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Chapter 3

"I can't believe this is happening! Where are they?!" Kimm's mind frantically thought as she ran through the battlefield,trying to avoid getting killed by a Nulgathian or Legionaire.

"Dammit Green! Where's Kimm!?" Conn yelled, beating back a weak Bloodfiend with his plain wooden staff, stabbing him in one of it's six eyes with the bottom part of his simple weapon. The grotesque sound the eyes made when he removed the staff made him sick to his stomach, close to vomiting on the battlefield.

"I don't freakin' know! Conn behind you!" Green exclaimed as he jumped in between the vulnerable Conn and a Nulgathian Vampire, taking a bite to his arm.

A blood curdling scream escaped Green Warrior's mouth as he decapitated the Vampire of Nulgath's head, reducing the once proud army member to dust. Green's spell, Refreshing Rain, wasn't enough to heal him, so Conn quickly healed his friend.

During all this, alone in Nulgath's camp, a certain man felt familiar presences. Presences he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Heh...so they did come..." He said with a slight smirk on his face. It quickly disappeared soon after. "Foolish choice..." He said as he donned his hood and approached the battlefield, katana in hand.

Kimm felt sick as she finally rested at Nulgath's camp near a burning fire. She had seen blood and wounds before, but not at the level it was portrayed in this skirmish. Limbs were detached, heads ripped clean off, some body parts even eaten during the battle. It was sickening, disgusting, vile, wretched, she couldn't find the right words to describe what she saw. Above all else though, the one thought remaining in her mind the whole time, "Are they alright?"

"You know, most people here are ferocious warriors, accomplished mages, and decorated acolytes, not low-skill clerics who look like its their first time seeing true warfare," a voice teased her from above. As she looked up she saw a young man, possibly older than her, thin, with a black loincloth,black greaves, and a strange tattoo on one side of his bare chest. Other noticeable features on said man were the black eyepatch, short white hair, yellow eye, black horns, and the black feather wings with white tips at the end of both wings.

"You're..." She started to speak, only to be cut off.

"Revontheus," the young man said with a small smile.

"Not just that, your wings! You're an-!"

"A FALLEN angel," corrected Revontheus, already knowing exactly what she'd say.

"Fallen?" Kimm asked with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Yes, fallen," the ange-...ahem, fallen angel, replied casually.

"I see..." Kimm said aloud, inwardly wondering why this angel had fallen and why he was here.

"KLUNK DON'T CARE! KLUNK WANT TO RIP DAGE HEAD OFF NOW!" Not too far away from where the two sat,a ruckus was easily heard. The screaming ogre in a loincloth, swinging an uprooted tree hitting his subordinates, scared the living crap out of Kimm.

"Klunk calm yourself dammit!" Called out Revontheus to the big, drooling ogre.

Kimm marveled at Revontheus in surprise, he was so thin, yet he commanded a wild ogre to shut up.

The ogre named Klunk surprisingly obeyed. He suddenly calmed down, nodded his head at Revontheus, and stomped away.

"Sorry about that," Revontheus said with a chuckle. "That's Klunk, King of the Ogres,"

After hearing Klunk's title, Kimm really wondered who this young man was. How was he able to confidently tell the King of Ogres to shut up and calm down? Why was he here? How powerful was he? Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the man himself.

"I'm sorry, I have to go, they want to go over the plans for the battle to follow,"

"Oh! It's ok!" Said Kimm, snapping out of her daze.

"Yeah, this battle isn't going too well, we're being beat back pretty badly, the Legion is actually advancing deeper into the Underworld,"

The Legion. Kimm hoped that, if they hadn't escaped, Green and Conn were at least with them.

With a small salute, Revontheus flew away, and Kimm was left alone with her thoughts.

"This is bad Green!" Conn exclaimed, dragging his friend through the camp of undead. "The poison in your system wasn't taken out during my heal! You can't over exert yourself!"

"Let go dammit!" Green tried to struggle, but failed miserably, "I have to find him! Kaiban!" The young Evolved Shaman said weakly as he was dragged closer and closer to a tent.

"Hey Conn..." Green said wearily after a moment of silence.

"What is it now?" Conn said annoyed with his poisoned friend.

"What the hell happened to that freakin sword I gave you before we entered Shadowfall?" Green questioned, almost sleepily.

Conn thought for a moment. Wow, Green could actually be observant.

"It was sheathed on my waist, and I must have lost it during the previous skirmish," Conn replied after thinking a bit.

"Whatta waste..." Green replied, his eyes slowly closing.

"Oh no! You are not gonna die on me today!" Conn said administering another healing spell to Green. It had, honestly, little to no effect. "Damn!" Conn exclaimed at his failure, pounding his fists against the cold, Underworld floor.

"Hahahahaha you're pathetic!" A voice came from behind Conn, alerting him.

It was a strange hooded man, with electronic body parts, and a glowing blue katana strapped to his back.

"You two must be mercenaries, cause there is no legionaire as weak as the two of you...I know that for a fact!"

"And who are you to judge?" Conn inquired, obviously getting pissed off by this hooded man's rude comment.

"Me? I'm only the Legion's Mad Inventor himself! Yes! I am...Laken!"

Conn started wondering why he paused before saying his name.

"If you want to save your friend, lover, or whatever he is to you, allow me to examine him," Laken said as he pulled back his hood to reveal a black helmet that covered his whole head with a somewhat T-shaped, blueish visor.

Laken then pushed Conn to the ground, and proceeded towards Green.

"My, my..." He said out loud, but mainly to himself. "Why, you're blood is similar to that of that wretched demon hunter..."

Conn was confused.

"Hey, what are you doing to him?!" Conn exclaimed as he witnessed Laken pour a strange concoction down his friend's mouth.

"I'm healing him, as I said I would..." Laken replied,"Haha you just might be able to rival your kin one day after all!" He said with glee before turning around and walking towards the exit.

"Hey, wait!" Conn yelled after him.

"What is it now you droll sac of meaningless existence?" Laken questioned spitefully.

"What did you mean that he would be able to rival his kin?"

"That little concoction I slipped in his mouth. It not only heals him, but enhances his strength, enough to possibly even rival that of that wretched demon hunting cur!"

Conn was lost again...who was this demon hunting kin of Green's that Laken spoke of? Kaiban? Impossible, he was a pirate. He was never good at anything magical, so how could he capture, let alone easily beat a demon? He could hold his own in a normal brawl though. He was underhanded and sneaky, but he could barely use magic.

Before he noticed it, Laken had left once more, leaving Conn and Green alone in silence.

"What the hell is going on?" Conn said out loud to himself.

Kimm paced around her tent. She shared a tent with Dilligas, the little sister of the Barbarian Overlord Dilligaf, one of Nulgath's most well known generals. During her short time in the camp, two days now, to be exact, she learned quite a lot. She learned Revontheus was Nulgath's apprentice, and got the same amount of respect as the other two most well known generals, King Klunk, and Lord Dilligaf. Every warrior here was fiercely loyal to Nulgath, even some mercenaries. She had been asking Revontheus a lot about why Dage and Nulgath were fighting, and why each commander's army was so dedicated. She learned that the reason for loyalty was because of the power they all received from each respective general, and for some, the fear of what would become of them if they try to leave their army. Most were genuinely faithful though, surprising as it may seem. Apparently for Nulgath, in order to gain his promised power, you must sign a contract written in an unknown language. People knew the price though. Their very soul. That's what they had to trade for power beyond their wildest dreams. The same for Dage apparently, to join his Legion you had to give him your soul. The very thought frightened Kimm to no extent. Did Kaiban really sell his soul to gain power?

"GAHHHHH WHAT THE HELL'S FREAKIN WRONG WITH YOU KAIBAN?!" Kimm yelled at the air, since she was alone in her tent. Or so she thought.

"Easy, my comrades were killed, I'm blind, and I sold my soul for unlimited power," A voice stated calmly from the entrance to her tent. Leaning on the entrance was a hooded man, two katanas strapped to his waist in a red sheath with an inscription on it probably in the same language as the contracts. His black robes had two thick dark red straps on both arms and the belts on his robes were dark red as well. He removed his hood to reveal his face. Messy white hair, black blindfold, and four horns met Kimm's stern and angry face.

"Been a while Kimm..." The man said somberly.

"Kaiban..."

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