Dance of Demons
By: Flattened Mi...aka, Flattened Bookworm and Dyaoka :)
Warnings: Future shounen-ai. Don't like, don't read. As simple as that.
Prologue
The moon was high and full; the wind whistled through the courtyard. Two dark figures stood, both 10 feet away from the other. They chanted softly in unison, their voices making a distinguished tibre in the silent, midnight air. With absolutely no warning, light sprang up beneath the feet of the figures and spread to form a circle. Intricate runes appeared within it, spiraling around and filling the illuminated circle. In the middle was a symbol of a crescent scythe locked in combat with a sword.
Suddenly, a split formed down the middle of the spell. The ground rumbled and the light darkened instantly; the air surged with a roar of power. A huge humanoid goat monster stood, a crescent scythe in its grasp. Its shadow loomed over Prontera Church. It was Lord Baphomet...and he was free again.
Far off in Izlude, a young swordsman screamed.
Baphomet roared again, challenging the priests that dared to appear before him. Many quailed and ran, but the older priests stayed and gave commands, trying to keep order. Bells tolled, warning the slow waking city. Young ones would be hidden, and the ones able to fight would stall the monster.
Yet there was no time…it was chaotic; it was confusing. People screamed as the goat rampaged forward, destroying the church, heedless of the spells hurled at him. He simply walked over them; he was much to strong to be defeated by those fools...the mere mortals. More screams...more blood…more pain…
The swordsman tossed, but wouldn't waken, despite the efforts of his peers. It wasn't time.
It was the morning, and dawn's light shone upon rubble. Corpses littered the area where the Church once stood, proud and divine; now, it was merely rubble, splattered with blood. It no longer stood in all its glory. The monstrosity and its summoners had left, and in their wake, left behind a trail of destruction. Those that survived slowly appeared to see if they could find help and other survivors.
By high noon, the swordsman had passed into a dangerous fever.
...To Be Continued...
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