Smoke billowed around the brown-haired warrior as he raised his two swords and finished off one of the Shadow Claw demons that had foolishly remained on Trivadia to find and kill the survivors. He drove his swords into the demon's chest and spilled its black blood. Just to make sure that it was dead, he severed its head from its shoulders and watched with emotionless eyes as it fell to the ground and dissipated. He felt no remorse, only hatred. These things had destroyed his home, lied to his youngest daughter and had tried to kill him and the rest of his family.
And it was time for the
Storm to have his revenge upon these minions of hell. He was going to make sure
that they suffered for their deeds, and that Ranka was damned to the darkest
pits of Hades where she belonged. Yes, Tempest, King of Trivadia and Arch-Angel
of the Storm, was going to have his revenge. And he was going to enjoy
administering his revenge slowly and very, very painfully…
"I am Tempest, Arch-Angel of
the Storm!" he said loudly. "Come and get me, demons of Hades, for I swear that
I shall cut you all down one-by-one and use your blood to flavour my wine! I
SWEAR IT!!"
A large demon-possessed
dragon flew down in an attempt to take his head off, but Tempest jumped up and
cut straight through the creatures' hideous body, and landed on the ground as
the…thing fell to pieces and died in a pool of its own black blood.
"I will have my revenge," he
muttered softly. "Beware, Ranka, I'm coming for you!"
Tempest walked off into the
flames and smoke to meet up with the rest of his family.
Author's Notes: I thought that
the story needed a sort of interlude, so this was it.