Of Gods and Demons
It was not the first time nor was the last that she would dream of escape. But that was all it was. For she knew that it was impossible to ever leave the wasteland that confined her, suffocating her with its fires and brimstone.
Netherealm. A place of horrors and nightmares, ruled by the cruel and indifferent Elder god Shinnok. It was not he whom Ashrah feared the most, but his commander, an oni known as the arch sorcerer Quan Chi. There was never a minute where she wasn't thinking of him, tormented by his grasp on her existence.
And like the suffering noxious fumes of the hellish world, Quan Chi choked her yearning for a life outside of this. Countless times she was tortured for her trying to flee from his control.
Yet everytime her desire for freedom intensified, burning in her mind like a sacred jewel of hope. Freedom, what was it? Where is it? Could it ever exist?
A sharp growl from Diara drew the demoness' attention to the task at hand. Sighing, she stood by her sister's side and looked down into the pit.
The task from Quan Chi was simple. Move in and eliminate the rogue demons and bring in their heads for the count. Ashrah narrowed her yellow slit eyes as she stared at the broken temple below. Somewhere behind all that rubble, the rebels were crouching, hoping to spring at them in ambush.
"The fools have trapped themselves in," Diara bared her teeth in pleasure. "If we're careful we can get them from behind." Fingering the handle of her onyx dangers, she thirst for blood.
Ashrah said nothing, though she was more prudent than her hot tempered sister. If she was in charge of the mission she would have brought more support. Not her proud sister. Diara had a stubborn streak to rely on herself, a trait that made her endearing to their master.
As they scaled their way down into the depression, Ashrah kept her guard up, watching for any signs of movement. Her hand held fast to her Obsidian sword. As they entered the mysterious structure, she remembered the old tales of the place, of the rumors of a shrine that no demon would dare tread its holy ground. Yet it was said that embedded in a black boulder was a weapon of immense power, capable of eradicating the darkness that surrounded it. A weapon of heavenly origin.
Ashrah knew it was nonsense however and forced her attention to their mission.
To be kontinued...