Welcome back, gang. Unfortunately, this chapter is shorter than the others and only focuses on Balor's history lesson. Enjoy.

The Death of Finlach

Balor starred at the stage. He didn't want to be back here, in limbo. Despite that feeling of danger he had been happy. He had been happy to be where he belonged not in some amphitheater in limbo.

"When will this be over?" Procyon starred at Balor. What the boy going on about? "I'm not happy learning about Antaeus like this. It would make more sense to learn about him from Hard, he is the reincarnation of Antaeus after all!"

"It will be over when I say it's over." Procyon turned his head back to look at the stage. "You will learn this way, and you will remember it!" Procyon starred at the clay figures on the stage. Although he had died and since ascended to the floating mountain across the rainbow bridge as a celestial and the guardian of the bridge, he had plans. He had plans for young Balor. While those of his village tried to force him to become like Gard, Procyon had his own plans for Balor.

Upon the stage one of the twins, Finlach stood walking alone on a battlefield. Soon enough a masked person appeared. The mask had a hooded appearance and was white. Finlach starred at the person in curiousness. He was armed with a spear and a sword, on his left arm was a shield.

"What are you?" Finlach starred at the masked figure. There was something familiar about this person.

"A person of flesh and blood, just as you!" The masked person's voice sounded strange. Expressionless and hypnotized! "They call me the Hunter."

"There is no name more hateful to my ears." Finlach held up his own spear in challenge. "Lay on then, Hunter, and cursed be him that first cries 'Hold! Enough!'"

Without a response, the Hunter threw his spear at Finlach who then dodged the spear. Strangely, the spear returned to its owner after hitting the ground.

"I thank you, master." The words the Hunter spoke shocked Finlach.

"Master?" Finlach starred in shock at the masked being before him. "You are a slave! Tell me who your master is, Hunter, and me and my friends shall free you!"

"Death is a release, not a punishment." The Hunter's voice made it clear to Finlach of what his master had done to him.

Finlach threw his spear. It would have struck flesh had the Hunter not quickly blocked it with his shield. The spear broke and Finlach drew his sword. With a mighty yell, he charged at the enslaved Hunter. His antagonist merely threw aside his shield and leapt at Finlach with his spear.

The blade of the spear met Finlach's neck. At this sight, Balor's mouth fell open. He had seen death before but not like that!

Finlach's sword had hit the Hunter's side. The wound was not fatal but still it bled.

While Finlach's black blood came from his death wound, he starred in shock at the blood on his sword.

"No!" Grabbing the mask from the Hunter's head Finlach's eyes widened in horror as he looked upon an evabon, black as obsidian. "Evanon hunting Evabon?" Antaeus, Wendigo and the others came onto the scene and Gilcomgan starred at his dying brother, fell to his knees and began to weep. "The Hunter is one of us." The Hunter let go of his spear and Finlach fell. He turned to look at the party before him.

"My master sends you a message!" Antaeus raised an eyebrow. The shocked look on his face only became more shocked when the word 'master' was said.

"Your master?" Antaeus could barely speak. The shock he was in was so great that he could barely even stand. "Who is your master?"

"Arrs, High Priest of Sotark." The General and King of Harapa. Of course the Hunter's master would be the High priest of Sotark's cult. "He says that if you bow down you may join Sotark's might." The shock left Antaeus. His strength returned to him and he stepped forward.

"Tell your master that we will not bow down to one who worships the King of Monsters." Antaeus starred into the eyes of the Hunter. Like his voice, they to were emotionless and hypnotized. Rage started to build up in Antaeus. He would free the Hunter or else let all of his flesh be hacked from his bones.

"I will take you answer to my master." The Hunter walked away. "You have issued a challenge. We both know that." And with that the Hunter left the stage.

Balor fell to his knees. With his eyes on the ground Balor clenched his fists. "Why show me these things?" Procyon did not understand.

"It is your heritage." Procyon placed a hand on Balor's shoulder. "It is something you simply must learn about." Procyon had plans for Balor. Perhaps once he knew more about Antaeus, Balor would be influenced to become just like him. A hero, the founder of a city, a warlord, all the things Procyon had tried to be.