So, here is the official sequel to my first story, "The Extinct Ally". As everyone knows, I finished that story with the conflict unresolved, and I intend to do this with this story. Also note that the chapters for this story will be noticeably longer than those from "TEA"(The Extinct Ally). Also, if you want to know more about the series that this story and "TEA" are apart of(The Rise Of Extinction series), check out the Extinct Allypedia wiki.
Countdown To Extinction
Chapter 1
3 months after the ending of Extinct Ally;Feinster, Alageasia.
The streets were barren, with smoking rubble lining the scene. The once towering, majestic ruling castle of Feinster had slime-covered black tendrils crawling over the stone walls. The highest tower of the castle had been turned into an indescribably hideous watch-guard beast, it's single eye scanning the scene for anything that looked even remotely human.
The spirits were chanting some sort of inaudible incantation as they floated down the pavement, their ever-shifting colors making the scenery flash but it did little to brighten the mood as the flames licked the air while soot blackened the corpses littered around and inside the once glorious houses and mansions.
Daghelef floated in an indescribable, otherworldly pattern, bobbing up and down while humming a macrabaic tune that he had learned from the death god, Angvard, himself. The undead slaves, Arya and Thorn, followed close behind, although at the pace they were walking, they would never catch up if Daghelef sped up, which he usually did at Angvard's orders so as to torture his victims before executing them.
Just then, Daghelef heard a bizarre sound coming from behind a wall. It was small and incoherent at first, but Daghelef heard it a second time, and at that time, it was considerably louder. Daghelef shot out a harmless, small ball of white light to signal for Arya and Thorn to stop.
Daghelef floated up to the moss-ridden wall. Stopping a few short inches from the structure, he fired a flicker of light into the set of bricks. Near instantly, a great white fire blazed into existence and quickly consumed the wall. However, once the wall was entirely obliterated, the fire vanished into a mere stream of smoke, and revealed the one who had made the noise:a young human boy. Daghelef guessed that he was probably not much older then eleven years old.
"Please! Please, do not hurt me! I-I have lost my mother! She is dead! Please, if you can bring her back, I will forever serve you!", the boy wailed as Daghelef glared into him.
But Daghelef did not care. He had a job to do, and that job was to serve Angvard. And Angvard had specifically stated that Daghelef was the leader of the extermination squadrons and should Daghelef find a survivor of the physical realm, that survivor should suffer a cruel, painful death.
Foolish, pathetic little physical realmer! You should have just fallen over and died when Angvard first came rather than cowering right here like the barbarian you despicably are! Now you shall discover what Hell is, in it's purest form!, Daghelef hissed before he summoned the strength to begin a non-verbal spell. Due to the fact he was a spirit, it took less than the fraction of a second for Daghelef to complete the spell. With the summoning process finished, Daghelef created a white, spiritual serpent. It hissed and spat as the boy screamed, but no one came as the serpent wrapped it self around his body.
As it slithered upon the boy, it disintegrated his flesh and hair. The boy screamed and yelled but his flesh was gone within two seconds as his muscles and organs were burned into ashes. The last thing the boy saw was Thorn's scales before the serpent wrapped itself around his eyes and burned them out. The serpent vanished as the boy's bare skeleton fell to the ground.
Creating a white field of energy around the skeleton, Daghelef murmured some odd incantation as the skeleton shook and rattled before scuttling up, and the energy field vanished as the skeleton completely got up and looked around for a brief moment before walking forward and joining Daghelef at his side. Angvard would be excruciatingly pleased with this new addition to his army. With this, Daghelef commanded the skeleton, Thorn, and Arya to keep moving forward.
-POV change-
Eragon writhed in the room, the rusted brown chains
hissing as he moved and they kept pressing onto his torso. His eyes were shut by some sort of otherworldly clampers, his groans and grunts showing just how much of a pitiable state he was in.
Suddenly, he heard a pulsing he could not see it, Eragon then also heard the knob on the cell door turn. A loud creeeaak was sounded upon as the door opened.
"It is time for your meal, you ugly puddle of urine! I do not know why Angvard even tells me to give you this-you never even touch it, since you are such a spoiled physical realm brat!", a cruel voice cackled as Eragon heard something drop onto the floor. It was the food tray.
The clampers covering Eragon's eyes were lifted. He saw that it was the same man from the past three days who had delivered the food. This man, the food-deliverer, was black. But that was only putting it mildly. This man was entirelyblack. Everything about him was black-his clothing, his hair(that is, if he had any, for Eragon could not see any), his arms, his face, his legs, and even his eyes were a menacing shade of pure black. The fact that there was no light whatsoever in the room made him appear as if though he were a mere shadow, without even a physical body.
"Eat this, you hill of dung! Eat this, or I shall slowly tear your clothing off and let you stand naked in front of Lord Angvard for his entertainment!", the man said as he took a glob of some unrecognizable food and shoved it down Eragon's throat.
Eragon choked as the food entered his mouth, his tongue attempting to stick itself to the roof of the mouth so as to spare the taste buds of the horror of the slime being shoved into Eragon's mouth, but it was no use, as the food had already entered the mouth and quickly pressed down the tongue.
Eragon's eyes widened and then suddenly shut as he swallowed the food, not even being able to chew. His mouth went dry as he took in the bitter and sour taste, his stomach retching as he spat several tiny remnants of food onto the mud-ridden floor.
"You shall eat everything, so do not be such a spoiled child!", the man hissed as he picked up the now mud covered food remnants and pushed them into Eragon's mouth. Eragon attempted to bite the man's fingers as the food was placed in, but just as his teeth came into contact with the man's purely black flesh, he cried out and pulled his teeth back as the shadows on the man's skin fought back.
Then, suddenly, an orb of light floated into the room and lit up the dark room. However, it was not a lantern being held by a person;it was a spirit, as Eragon could tell as it floated closer, for it had a range of multicolored tentacles swirling around it. The spirit was red and the size of a miniature boulder.
"What do you want, Gourzier?Can you not see I am busy with the prisoner?", the man yelled as he looked up, giving Eragon enough time to silently spit out the remnats of the food.
It is urgent, Saibor, and Angvard himself stated that it cannot and will not wait. Lord Angvard stated he wishes to speak with the prisoner, and this one specifically, Gourzier whispered as he reached out a tentacle towards Eragon's face to show the man that the "prisoner" Angvard wanted was Eragon.
The man, whose name was apparently Saibor, judging by what the spirit had said, turned back towards Eragon and bended over. He reached out his hand before slipping his fingers around Eragon's throat. Eragon felt himself being lifted, and as his feet were swept off the ground, the fingers around his throat were tightened and the veins on his neck bulged in response.
Eragon was being led through a vast, great hall, judging by what he saw through the spirit's light. As he was being led further, however, the area got brighter, and it was not because of the spirit;Eragon could see several torches flickering on the walls. The amount of torches on the walls grew as a noise that sounded as if though a conversation was going on. Saibor and the spirit suddenly swerved around a corner and Eragon saw a large room in front of them.
As they entered, Eragon could see the walls were a shade of gray that was nearly turning black. The floor was laid with a red carpet, but it was dark red, and covered with brown musk. Eragon looked to see what appeared to be a throne filled with skulls. Sitting on top of the wide, skull-ridden throne was a man cloaked in gray, his right hand holding what looked as if though it were some sort of scythe, and the man's face was completely hidden by the gray hood, and atop his cloaked head stood a crown. However, it was a disgusting crown, for Eragon could see eyes and tongues in it.
The man upon the throne looked up and took notice of Eragon. Eragon thought he saw a glimmer under the blackness of the hood, perhaps a flash of the man's eyes, but what it really was remained unknown, as the glimmer was gone in about a fraction of a second. Finally, the man spoke.
"Prisoner. Young one. Do you know who I am? For I know who you are, but do you know who I am? You most likely do not, for you are uneducated and taught only the most blasphemous crap known to any sentient creature. So, for that, I shall tell you who I am:I am Angvard, the human god of death, the ruler of the dead, the conqueror of realms! And for escaping from my clutches at first and for not knowing who I am, I shall have you executed. Guards! Guards!", Angvard screamed at the very top of his ghastly lungs, and as he did so, several men rushed in. No, not men, creatures, for their faces were twisted back and mutilated beyond the point of believability, and their flesh was scarred and covered with torn scales.
"Take him outside! He is to be executed in front of the crowd!", Angvard commanded as he pointed his long, gray, skeletal hand at Eragon's chest.
Instantly, the guards ran to Eragon and Saibor let go as the guards grabbed Eragon by his shoulders. Eragon was helpless as the guards quickly dragged him outside. He attempted to utter a spell, but Eragon could not do it. "BRISINGR!", he yelled, but no fire materialized. He heard one of the guards let go of him and walk up to the gate in front of them before he started talking in his own language.
Eragon heard a loud sound that sounded similar to a grinding noise as the gate opened. Eragon wished for light to pour in, but there was none. Eragon felt himself falling down several cracked steps as the guards carefully stepped down them.
There was nothing Eragon was able to do now. He had no weapons, he was being held and dragged by a mob of monstrosities, and he could not use magic.
The guards laid Eragon onto a wood table. One of them drew a black hood over Eragon's head, and Eragon's vision was blotted out. A loud cheer was heard as Eragon's end imminently drew, nearer and nearer.
End of the first chap. of CTE! Anything you want from the next chapter, just tell me in the Comments/Reviews section! R&R!