
Isaik turned his attention to the troll dragged before him, his mind was slight with the potential of such a pitiful creature but quickly the Master settled on the perfect fate… “You wish to see if this thing… Can be useful?” Isaik tilted his head slightly, “As you brought this creature home Stalker… You shall decide his fate… Homunculi? Your personal slave? Something else? I see what you wish to have this troll feel bit how would you like to accomplish such a thing? Think of it as a reward…” Isaik hissed, his form ready to act he could drag the troll away to do torturous things beyond imagination… When Izzabelle returned from her trip, she would have Jambuku waiting… Orion proceed…
The sheer agony of the pain she was experiencing starts to pull Faendrel from her comatose state. Varicar senses the slight changes in her breathing, the way her body starts to tense up beside him. Before she can let out so much as a sigh, he has paralyzed her vocal chords. “Be silent, do you wish to announce to the whole ship, we are here.” He commands, his voice not but a hissing whisper. Faendrel tries to squirm away, but Varicar was prepared for such an reaction. With a few jabs of his fingers in key places, Faendrel finds her body as paralyzed as her vocal chords. “Be still, I will not have you jeopardize this mission.” The sheer lack of emotion when he says this has Faendrel recoiling in her mind. She gets the feeling that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her, and leave her in this small space. In her mind she replies that she will be still, and silently sighs when she is able to move her head again.
As Varicar starts to send his fel tainted healing chi down to heal the wreckage of her lower body. Faendrel silently summons more pests and vermin, to accentuate the healing. Varicar however can tell even with both of them using magic, it seems to only be healing half as fast as it should be. Something is severely dampening the effects of the healing magic. As they slowly and somewhat painfully start rebuilding her legs. Varicar lightens his magical grip on her voice, allowing her to commune in nothing above a soft whisper. Once her voice has returned, Faendrel turns her head to look more directly at Varicar. “Ebony’s Tower was damaged, that idiot damaged the tower.” She hisses softly in exasperation, “Does she fail to realize that we are all tied to that place, in some hideous way.” She sweeps her eyes down over her body, and bites her lip to hold back a scream, as a wave of agony rips through. “For me the bond is more physical, as in my body will suffer the damage done to the Tower. Giving the sheer decimation of my legs, the damage she caused was quite extensive.” Faendrel explains with a soft moan of agony. As she speaks a few more rats appear, as well as some larger roaches. She seems to be communicating with one of the vermin. Her eyes glow with fury, “I’ll deal with it.”
She turns back to the fel Monk, and continues to speak. “Jericha’s ties to the tower however are the worse.” She says her eyes taking on a glazed over look, then returning to normal. “It being her magical core means its destruction will have horrific effects on her. Yet that isn’t what is the most dangerous, Ebony’s Tower lives, and my little Sister is its Phylactery. Wherever she is now she is paying the price for her careless attack. Until the Tower repairs itself it will continue to rip away at her magic and her life energy.” Faendrel says, Varicar can tell she is starting to become a bit unstable, and prepares to silence her again. “The Tower cannot be damaged, and that fool doesn’t realize what she is. She doesn’t realize the true extent of the cruelty that Ebony is capable of.” She speaks his name like it’s the foulest thing she has ever known. As she says this Varicar’s magic freezes her vocal chords once more. As she lays against him, red mists start flowing up over her body. She tries not to breathe, seeing this Varicar doubles up his fist and jabs her in the diaphragm. Faendrel gasps taking in a large amount of the crimson mist. It slightly burns her airways, and lungs. Yet before she can react, she goes limp, Varicar realizes that the healing might be better done with her being asleep. That and he is almost sure the Master heard what she had said about Jericha.
Kasakura spits upon the ground at the mention of who Jericha is tied to by blood. It is not a show of disrespect to their new Lord, but to the one he spoke of. The amount of hatred coming no from this newly arrived army, towards Ebony Darkskill could be cut with a knife. “You speak of the horrific wretch of an Elf known as Ebony. That walking bag of bones that should have been ground to dust ages ago My Lord.” Kasakura spits on the ground again as she speaks his name.
As Lord Salkeen crushes the orb he sees that the Army before him is but a small fraction of the whole. It numbers in the millions and it is spread across worlds. Not nearly as large as his Demonic one, but it would greatly supplement them. As claims them a roar fills the air. “We have no desire to be returning from such a contract My Lord.” Kasakura says with conviction, “your newest army was originally created by your queen, with one purpose. The destruction of Ebony Darkskill.” Kasakura pauses for a moment.
“Yet something happened…” as she says this Salkeen sees a vision play out in her mind.
Kasakura stands before Jericha her weapon drawn, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as she tries to reign in her rage. “Why do you do this? This army is yours, your creation. Yet you will just walk away.” She screams as she lunges towards her and swings her ax down. Side stepping a blade of shadow appears in Jericha’s hand. With a flick of her wrist, both the Orcs arm and ax hit the ground. It is followed by her other arm hitting the ground in multiple pieces. Within a few breaths Jericha has carved her into small bloody chunks. Ripping her soul free and trapping it in her eye. Orion approaches looks down at the Bloody mess and sighs. “Surely you can hold back a little.” He says as he rewinds time on the body repairing most of it, but leaving some areas to form scars. Jericha doesn’t speak, or give thanks. As soon as the body is viable she slams Kasakura’s soul back into it. “Do not question me, it is a great privilege to be chosen to lead this army. If it takes Killing you a million times to make you stronger I will.” A moment later she is on the ground in pieces again… the vision fades. Salkeen can see that the Mag’har before him was the first being he has met. That had been personally trained by his Void Witch.
As soon as they are given their orders the move out. The Void Ethereals summon massive tentacles to rip down the remainder of the trees. As the Voidwalkers start moving large fel infused boulders that have been carved into blocks. The apothecary members work with those of Lord Salkeen’s Demonic army, to create an adhesive so abhorrent that its vileness will be felt for miles. It would seem the bodies and souls of those innocents that had died, would continue to prove useful…
Drednautt crossed his great arms, the boasts of Salkeen were pretty common, and yet such a creature was fully capable of bringing truth to such boasts… The orc however thought deeply about the mention of this Ebony… Salkeen had struck out with his might and yet been left actually truly wounded for once, Drednautt eyed Salkeen’s side that the demon lord tried to hide… Salkeen was a great and powerful demon lord but his arrogance could get him killed if he didn’t have something more… Drednautt hardly believed a fight against a creature that turned Salkeen’s and Jericha’s spells against them would be so easily beaten…
Drednautt heard Salkeen’s words, he wasn’t surprised that he said such things, he understood how Salkeen felt about what he deemed was a weaker form… “Perhaps you are right…” Drednautt spoke in a deep rumbling voice that hardly matched his orcish size… A feat considering Drednautt was hardly small in this form…
Next came Salkeen’s focus to Ahcirej, something Drednautt knew was not entirely warranted as her fault… In her need to protect what was her own, Ahcirej disobeyed her Lord and fought him to another world… Drednautt knew that even if Salkeen and Ahcirej didn’t know it, Salkeen needed more like Ahcirej to bravely stand before him and be the one who could tell him no… Drednautt could only imagine what horrific thing Salkeen had been planning to do to get even…
Drednautt shook his head, the Orc would need to leave Ahcirej to her fate, though he wished the best for her… Making his way across the flattened earth caused by Salkeen’s incredible fury and power, the Orc stopped at a place he was sure would remain out of the way of Salkeen’s forces… Holding his great hammer, the Orc pulled back his arm before with a mighty swing slammed the ground with his incredible strength! The ground shuddered as great rough pillars of dark metal burst forth from the earth, luminous crystals lining each pillar, with another great movement the orc had secured a small mechanical device from his armor and tossed it at the earthy pillars! The device struck the pillars bouncing as it fell before activating with a great electric blast, the pillars now had formed a portal… It was only seconds before six mechanically armored goblins appeared before Drednautt, “What you need boss?” The first chirped…
Drednautt stared down at the smaller goblins before responding, “Set up a gateway between here and my domain, We are going to war!” The Orc roared, his eagerness for combat getting the better of him… “Set up everything!” The Orc commanded before he himself began to put his part into construction of a great machine forge! With a mighty swing of his hammer, the earth flattened out to a smooth hard foundation, in the center a pool of furious lava began to boil…
Orion speaks up after Isaik finishes. It will not be necessary Dark One, My past self will prevent that Izzabelle from crossing paths with ours. I’ll be needed to control the flow of time on both our Izzabelle, as well as the one she will be replacing. Orion says, his voice flowing into their minds. having two Time Gods so close might draw attention that we do not need. he finishes. Yumara lightly squeezes Masters robe. “I will recant what I said earlier, it seems Orion believes that our Izzabelle is better served if he remains.” Yumara’s grip on Masters robe tightens and for a brief moment she is filled with rage. “I have lived this life, hundreds of thousands of times, I always remember everything. I have met myself many times before Master. However I agree it is best not to draw unwanted attention to ourselves.”
Yumara smiles. “Master has most of this all figured out.” She says, the trust she has in his abilities is without parallel. Orion merely nods his head in understanding.
“I know our enemy Master, I’ve fought him in nearly every lifetime that I have lived.” As she speaks her fingers grow into long claws, vines sprout from her scalp and tangle around her hair. Yumara takes a few breaths and the changes revert back to normal…
”NO!” Yumara spins around the look in her eyes nearly wild. Isaik an tell that she is moving to a bad place fast. His earlier calming was the only thing stopping her from falling over the ledge. “He cannot touch Ebony’s Tower, if he plans on attacking it, I will remove Jericha from him Master, I will not jeopardize our lives because of some Demon Lords ignorance.” Orion jumps onto Yumara’s Shoulder, a few moments later Yumara seems calmer, but still agitated. Isaik knows that if Salkeen, and Jericha, strike out at the Tower again, he will not be able to stop the Nature Goddess, from reclaiming the Void Witch.
As Isaik reveals his true form, all other thoughts leave Yumara’s mind. She reaches out her fingers lightly ghosting over the horrific scar. “I hope the one who betrayed you paid the most horrendous of prices. I hope they suffer for eternity.” Yumara says a primal sounding growl coming from deep within her.
Isaik feels pleasure corse through Yumara at the idea of using Anomaly once again. She had used the book a few times before. Not always to the most favorable of results, as the existence of the Devourer proved. Yet she was extremely possessive, and protective of it. Enough to take it from Ebony’s Tower, and keep it hidden from Jericha. “It would be a pleasure to use Anomaly once again.” Yumara claims.
Yumara reaches for the Tome, her fingers lightly caress it before her grip tightens and she pulls it towards her. “Thank you Master.” With that said she wastes no time. With a flick of her wrist f her wrist the book opens to the page that she wants. She then Waits for Master and Orion to be ready before she starts the spell.
Orion turns to Isaik, What we do now will repair much of the damage but not all. Her Mind, her Magic, her body will be mostly fixed. Yet her soul will remain damaged. While Her Bonded can fix it to a point, he is not her souls keeper. When we saved her that duty was given to Jericha, with her it will always remain. She is the only one capable of completely repairing her soul. Yet she foolishly disregarded her role in Izzabelle’s rebirth, and Izzabelle will forever pay the price, for my folly in trusting that the heartless witch would actually keep her word. As Orion says this Yumara lets out a low growl of warning at him.
Before Izzabelle can speak there’s a flurry of motion. Orion switches to his humanoid form and starts working his time magic. As he does this Yumara starts to cast the spell from the Tome in her hands. In a prison hidden deep within a twisted labyrinth. Thousands of creatures are stripped down to just their essence. Essence which erupts from Yumara and strike Izzabelle’s deteriorating form. As she casts Yumara waits for Master to take and shape Izzabelle’s flesh into that of her past forgotten self. While doing this Orion summons the Orb of memories from earlier. This would give Izzabelle some memories of the time they were returning to. She would forget all that recently transpired, such as this last battle.
Ahcire sat waiting upon his father’s version of a throne, the great command seat of the demon lords most powerful and impressive of ships… The burst of fury had began to make Ahcire think, such characteristics were something like that in which only his father might do, his biological mother, his clone, Ahcirej was not one to lose herself in such rage… Ahcire thought back to the cowering words of the demons around him frantically trying to fulfill his will lest Ahcire himself dismember them as he had that felguard… Ahcire need not sit on this throne for very long before the great doors leading in opened…
Ahcire sat listening to the creatures excuses for why it could not protect his beloved sister, it was highly likely he would have to throw the worthless creature into the pits, her worth only that of felhunter fecal matter… A cruel grin took his face instead as his sister rose up…
“Seems like you truly enjoyed yourself sister, such a mess left behind however.” Ahcire gestured with his hand calling worthless imps to clean up the gore that spattered the walls. Ahcire motioned for his sister to sit next to him, if the demonic fools who slaved under Ahcire’s lord and master had any sense they would be nearly done soon… The great vessel Ignis’Avim being restocked the moment it had docked with the Kiln… “I felt your despair and anguish dear sister, know whatever has attacked our family line, father will surely destroy it…” Ahcire said with a sense of certainty as he watched the minor demons scour the carnage away with fel fire.
That is when the shadows of a minor demon and something more elf like appeared in the doorways… “Enter…” Ahcire growled gesturing for the minor demon to pull Lhashira forward… Pull the imp did, but gone was his cheery taunting of Lhashira from before, the pitiful and feeble creature could sense that such behavior was likely to end in his horrific torturous death… “I hear you were the creature that brought back those unworthy scum who sought to escape my father’s demands? Sought to flee from his wondrous mercy and grace?” Ahcire spoke glaring down at the pitiful minor demon and the creature behind it.
“You were the wise one in this endeavor… Like the birth of a newborn child the first moments under our great lord can be that of great pain and suffering! However for those who have the resolve to survive the first agony, will experience a higher form of being, rising above those stillborn creatures that succumb to the torment… Those who fail will forever feel the anguish of their feeble bodies until they are either broken or find the will to elevate…” Ahcire spoke as if he was before his father this very moment… “Let us hope our lord feels this way about you… We are on our way to meet him this very moment…” Ahcire growled, around him the ship thrummed to life shifting beneath them ever so slightly letting all those aboard know it was to late to leave now… A resounding boom echoes out as the ship went to warp speed, outside the vessel the glowing green lights reflected off the hull!
Jaseiah who is still clinging to her brother, turns to see what Ahcire is talking about. Her arms drop to her side as she takes in the carnage. It was a massacre, demonic ichor, and bits of body, covered a large area og the floor. There where bloody globs of what looked like brains matter, and bone splinter fragments stuck to the wall. About this time Jaseiah notices that she is covered in blood, and gore. That she is covering her Brother with it as well. “More enjoyable dear Brother if I remembered doing it.” Jaseiah says as she turns back to face Achire, a cruel smile forming on her lips. “Still it pleases me to know that they did not have an enjoyable experience.” Jaseiah states carelessy waving her hand to motion at those behind her.
Jaseiah slid off her Brothers lap and into the seat her Mother would normally occupy. “Ahcire why are we aboard Lord fathers great vessel? Last thing I remember is being in the control room.” Jaseiah asks, as she watches the Imps burning away the carnage. “It was awful brother, I never felt anything like it before. I hope to never feel anything like it again.” she says with a slight shudder, a lost look fleeting over her face momentarily. “I can still feel mother’s pain, she is being fed upon ahcire. Both her Void, along with our lord Father’s fel are being drained from her. I felt that while I was trapped in that awful space. Then came the despair, followed by nothingness, the emptiness was the worse. The pain, the despair, let me know I still existed. The nothingness was something else entirely…” Jaseiah says, looking down at her gore covered form, her nose crinkly with disgust. She turns back to her brother. “Disgusting! Seroiusy why do the lesser demonic scum have to be so messy?” she asks, before returning to the subject. “I too am certain that Father will destroy whomever was foolish enough to attack our family. We both have witnessed and know, the only one allowed to cause mother this much pain is him.” Jaseiah states, as her body erupts in fel flames burning away most of the filth.
Jaseiah straightens up in her seat, as the Imp pulls the Demon Hunter forward. The demon Huntress looked like she wanted to boot the lesser thing across the room. Jaseiah senses it right off, for some strange reason mother had a strong dislike for this creature that now stood before them. Then again who did mother not dislike? Turning to the Imp who is bowing continuously to her Brother she speaks. “Help your bretheren clean up this mess, unless you would prefer becoming a part of it?” The Imp was scouring the floor with fire before she even finished speaking. Looking up at ahcire she speaks, “She bares the mark of one that mother has taken pleasure in torturing.” she says in a voice that Lhashira can clearly hear. Tilting her head in the Demon Huntresses direction a sadistic smile spreads across her face. “I’m not quite as good at torture as my mother but I endeavor to try my best.” Jaseiah states, to the Hunter that is now kneeling before them. She does not understand yet why this Demoness was here.
Ah! so that is why she was brought before them. drumming her fingers on the arm of her seat, she speaks. “Where are these retches that thought to try and escape from Their Lord?” Jaseiah asks rising to her feet and approaching the kneeling Demoness.
Reaching down she grabs the Hunters chin and tilts her head up. “Brother speaks the truth, tell me… do you have the resolve to rise above the great agony that you will surely suffer, to prove that you have a place among fathers elite? Or will you become nothing more than pit food and fecal matter, like many before you?” Yaseiah asks of her before releasing her and turning to walk back to her seat.
Jaseiah smiled it would be nice to have the family all in one spot again. Yet once they warp into space above Umbra Shukil, she gasps in pain, she drops into her seat breathing hard. “Damn Mother’s pain is so much stronger here.” Jaseiah states taking a few deep breaths.
Lhashira allowed the wretched little demon to pull her forward into the room. The Imp looks up at her and hisses, “kneel before the Great one.” Lhashira drops to her knees, the Imp quickly follows by dropping to his. “Great One, the Demon Huntress you sent me to retrieve.” Lhashira glanced over at the pathetic grovelling creature. Where was all the boistering, and bravado now?
Lhashira cannot help the slight grin that comes to her face as that little bas… Imp gets threatened. She swears she has never seen anything move that fast.
Lhashira realizing who’s before her swallows hard, she had no desire to be anywhere near either the Mother, or the daughter. The early torture, and escape from the feeding pits, was still somewhat fresh.
“Yes My Lord.” Lhashira says, she wasn’t asked for any sort of explanation. So she answered the question directly.
Lhashira looks up at the Woman covered in demonic Blood, and gore, as she approaches. “They were being taken away by the Guards as I was brought here My Lady.” Lhashira says, she truly had no idea where they were brought too, only that they were taken. Jaseiah still holding her by the chin lets out a small sigh, “That’s a pity.”
“I will always do above my best when it comes to Serving Lord Salkeen, My Lord.” Lhashira states truthfully. The contract meant that she would loyally serve Lord Salkeen Until either her permanent death, or he was defeated. Lhashira didn’t see either happening soon.
“Yes! I do have the will to rise above all those lesser demons, I will prove my worth.” Lhashira says with conviction. Jaseiah releases her chin and smiles evilly “Such a big words, from a tiny being, remember this as you are being broken by his Queen.” Jaseiah say cruelly before returning to her chair.
Lhashira didn’t need to be told they were closer to Lord Salkeen. Like any Demon bound to the will of another, she could feel his presence much more strongly now.
In a flash he’s on Yumara’s shoulder, this isn’t something he would normally do. Still desperate times call for desperate measures. When Orion speaks it’s solely into Isaik’s mind. I just rewound the last few seconds. While she knows they attacked Ebony’s Tower. She doesn’t know of Umbra Shukil, or of Salkeen desire to wage a war against Ebony and his Tower from such a place. It might be best to keep that from her until we return from the past. Orion suggests.
After a brief conversation they were nearly prepared to get this started. They just needed to heal, and flesh shape Izzabelle, give her the memories he had gathered, and figure out what point to bring her back to.
Orion turns to Sericon, just as he takes on his Humanoid form and catches Izzabelle as she collapses into unconsciousness. “I apologize for this, we are going to fix her, she was badly damaged from that last attack.” Orion says to him. As he speaks the air around them seems to be filled with millions of time telling devices. Nearly all of them are frozen, yet some of them start to move. The clocks tick, the sand pours the hands move. “Chose a time Dark One, and I will bring us there.”
Varicar sensed the slight changes in Faendrel’s breathing, the way her body starts to tense up beside him. Before she can let out so much as a sigh, the homunculi struck her with his palm paralyzing her vocal chords. “Be silent, do you wish to announce to the whole ship, we are here.” Varicar commands, his voice not but a hissing whisper.
Faendrel tried to squirm away, but Varicar was prepared for such an reaction. With a few jabs of his fingers in key places, Faendrel finds her body as paralyzed as her vocal chords. “Be still, I will not have you jeopardize this mission.” The sheer lack of emotion when he says this has Faendrel recoiling in her mind. The homunculi would not hesitate to kill Faendrel if he needed too…
Varicar started to send his fel tainted healing chi down to heal the wreckage of Faendrel’s lower body a true mess of gore and exposed bones… it was a wonder the smell of such carnage didn’t alert the alliance to their position. Faendrel silently summons more pests and vermin, to accentuate the healing. Varicar paused he could sense even with both of them using magic, it seems to only be healing half as fast as it should be. Something is severely dampening the effects of the healing magic and that was a variable Varicar didn’t like…
Varicar focused his full attention on Faendrel, this was information that was of great importance to the master, knowledge to the nature of Jericha the one who was responsible for so many now under the Master’s control… Varicar tilted his head, at the moment the elimination of Ebony was a positive thing, the dark elf creature had been interfering with the Master and Salkeen nonstop… Such actions required a response… Death…
This was troubling information, Jericha was connected to the tower itself, if the tower had been damaged as Faendrel spoke than Jeeicha was wounded… Like a wild beast, Salkeen might be unreasonable to those around him, drunk off the stupors of rage filled adrenaline… “If you are connected to the tower physically… It’s damage is your damage… Your health is it’s repair?” Varicar stated, a probing question but with the firmness of a machine calculating a answer to a equation…
Varicar continued his examination of Faendrel’s words on what had just occurred… Judging by how he himself had felt his heart come to a screeching halt, his own mother of the homunculi was effected… This made the situation quite important… The homunculi mulled over whether the situation demanded a faster evacuation then theft of a boat, it was risky and left behind issues to be solved but in a case such as this it might be necessary…
Varicar closer his fist causing his magic to freeze Faendrel’s vocal chords once more. As she lays against him, red mists start flowing up over her body, her rest was now required as Varicar considered there options. Faendrel tried not to breathe, however seeing this the homunculi doubled up his fist and jabbed her in the diaphragm. Faendrel gasped taking in a large amount of the crimson mist, It slightly burns her airways, and lungs. Yet before she can react, she goes limp, Varicar growled the healing would be more sufficiently done with her being asleep. Varicar pondered the situation, he was sure the Master heard what she had said about Jericha.
Ahcire gave a dark grin, “Quite dear sister, they were filled with great fear and horror as you cut them down…” Ahcire spoke, the violent bloodshed reminded him of his father and mother…
Ahcire couldn’t explain it but he felt it was the right path, as if subconsciously his father and mother were calling to him, they were ready for something… Planning something big, a invasion unlike any other! “I felt father needed us, needed his great vessel… I can’t explain how…” Ahcire stated his eyes turned towards the outside of the vessel, he had felt something ever since he watched his father rain a burning death from the heavens…
“You will not return to such a place sister, not while I live and breath… As for whatever foolishly clings to our father’s power? Let them drink! He power of fel is eternal! Our father is hardly a weak lesser demon…” Ahcire spoke with conviction before glaring at the imps that had arrived to scour the floor of such filth…
Ahcire nearly tossed the axe he held at the Impsy right then and there, “Filthy and worthless…” Ahcire hissed about his thoughts on minor demons… “Which is why this is such a transgression dear sister…” Ahcire said with a stark coldness, he too wished for vengeance on who attacked their father…
Ahcire glanced over at the door the pitiful creature leading the way… Did it feel itself superior for leading a creature that had actually done Salkeen a service to them? Ahcire roller his eyes, the imp was nothing to him, it was likely that Ahcire would allow their guest to control the imp… Jaseiah spoke first, she had a strong conviction like his mother when she was enraged…
Ahcire straightened his back in his father’s throne as he watched this demon hunter, had he met her before? Her demeanor was much more refined then those lesser demons… And yet as Jaseiah said she bore the mark of their mothers torture… Was this why this demoness was so willing to serve?
Ahcire watched the two converse his sister tortured by the fact she could not punish those who dared to try and desert Salkeen’s great mercy and power… Ahcire felt it, this very moment they resides in the prison hull, the two brother and sister will have brought order to the Kiln and deliver these two deserters straight to their lord father…
Ahcire only had few words for such a response… “We shall see…” Ahcire hissed, he knew there had been greater boastings from worse failures… Jaseiah snapped once more at Lhashira before settling beside him again, with a resounding explosion as atmospheric pressure was pushed away from the great vessel, Ahcire knew they had arrived…
Ahcire nodded he felt something off as well… As the ship descended lower in the sky focusing on the point of their father, it halted before pointing up to the heavens… Legion ships had the uncanny ability to become floating towers of death when the situation demanded… Within the ship, the occupants felt nothing, the rooms moved as the ship had… “It is time… Take us to the surface to Lord Salkeen…” Ahcire commanded, the demons in the control center obeyed deploying short distance legion teleporters… Around the three green fire burned up and around them before they landed on stark black and red stone of Umbra Shukil, the aftermath of their father’s fury… Ahcire kneeled, he need not speak, Lord Salkeen already knew they were coming…
Salkeen glared at Ahcirej unfazed, the demon lord himself was a pinnacle of pride and arrogance and yet here was a minion of his doubting his power… Did she truly believe that he couldn’t accomplish exactly what he planned to do for the transgressions of Ahcirej’s?
Salkeen crossed his arms, Ahcirej would differ extra for her lack of faith, what the demon lord could achieve was beyond what most believed was possible, his will stronger than even the universe’s laws of physics!
Salkeen turned to glare at the orcish women who had come to swear fealty to the demon lord… “The worthless creature Ebony will be less than dust when I finish with him… His screams a grim reminder to the universe for those who challenge the power of a demon lord protecting what is his!” Salkeen growled a deep roar like growl, it was just as much a threat to Ebony as it was to Kasakura…
Salkeen watched the vision in his new minion’s mind, his fury to end Ebony still burned in his soul, and yet the demon lord would not blindly trust this orc yet… The demon lord peered through the vision observing as Jericha stood before this orc teaching her the truth of power… All great power came from strife, came from conflict, came from sacrifice! Salkeen gave a cruel dark smile under his shrouded mask, “To really get a understanding in all things that matter is the result of much bitter fighting, of suffering, spiritual agony and soul passion. Life itself would have no meaning if there was no fighting on all planes, if all was smooth and monotonous. Everything fights in nature. Every plant fights to get more sunshine, every animal fights for food; the gods themselves fight. Constant struggle on all planes to which it has access is the birthright of the creature. It is a great pleasure to see Jericha taught you well in such regards… You would never hope to defeat any such creature from the darkness without such teachings…” Salkeen hissed, Salkeen then turned his dark visage towards Drednautt…
Salkeen nodded, taking a step back his plans of sieging that Ebony tower were coming to fruition, the likes of Reavrix had only fought a single commander on the field of battle, now there would be two, twin armies of great death and the third army of personally trained killers of the void…
In the bleeding sky above, the images of other worlds still present from the great destruction caused by Jericha and Salkeen, appeared the Ignis’Avim… The rest of those who were required to conquer a world had arrived…
Salkeen turned towards his children who had just arrived to his new bastion of power, the fortress that would serve as the focal point of his campaign to conquer that Ebony tower… A cruel dark predatory smile formed on Salkeen’s face, the demon lord turned to ensure Ahcirej was indeed still watching her lord… “It is about time you come before me once more my dear children… Your exploits aboard the Kiln are known even here… A reward is in order for those who serve loyally… But first Ahcire… Come forth…” Salkeen hissed, and obey Ahcire did moving towards his father ready to rewarded…
Salkeen’s visage turned darker, “Ahcirej, since I cannot inflict such pain or agony upon you, Ahcire shall experience it in your place!” Salkeen hissed grasping Ahcire roughly on the shoulder drawing thick blood! In an instant Ahcire was surrounded by spiraling fel flames that burned his very flesh and caused him to scream out in agony… Salkeen focused his dark vision on Ahcirej as he continued to feed the burning flames that ripped at Ahcire… “You defied me to stop such agony upon one like Ahcire, now you will be the cause of it…” Salkeen let more fel flow into Ahcire healing his would as quickly as he burned them open again… The son of the demon lord would for now experience only agony!! The screams of Ahcire echoes out in the flattened grasslands…
Ahcirej stood ready to fight for her Lord if she was needed. It didn’t matter if she was upset, she would still fight for him. It takes Ahcirej a moment, but she soon recognizes Kasakura. She now wore many more scars, each one a badge of honor to her. The one Jericha trained to take over her massive army. Not only did she recieve training from Jericha, but from Yumara as well. A part of Kasakura’s army had fought their way through Ebony’s Tower, with Yumara to free Jericha from him. That now seemed like centuries ago. Knowing that nothing was attacking she allows herself relax a little. Turning she continues to walk across the fel pocked dead red world. Moving swiftly away from Salkeen, towards the echoes which call out to her. A massive boom stops her in her tracks as the Ignis’Avim appears in the crimson sky above what was recently dubbed Umbra Shukil. Ahcirej wasn’t surprised that Lord Salkeen would bring his most powerful of Vessels to this place.
Ahcirej continuous on her way, stopped once again as both her son Ahcire, and her niece Jaseiah appear next to Lord Salkeen. It was nice to see that they were okay, although Jaseiah didn’t look well, and she seemed to be growing steadly worse. Ahcirej turns and starts walking towards the children.
Ahcirej smiles she is proud that her son along with her Neice were able to bring the Kiln back under control. She watches as Lord Salkeen call Ahcire to him, if only she had known.
She turns towards Lord Salkeen, “Do not do this, lord Salkeen.” Yet her words fall on deaf ears as she watches her son burn. As he burns so to do the mental chains that bonded her will to Salkeen’s. He wasn’t her Lord, he was nothing, as the chains burn and break. Ahcirej realizes that something is wrong. With every tortured scream, from Ahcire it becomes more noticable. Ahcirej’s very existence is vanishing, with it her holy light is dying. As her light vanishes so does Jericha’s void. As Jericha’s void vanishes she starts to die. Salkeen feels it as pieces of his soul fragment return to him. Jaseiah collapses to the ground, the Cyborg body stops moving, Ahcirej can no longer able to bind herself to it. She is rabidly losing her ability to experience emotions. Is this what it truly is to be unbound, no emotions, no dreams, no pain, no thoughts. You have nothing to worry about, because you are nothing. For a moment Ahcire would feel the touch of a cool hand on his face, it would cut through even the worse of Salkeen’s flames. Salkeen’s demonic vision gives him a front row seat to the destruction of Ahcirej. He watches as her existence is pulled apart, and with it comes the knowledge, that he’s on the verge of losing everything.
Within the Subterranean domain Of the Masters, everything starts to fall apart. Anomaly strikes the floor as Yumara starts becoming more ethereal. Orion seems is great agony as he gives his all to keep Izzabelle from being claimed by Oblivion. Turning towards Isaik “What is happening Dark One?” he asks through gritted teeth, “Why is Jericha dying? Please tell me that Salkeen hasn’t attacked the tower again.” Orion says in complete exasperation.
Drednautt peered skywards, Salkeen’s grand vessel coming forth from the Kiln to serve as the top of the spear attacking Ebony’s tower… It was the grandest of vessels, something Drednautt was mildy jealous of…
Drednautt sent his great hammer crashing down into the hillside creating great walls of black metal that would serve as the outer walls of his wing of the fortress… Drednautt paused his vision snapping to the sounds of Lord Salkeen torturing one of his spawn before Ahcirej, unable to harm her physically he resulted to using the only thing his mind could come up with next!
Ahcire looked broken from the mere act that Salkeen had decided to pull, in his arrogance and aggression brought upon by losing Jericha he was causing it himself. Drednautt did the only thing he felt was right to do… With a great heave the mighty hammer in his hand flew through the fetid air growing in size before impacting near Salkeen and his dark ritual, Drednautt charged forward with great purpose towards the demon lord, before in the middle of his strides he began to grow and change, long horns sprouting from his head as his teeth grew sharper. His mouth and head elongated, before his neck grew much longer, the Orc fell to his fours limbs as they too grew in size, long black scaled arms and legs with razor sharp claws… A tail appeared behind him as his body grew the once orc became nearly the size of a alliance gunship… Finally two great wings sprouted from his back, only to reveal their webbing horrifically torn, he would never fly… The great black dragon stopped infront of Salkeen with enough force to cause the air around them to thunderclap, “Salkeen consider your actions!” Came a deep rumbling roar from the dragon… “Before you lies the destruction caused by you, your queen and your greatest enemy! How would this valley look if you were still in your own domain…” Drednautt hissed a massive reptilian boom… “Now even with your enemy defeated, you have become your own destruction…” Drednautt growled, he did not strike out at Salkeen though in their current conditions Drednautt might succeed in fight the demon lord this time…
Salkeen glared at Drednautt and Ahcirej, his face stern and aggressive still yet inside his own mind he felt Jericha growing weaker, he saw the damage that was caused by his callous actions… Salkeen closed his claws banishing the fel flames… Before them all Ahcire fell to the ground, remade by the flames… His skin was purified of any blemishes, his eyes burning more glowing gold then ever before, Ahcire’s muscles were stronger than ever… “When I first met you, you had no family to speak of, is this how you want to be remembered by your own children?” Drednautt growled loudly, focusing his great reptilian eyes upon Salkeen’s demonic visage… Salkeen glanced back between Ahcirej and Drednautt, “Such errors will not occur again…” Salkeen growled low, perhaps he had indeed reacted to violently…
Drednautt turned his head to look at Ahcirej to see if such words and actions would appeal to her will to stay, she was needed in Salkeen’s life, whether she knew it or not…
Salkeen watched Ahcirej closely, this was not as intended… She begged yes, but this was no repentance before him, it was primal fear for her offspring… Salkeen frowned inwardly as the spell continued, Ahcire’s flesh was burned away, painfully agonizing in its process, but afterwards he was healed… Salkeen was burning away the impurities of the Gnomes wretched cloning device… Ahcire would never truly be Lord Salkeen’s until he was refined… His cells were seared removing the tainted dna that had been altered by that gnomish creature only to be replaced and healed by the combined dna of Ahcirej and Salkeen…
Salkeen stood, seemingly unmoved by the great drake that stood before him, the demon lord ideally peered at the area around him, perhaps if Ahcire has not forced him to the place now known as Umbra Shukil, Jericha would be gone or worse… If defiance was met with punishment, then loyalty despite how it was originally perceived should be met with reward…
Salkeen glared at Drednautt and Ahcirej, his face stern and aggressive still yet inside his own mind he felt Jericha growing weaker, he saw the damage that was caused by his callous actions… Salkeen closed his claws banishing the fel flames… Before them all Ahcire fell to the ground, remade by the flames… His skin was purified of any blemishes, his eyes burning more glowing gold then ever before, Ahcire’s muscles were stronger than ever…
Salkeen glanced back between Ahcirej and Drednautt, “Such errors will not occur again…” Salkeen growled low, perhaps he had indeed reacted too violently… Drednautt looked to Ahcirej to see if perhaps such words had gotten through to her, but Salkeen was not one to test such fates…
“Ahcire…” Salkeen hissed turning to his son still dazed from his recent transformation… The demon lord had seen Jaseiah’s condition become as frail as his Jericha, “Take Jericha and Jaseiah aboard the Ignis’Avim for healing and recuperation…” Salkeen handed the dazed Ahcire Jericha’s body before he focused his visage on Ahcirej, “Come…” Salkeen stated his aggression finally gone, the demon lord sincerely hoped the unbound women might listen for she might here something not often heard by anything especially those still alive… Salkeen gestured with his mighty claws summoning a wall of fel fire that cut the vision away from any of the other minions on the planet, only Ahcirej and Drednautt would be privileged enough to hear his words…
Peering directly into Ahcirej’s ever growing translucent eyes he speaks words with the great command, “The fault is not yours! Ahcire still lives, by your hand… Your Lord is not known for making mistakes, this once you have seen a error in judgment and will…” Salkeen hissed, his first words hopefully breaking any nightmares she was plagued by, the other ensures she knew Ahcire still lived, finally he did what he never did… Admit error… “Do not forget fel pumps through my dark heart, no matter what is before me, thoughts of darkened chaos will rage at my thoughts… Greed, Pride, and Wrath my very vices, a curse that is difficult even for one such as me to control… This does not mean my nature should control my actions…, So close to ultimate failure brought out a demon in me unlike any other, do not expect to personally meet this creature again… I will not let wrath borne resentment harm what is mine ever again…” Salkeen stated, his arms were crossed over his body as he finished, the demon lord was did not wish to lose what was his…