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TRANSGRESSIONS OF FATE
By: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 12: To Dance with Knives
Meshido released the stored energy in his staff towards Marus. Bright, white light filled the air while the impact of the spell's effect shook the bridge. Dust obscured his vision, making it hard to tell if he had finished off the Assassin.
When the dust settled, he was shocked to see that Marus was still standing, his cloak was the only one that seemed to have been affected as strips of charred cloth flew in the air.
Marus took off the tattered remains of his cloak; his voice carried no praise "You must be a very powerful Priest. The enchantments on my cloak just tore apart from your attack. Judging by the way that you attacked me, you must be very angry about something... You're not a bounty hunter, are you?"
Stifling a curse that almost escaped his mouth, Meshido tried to find a way to stop the black-clothed man in front of him.
He cast spells on himself that made him feel lighter and stronger. This is going to be a very difficult battle without Kevin to back him up.
"Well? I'm waiting. If that last blast was all you got," Marus sheathed his knives, "then you're wasting my time."
"Don't count on it, Shadow Eyes!"
Meshido sent another Holy Light spell, one that is more powerful than the last, towards Marus. This time, the Assassin moved aside to dodge the ray of light that came from the sky. There was a black, smoking crater on the spot Marus was on.
Marus looked at the smoldering spot on the bridge "You really are pissed at something..." he turned towards Meshido, "...why?"
"Shut up and fight me, you murderer!"
Anger seeped into Meshido as he charged another Holy Light spell, but this time, he placed himself in a battle stance. Staff gripped by both hands, he braced himself for the Assassin's attack.
Marus cracked his knuckles and neck joints before reaching behind his back, "Very well, I have no quarrel against you Priest, for that, I give you this chance to back down."
Meshido's face started to twist in anger at the memories the man has triggered, "I have done nothing to you, Shadow Eyes..." the memories started to rip at him, "...but you have taken far too many innocent lives to be ignored."
The memories weren't Meshido's, however, they were from the people Marus had killed. Bits and pieces from the minds of the Assassin's victims before they died. He couldn't exactly understand them, he only knew that they never had a chance.
The memories repeated again and again in his mind. Again and again and again until he could take it anymore.
The leather of his gloves creaked when he unconsciously tightened his grip on the staff, "...I'LL MAKE SURE YOU PAY!!!"
Marus' cold voice never changed, "I don't know what you're talking about, Priest, but I have no intention of dying today..."
Black and white blades again appeared on the Assassin's hands, "...so make your peace with the Fates. You won't live beyond another sunrise."
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Marus had no idea what this Priest was babbling about, but he wasted no time to let him cast another spell.
Hope and Pain in hand, he charged the Priest at the other end of the bridge. Likewise, the Priest charged as well.
Well, this he doesn't get to see everyday. A Battle Priest. This just might become interesting.
Three fights in one day.
He wondered if he could even stand after this.
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Meshido was screaming at the top of his lungs as he ran towards Marus. His staff was glowing from all the pent up energy.
The attempted blow whirred past Marus as he sidestepped it. He then brought his staff around to sweep the Assassin of his feet.
To Meshido's surprise, the Assassin wasn't where he expected him to be. Instead, he was right beside him, his white blade going straight for his skull.
Meshido had just the time to duck the fatal blow but not enough to avoid the black blade's edge. He could feel his chest being ripped off as the dagger's serrated edge rent the skin of his bones.
He could feel the blood start to spread on his Priest's robes, feel it drip down his arm and on to the floor as Marus just stood there, certain that Meshido was going to die.
Staggering backwards while clutching his chest and gasping for air, Meshido cast a hasty Heal spell on himself. He didn't have time to watch his wound close, however, as he had to avoid the black blade from tearing off his face. He could hear the air whistle as the dagger went by.
His staff blocked the white blade to the side; the impact causing the air to be filled with red-hot sparks. Meshido then blocked the other knife while sidestepping to the left. In the middle of his move, he brought up the butt of his staff to hit Marus on the gut.
The Assassin just avoided the blow by jumping back.
As soon as Marus' feet were on the ground, he then jumped back, both knives crossed and ready to take Meshido's life.
He had to act fast.
He blocked the crossed blades with his staff, while at the same time, releasing the Holy Light spell that has long been overcharged in his weapon.
The staff lost its glow as the bolt of light hit the Assassin square on the chest. The knives fell as Marus was sent sprawling on the ground. His eyes rolled up in their sockets and his chest was smoldering in the middle, as he lay there unconscious.
Meshido was leaning on his staff, panting in exhaustion. The blood on his robes was starting to dry up, making the cloth stiff and dark.
Is it over?
All his life, he had never faced someone like Marus. He had never met a man who had absolutely no value for life.
Who are the Fates that Marus served so blindly?
Why do they send such a man to do such things?
It didn't matter... the souls of those dead people can now rest as soon as he can bring Marus to justice.
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Sodos watched the battle from a distance.
It would appear that the Priest has defeated Shadow Eyes. At least it took a lot from the man; the fact in itself was a comfort.
Marus was just worn out from all the fighting he had done today. Degedos had probably used his weakening skills on Shadow Eyes during that fight in the alley.
Taking out the book from his pouches, he opened it to a page that he marked with a leaf.
He hated doing this, but he will pay any price to get his hands on Leish. To see the look in the man's eyes before he rips the traitor's neck apart with his bare hands.
For that to be done, he will need to break the chains that held Marus to this world. He will need to release the demon that has slept within Shadow Eyes' soul for countless ages.
Marus Rain-Seeker Shadow-Eyes... Servant of the Fates... Hero of the Ages...
I am sorry old friend... but for Mae... I wish that you would forgive me for doing what must be done...
...Son of Demons... Father of Oblivion...
Shadow Eyes' other names ran through Sodos' mind over and over.
Marus once told him that he wanted to make a difference for the better, even if the forces that he went against were also the ones that sired him.
Sodos drained himself of every emotion as he read the dark incantations in the book.
...The true Fateless...
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Freya was startled at the strange energy that suddenly began forming to the south.
Something about it was eerily familiar to her, as if she had been around it all her life. She wanted to see it. She wanted to know what it was...
Pain lanced through her entire body as the Keeper erupted within her. Her vision became white all around as the tremendous heat of the power that was ripping her apart blinded her.
She tried to scream, but she couldn't.
The voices began to claw their way up into her consciousness as she can hear them scream.
"HE IS STIRRING!"
"THE DEMON AWAKES!"
"FREYA!"
"THE VOID THREATENS US!"
"STOP HIM FROM COMING!"
"STOP HIM FROM WAKING!"
Freya's body went limp on her as the voices ripped through her very being, but she wouldn't fall to the floor. She was floating on the air, trying vainly to let out a scream.
Suddenly, the pain was gone. All around her, there was only white. She looked in all directions, but there was only the empty space of... wherever she was.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" she shouted to no one in particular.
A girl's voice answered her from behind, "Why are you shouting?" The voice was laced with the curiosity of a young child even though it carried the tone of someone far older.
The girl appeared in front of her. Freya didn't know if she was the one who turned around or if the girl moved. It was hard to tell in this strange place.
In direct contrast to the strange surroundings, the girl was dressed all in black. The tight, black shirt was cinched at the waist by an ornate, wide belt that had a small ruby encrusted in the middle and bordered by some golden gilt. The wide sleeves ended with the ornate cuffs braced tightly at the girl's thin wrists.
She seemed to be wearing half a skirt, the long piece of black cloth going down to her left knee. The girl's baggy pants were braced at her ankle the same way with her sleeves. She was barefoot.
The girl was wearing a medium sized black cloak that hung at her back.
It was stirring at a wind that wasn't there.
"Who are you, little girl?" Freya asked while frowning at the strange way this girl was dressed.
The girl giggled. A strange sound coming from a face that didn't move or showed emotions.
The girl smiled, large deep-blue eyes stared at her "My name is Deyin."
Deyin held out her hand, "What's yours?"
Freya took Deyin's hand, "Freya... my name's Freya."
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Meshido had to brace himself on the bridge's railings as massive tremors shook the ground. Strangely enough, Marus' blades never seemed to move from all the shaking.
What frightened Meshido the most, though, was the energy that was emanating from Marus' limp body.
Dark cloth started to lift into the air as if on its own will. The Assassin's arms rising and weakly reaching out to the sky.
Black smoke rose up from the ground where Marus lay. Meshido could smell the familiar stench of sulfur as the Assassin's body started to float into the air.
Then, the twin knives started to pull themselves towards Marus. Their blades dragging across the ground, leaving behind burning scorch marks as their trail. The strangely designed hilts changing face and color. What was once leather, became a strange black stone that sucked in the light.
When the twin knives came nearer to the Assassin's floating body, the blades twisted themselves into more vicious versions of their previous form.
The once white blade became blood red and serpentine that forked at the end to form two jagged points. The blade became icy cold to the point that cold steam rose in the air.
The black blade, in turn, started to burn. Archaic runes formed at the sides, written so that they can be seen through the fire. The blade reversed itself and became a scythe-like dagger.
Meshido could only stand and watch as Marus' face began to disappear. The color of his eyes inverted so that they became black orbs with blue irises. Meshido could have sworn that the Assassin was screaming.
"FREE!!!"
The thunderous voice shook Geffen's walls; loose dirt fell from its bricks.
Meshido unconsciously blessed his staff with an Aspersio spell while also charging another Holy Light. Even though he could see the huge gates opening to allow the Wizards and their troops an exit, Meshido knew that he would be the first one to be attacked.
He could hear weapons drawn and ready for whatever threat is going to arise.
Incredible darkness surrounded the being that was once Marus. Meshido knew that this is no longer the man that he fought just minutes ago. Whatever is happening, he knew that this was a far greater evil than he had ever encountered.
Balls of lightning flew past them just as Meshido ducked to avoid them.
Shards of ice fell from the sky at incredible speed, breaking into a thousand pieces as they struck the ground.
Bolts of fire flew at the hundreds, scorching the sky black with a trail of smoke as they screamed on.
He could see spirits flying everywhere, trying to hit the demon before him.
Meshido had to cast Pneuma on himself just so he could avoid the rain of arrows that went with the barrage of magic.
Every attack that the Wizards and Archers delivered had no effect on the demon. In fact, none even touched him. As soon as the lightning, the arrows, the fire, and the ice went near him, they veered off to a different direction, ending up only flying on empty space.
The spirits however, went straight for the demon, only to dissipate as soon as they touched his aura.
The spirits' abrupt negation sent a chill through Meshido's spine. He knew that the Wizards called upon these beings to fight evil. He also knew that they were also living souls.
He could see the glowing orbs shatter and dissolve as they hit the darkness that surrounded the demon. He could hear the screams of those poor souls, as they were ripped apart by tendrils of black smoke.
Apparently annoyed by the Wizards, the demon ignored Meshido and turned towards the gathered troops in front of Geffen.
"POOR PATHETIC FOOLS..."
The demon's voice thundered across the ground and on the air.
"YOU CAN NEVER HARM ME!"
The twin knives appeared in his hands. A nihilistic grin formed as he started to walk towards the gathered men.
The demon started to... sing.
Meshido couldn't put a word on as to what the demon was doing. The words just came out of its mouth in a way that reminded the Priest of an age-old song.
Dance with me...
The blades whistled in the air as he kept striding onwards to the now charging Knights. Dust rose in the not so far distance as the soldiers' Peco-Pecos carried their masters towards their doom.
Grant me peace...
Dance with me...
Blood sprayed the bright, late afternoon sky red as Meshido the air was filled with the screams of men.
Grant me death...
The song kept repeating itself inside Meshido's head. Its words caressing his very being, taunting him to go onwards and die.
It had to mean something!
Dance with me...
Grant my wish...
"HEAR ME FOOLS!!!" the demon screamed towards the heavens as he stood there surrounded by the bodies of the slain. Their blood was draining down the river, turning the water a thick black as it flowed onward.
The Wizards and Archers sent another volley of magic and arrows towards the demon, to no avail.
And we shall dance to our last breaths!
The demon raised his arms.
The walls shook, their foundations cracking as they started to crumble.
Stone crushed the Wizards and Archers below as Geffen's northern wall fell to the ground. Meshido can hear their screams echoing in the sudden silence that followed.
Then, the whole city came to a panic. Pandemonium can be seen from where Meshido stood as everyone ran in every direction, trying to escape whatever was attacking them.
"I AM SEI'GASH!!!" the demon raised his voice even more, "HEAR MY NAME AND TREMBLE!!!"
Sei'Gash's dark aura flared as if to make a point.
"FEAR THE BLADES OF OBLIVION!!!"
TRANSGRESSIONS OF FATE
By: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 12: To Dance with Knives
Meshido released the stored energy in his staff towards Marus. Bright, white light filled the air while the impact of the spell's effect shook the bridge. Dust obscured his vision, making it hard to tell if he had finished off the Assassin.
When the dust settled, he was shocked to see that Marus was still standing, his cloak was the only one that seemed to have been affected as strips of charred cloth flew in the air.
Marus took off the tattered remains of his cloak; his voice carried no praise "You must be a very powerful Priest. The enchantments on my cloak just tore apart from your attack. Judging by the way that you attacked me, you must be very angry about something... You're not a bounty hunter, are you?"
Stifling a curse that almost escaped his mouth, Meshido tried to find a way to stop the black-clothed man in front of him.
He cast spells on himself that made him feel lighter and stronger. This is going to be a very difficult battle without Kevin to back him up.
"Well? I'm waiting. If that last blast was all you got," Marus sheathed his knives, "then you're wasting my time."
"Don't count on it, Shadow Eyes!"
Meshido sent another Holy Light spell, one that is more powerful than the last, towards Marus. This time, the Assassin moved aside to dodge the ray of light that came from the sky. There was a black, smoking crater on the spot Marus was on.
Marus looked at the smoldering spot on the bridge "You really are pissed at something..." he turned towards Meshido, "...why?"
"Shut up and fight me, you murderer!"
Anger seeped into Meshido as he charged another Holy Light spell, but this time, he placed himself in a battle stance. Staff gripped by both hands, he braced himself for the Assassin's attack.
Marus cracked his knuckles and neck joints before reaching behind his back, "Very well, I have no quarrel against you Priest, for that, I give you this chance to back down."
Meshido's face started to twist in anger at the memories the man has triggered, "I have done nothing to you, Shadow Eyes..." the memories started to rip at him, "...but you have taken far too many innocent lives to be ignored."
The memories weren't Meshido's, however, they were from the people Marus had killed. Bits and pieces from the minds of the Assassin's victims before they died. He couldn't exactly understand them, he only knew that they never had a chance.
The memories repeated again and again in his mind. Again and again and again until he could take it anymore.
The leather of his gloves creaked when he unconsciously tightened his grip on the staff, "...I'LL MAKE SURE YOU PAY!!!"
Marus' cold voice never changed, "I don't know what you're talking about, Priest, but I have no intention of dying today..."
Black and white blades again appeared on the Assassin's hands, "...so make your peace with the Fates. You won't live beyond another sunrise."
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Marus had no idea what this Priest was babbling about, but he wasted no time to let him cast another spell.
Hope and Pain in hand, he charged the Priest at the other end of the bridge. Likewise, the Priest charged as well.
Well, this he doesn't get to see everyday. A Battle Priest. This just might become interesting.
Three fights in one day.
He wondered if he could even stand after this.
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Meshido was screaming at the top of his lungs as he ran towards Marus. His staff was glowing from all the pent up energy.
The attempted blow whirred past Marus as he sidestepped it. He then brought his staff around to sweep the Assassin of his feet.
To Meshido's surprise, the Assassin wasn't where he expected him to be. Instead, he was right beside him, his white blade going straight for his skull.
Meshido had just the time to duck the fatal blow but not enough to avoid the black blade's edge. He could feel his chest being ripped off as the dagger's serrated edge rent the skin of his bones.
He could feel the blood start to spread on his Priest's robes, feel it drip down his arm and on to the floor as Marus just stood there, certain that Meshido was going to die.
Staggering backwards while clutching his chest and gasping for air, Meshido cast a hasty Heal spell on himself. He didn't have time to watch his wound close, however, as he had to avoid the black blade from tearing off his face. He could hear the air whistle as the dagger went by.
His staff blocked the white blade to the side; the impact causing the air to be filled with red-hot sparks. Meshido then blocked the other knife while sidestepping to the left. In the middle of his move, he brought up the butt of his staff to hit Marus on the gut.
The Assassin just avoided the blow by jumping back.
As soon as Marus' feet were on the ground, he then jumped back, both knives crossed and ready to take Meshido's life.
He had to act fast.
He blocked the crossed blades with his staff, while at the same time, releasing the Holy Light spell that has long been overcharged in his weapon.
The staff lost its glow as the bolt of light hit the Assassin square on the chest. The knives fell as Marus was sent sprawling on the ground. His eyes rolled up in their sockets and his chest was smoldering in the middle, as he lay there unconscious.
Meshido was leaning on his staff, panting in exhaustion. The blood on his robes was starting to dry up, making the cloth stiff and dark.
Is it over?
All his life, he had never faced someone like Marus. He had never met a man who had absolutely no value for life.
Who are the Fates that Marus served so blindly?
Why do they send such a man to do such things?
It didn't matter... the souls of those dead people can now rest as soon as he can bring Marus to justice.
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Sodos watched the battle from a distance.
It would appear that the Priest has defeated Shadow Eyes. At least it took a lot from the man; the fact in itself was a comfort.
Marus was just worn out from all the fighting he had done today. Degedos had probably used his weakening skills on Shadow Eyes during that fight in the alley.
Taking out the book from his pouches, he opened it to a page that he marked with a leaf.
He hated doing this, but he will pay any price to get his hands on Leish. To see the look in the man's eyes before he rips the traitor's neck apart with his bare hands.
For that to be done, he will need to break the chains that held Marus to this world. He will need to release the demon that has slept within Shadow Eyes' soul for countless ages.
Marus Rain-Seeker Shadow-Eyes... Servant of the Fates... Hero of the Ages...
I am sorry old friend... but for Mae... I wish that you would forgive me for doing what must be done...
...Son of Demons... Father of Oblivion...
Shadow Eyes' other names ran through Sodos' mind over and over.
Marus once told him that he wanted to make a difference for the better, even if the forces that he went against were also the ones that sired him.
Sodos drained himself of every emotion as he read the dark incantations in the book.
...The true Fateless...
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Freya was startled at the strange energy that suddenly began forming to the south.
Something about it was eerily familiar to her, as if she had been around it all her life. She wanted to see it. She wanted to know what it was...
Pain lanced through her entire body as the Keeper erupted within her. Her vision became white all around as the tremendous heat of the power that was ripping her apart blinded her.
She tried to scream, but she couldn't.
The voices began to claw their way up into her consciousness as she can hear them scream.
"HE IS STIRRING!"
"THE DEMON AWAKES!"
"FREYA!"
"THE VOID THREATENS US!"
"STOP HIM FROM COMING!"
"STOP HIM FROM WAKING!"
Freya's body went limp on her as the voices ripped through her very being, but she wouldn't fall to the floor. She was floating on the air, trying vainly to let out a scream.
Suddenly, the pain was gone. All around her, there was only white. She looked in all directions, but there was only the empty space of... wherever she was.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" she shouted to no one in particular.
A girl's voice answered her from behind, "Why are you shouting?" The voice was laced with the curiosity of a young child even though it carried the tone of someone far older.
The girl appeared in front of her. Freya didn't know if she was the one who turned around or if the girl moved. It was hard to tell in this strange place.
In direct contrast to the strange surroundings, the girl was dressed all in black. The tight, black shirt was cinched at the waist by an ornate, wide belt that had a small ruby encrusted in the middle and bordered by some golden gilt. The wide sleeves ended with the ornate cuffs braced tightly at the girl's thin wrists.
She seemed to be wearing half a skirt, the long piece of black cloth going down to her left knee. The girl's baggy pants were braced at her ankle the same way with her sleeves. She was barefoot.
The girl was wearing a medium sized black cloak that hung at her back.
It was stirring at a wind that wasn't there.
"Who are you, little girl?" Freya asked while frowning at the strange way this girl was dressed.
The girl giggled. A strange sound coming from a face that didn't move or showed emotions.
The girl smiled, large deep-blue eyes stared at her "My name is Deyin."
Deyin held out her hand, "What's yours?"
Freya took Deyin's hand, "Freya... my name's Freya."
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Meshido had to brace himself on the bridge's railings as massive tremors shook the ground. Strangely enough, Marus' blades never seemed to move from all the shaking.
What frightened Meshido the most, though, was the energy that was emanating from Marus' limp body.
Dark cloth started to lift into the air as if on its own will. The Assassin's arms rising and weakly reaching out to the sky.
Black smoke rose up from the ground where Marus lay. Meshido could smell the familiar stench of sulfur as the Assassin's body started to float into the air.
Then, the twin knives started to pull themselves towards Marus. Their blades dragging across the ground, leaving behind burning scorch marks as their trail. The strangely designed hilts changing face and color. What was once leather, became a strange black stone that sucked in the light.
When the twin knives came nearer to the Assassin's floating body, the blades twisted themselves into more vicious versions of their previous form.
The once white blade became blood red and serpentine that forked at the end to form two jagged points. The blade became icy cold to the point that cold steam rose in the air.
The black blade, in turn, started to burn. Archaic runes formed at the sides, written so that they can be seen through the fire. The blade reversed itself and became a scythe-like dagger.
Meshido could only stand and watch as Marus' face began to disappear. The color of his eyes inverted so that they became black orbs with blue irises. Meshido could have sworn that the Assassin was screaming.
"FREE!!!"
The thunderous voice shook Geffen's walls; loose dirt fell from its bricks.
Meshido unconsciously blessed his staff with an Aspersio spell while also charging another Holy Light. Even though he could see the huge gates opening to allow the Wizards and their troops an exit, Meshido knew that he would be the first one to be attacked.
He could hear weapons drawn and ready for whatever threat is going to arise.
Incredible darkness surrounded the being that was once Marus. Meshido knew that this is no longer the man that he fought just minutes ago. Whatever is happening, he knew that this was a far greater evil than he had ever encountered.
Balls of lightning flew past them just as Meshido ducked to avoid them.
Shards of ice fell from the sky at incredible speed, breaking into a thousand pieces as they struck the ground.
Bolts of fire flew at the hundreds, scorching the sky black with a trail of smoke as they screamed on.
He could see spirits flying everywhere, trying to hit the demon before him.
Meshido had to cast Pneuma on himself just so he could avoid the rain of arrows that went with the barrage of magic.
Every attack that the Wizards and Archers delivered had no effect on the demon. In fact, none even touched him. As soon as the lightning, the arrows, the fire, and the ice went near him, they veered off to a different direction, ending up only flying on empty space.
The spirits however, went straight for the demon, only to dissipate as soon as they touched his aura.
The spirits' abrupt negation sent a chill through Meshido's spine. He knew that the Wizards called upon these beings to fight evil. He also knew that they were also living souls.
He could see the glowing orbs shatter and dissolve as they hit the darkness that surrounded the demon. He could hear the screams of those poor souls, as they were ripped apart by tendrils of black smoke.
Apparently annoyed by the Wizards, the demon ignored Meshido and turned towards the gathered troops in front of Geffen.
"POOR PATHETIC FOOLS..."
The demon's voice thundered across the ground and on the air.
"YOU CAN NEVER HARM ME!"
The twin knives appeared in his hands. A nihilistic grin formed as he started to walk towards the gathered men.
The demon started to... sing.
Meshido couldn't put a word on as to what the demon was doing. The words just came out of its mouth in a way that reminded the Priest of an age-old song.
Dance with me...
The blades whistled in the air as he kept striding onwards to the now charging Knights. Dust rose in the not so far distance as the soldiers' Peco-Pecos carried their masters towards their doom.
Grant me peace...
Dance with me...
Blood sprayed the bright, late afternoon sky red as Meshido the air was filled with the screams of men.
Grant me death...
The song kept repeating itself inside Meshido's head. Its words caressing his very being, taunting him to go onwards and die.
It had to mean something!
Dance with me...
Grant my wish...
"HEAR ME FOOLS!!!" the demon screamed towards the heavens as he stood there surrounded by the bodies of the slain. Their blood was draining down the river, turning the water a thick black as it flowed onward.
The Wizards and Archers sent another volley of magic and arrows towards the demon, to no avail.
And we shall dance to our last breaths!
The demon raised his arms.
The walls shook, their foundations cracking as they started to crumble.
Stone crushed the Wizards and Archers below as Geffen's northern wall fell to the ground. Meshido can hear their screams echoing in the sudden silence that followed.
Then, the whole city came to a panic. Pandemonium can be seen from where Meshido stood as everyone ran in every direction, trying to escape whatever was attacking them.
"I AM SEI'GASH!!!" the demon raised his voice even more, "HEAR MY NAME AND TREMBLE!!!"
Sei'Gash's dark aura flared as if to make a point.
"FEAR THE BLADES OF OBLIVION!!!"