Gyendal smiled as he gazed upon the peaceful sleeping face of his beloved, who lay in his arms, wrapped up in his cloak. In his wildest dreams he never imagined that he would experience such love. For centuries, he had been convinced that he was destined to be alone, and it had honestly never bothered him. He was used to it, but now he couldn't imagine his life without Mel.

He had turned into a delusional, love struck fool. Had Mel not been sound asleep in his arms, he probably would have started laughing at himself. Who would have thought that a young human girl would ever be able to tame the Lord of Twilight. Although, as he looked back at his life, he couldn't help but remember one memory in particular.

It happened around three-hundred years ago. Te'ijal had just returned to Ghed'ahre from her adventures in the Overland. However, she didn't return alone. She had dragged back a Stubborn Blonde Paladin, whom she claimed to be married too. Gyendal was shocked to learn this, and although he never let it show, he had been hurt by it. It had been just him and his sister standing side by side for over six-hundred years before that, and then she all of a sudden ditched him for someone else. It hurt him to be abandoned by his own twin sister; the only person he had in his life.

For the next two-hundred years, Te'ijal barely even acknowledged his existence. She was far too busy chasing after her silly husband, who wanted nothing to do with Vampires, and when she wasn't doing that, she was off visiting her human friends. On the rare occasion that he did get to see her, she would act so strangely that he didn't even recognize her anymore. She constantly gushed about how attractive her Paladin was, and would literally not stop talking about him.

After bottling everything up for so long, he finally snapped and ended up blasting her across the room as a result. A part of him regretted hurting his sister, but any regret he felt at the time was overshadowed by his anger towards her. Until then, she had been the only thing holding him back from trying to enslave humanity, as she always insisted that not all humans were bad. However, as he turned his back on her, he made a vow that he was never again going to let her hold him back. He had started searching for a way to destroy the humans shortly after.

While he didn't believe that he was acting quite as strange and horribly mushy as Te'ijal had, he realized that he had changed. Falling in love did change a person, and not always for the worse, as he had discovered. He should have known that it was just Te'ijal. She always had been a bit eccentric.

Just then, all of a sudden the door to the cell swung open, startling Mel from her slumber in the process. Mordred, along with a group of four Darklings, barged in. "All right, I see now that you aren't going to change your mind," Mordred claimed, looking directly at Gyendal. "Separating the two of you won't work either, so I have no choice but to forcibly turn the two of you evil."

The Darklings grabbed both Gyendal and Mel, hoisting them up and dragging them out of the cell one after another. They both fought to get free but neither succeeded.

"What are you planning to do to us?!" Mel demanded. "You can't just force us to turn evil!"

Mordred laughed, as he followed after them, "You will see soon enough."

Mel and Gyendal were hauled up the stairs and into the main part of the Cathedral, which Mel recognized as the same room she had portaled into upon her arrival. The only difference was that now there was a creepy glowing star coming out of the floor in the middle of the room. The two looked at each other, exchanging troubled expressions. They both knew that, whatever it was, it wouldn't be good for them.

"Is the portal ready?" Mordred asked the red-eyed ghost monsters.

"It is," they replied, nodding their transparent heads.

With that said, Mel and Gyendal were dragged over to stand directly on top of it. The Darklings then released them, retreating out of the way as the red-eyed ghost monsters began to chant, completely surrounding the two. The circle began to glow even brighter, causing both Mel and Gyendal to squint. Dark Magic began to soar through the air until they were completely encircled by it.

"Enjoy your time in the Demon Realm, you two!" Mordred exclaimed, breaking into another fit of laughter.

Hearing that, Gyendal lunged forward in an attempt to strangle Mordred. How dare he send him and Mel into the Demon Realm. Surely he knew what that would mean for them. They could be trapped there for all eternity. Sadly, he was unable to reach Mordred as the portal started to pull them into the alternate realm. So, not knowing what else to do, he quickly reached out and pulled Mel closer to him, preparing himself for what they would find on the other side.

"Mark my words, Mordred Darkthrop!" Gyendal declared. "We will return to destroy you!"