Well, here's the next installment of my story. Even though it's technically the other half of the last chapter it's still pretty long (almost three thousand words! Wow. Not even my school essays get anywhere near this long!).

Enjoy!

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Legend

Brock then led Julia and Verity to the largest of the wooden-paneled huts.

It was a considerably big building: approximately fifty by forty feet. The high-placed ceiling went up about twelve feet in the middle, and then sloped down to about ten where it joined with the two broadest walls. It had a large hole in the center of the roof about three feet in diameter where smoke from the large fire in the middle of the room was escaping. It was one huge room, with only large vertical beams evenly spaced throughout to give stability to the roof. There were already many people situated in the room and around the fire. Brock led Verity and Julia over to an empty space near one of the windows, where they could lean against one of the beams if they wanted to.

"I'm gonna be translating it all, so I thought it best to be a bit away from everyone so they don't become annoyed with my constant jabbering. It's not as good as hearing it in it's native language but it's still one hell of a story," Brock explained as they sat down.

"Sure, no problem. Man I wish I knew their language, this would be so much easier!" Verity whispered as the chief began to speak. His deep voice resonated throughout the entire room, simple echoing off of the bare walls.

"Alright, here we go," said Brock and then began to translate the foreign dialect for the two American girls.

"For centuries, the stories of our ancestors have been passed. From father to son and from mother to daughter. Legends have enthralled our imaginations and captivated our minds. In honor of our newest guests, I have decided to recount the greatest of these stories. Greatest of them all, but also the most frightening. It is the tale of our ancestors from over three thousand years ago and their struggle to shut the gateway that connected our fair and modest world to the sinister and gruesome realm of the demons.

"No one knows how the gateway came to be. It could have been a tear in the fabric that separates our worlds, the doing of a malevolent demon in search of more death and destruction, the misguided practices of an overly ambitious human who sought to prove his worth in the world of the damned, or it simply could have always been and only had to be discovered. The gateway was, to our world, a fountain of evil, from which spewed forth only shadows and damnation. Hundreds of demons came to wreak havoc and destroy our people. They cared for little more than their own dark purposes. Our ancestors were fierce warriors who had decided that if they were to die, they would die whilst attempting to end the fiends' reign of revulsion and not whilst cowering in a hidden cave as many did. Hundreds of our men joined with the warriors of other tribes to cleanse our homeland of their malicious influence. Hundreds went into battle against the fiends, and almost all died.

"We were only human. Whereas they were beings of black magic. They possessed inherent weapons and defenses that our minds could not comprehend nor our might defeat. Their armor was plated into their very skin; their claws, their teeth, and their horns were sharper than our spears. Above all, was their most valued advantage: their wings. Nearly all demons had wings whose span reached a length greater than that of this room. Very few did not possess this attribute, and those were the few who we were able to narrowly defeat. The ones with the power of flight scoured the land from above, searched for us, and then destroyed us with no mercy. It was their intent to destroy our race, and take possession of our world and convert it into an added extension to their own. Their world was no longer large enough to withhold the iniquity that these evil creatures emanated.

"We fought valiantly, but futilely. We lacked the technology, the ingenuity, and the strength of a leader who knew how to handle a precarious situation. For many years, the battle wore on. It was an impressive feat, for we were weak creatures compared to them. We were ants battling birds of prey. Blood was spilt every day, and yet every day more would join the fight. Humanity would not end in a cry of fear, but in a cry of determination and defiance. It was then that our gods answered the cries for help that had begun to fade. To us was sent a being of the celestial realm. A leader, an angel, a Seraph.

"Our people could not believe that such a fair being could aid our people in their struggle. She seemed so…fragile. Yes, she was a female. The seraph was small, her pale skin was whiter than the clouds, and her hair was darker than the night. Upon her dainty head rested a diadem intricately wrought of the purest platinum and inlaid with small cerulean jewels. Her eyes were a dark mahogany brown and could tell you how she felt. If she were serene and with little worry, her dark orbs would remain dark. If she were in high spirits or likewise livid, her eyes would begin to glow, and one could swear that they were made of liquid gold. Her silvery wings were like those of dove, soft and elegant, yet upon a second consideration one could see they were undoubtedly powerful, like those of a falcon. And although her appearance was at first heartbreaking, her true worth was soon revealed.

"Her guidance was what we needed, and with it, the demons were left in confusion. At first they could not give credence to the fact that we had gotten smarter. How could we? We were only human. It was then that suspicions began to circulate among the ranks of the demons. Had one of their own kind betrayed them, and joined the struggle of the humans? It seemed the only way in which we could possibly outmaneuver them. So, they began to grow wary of their cohorts and every single one grew suspicious of their companions. They began to accuse one another, and soon, they began to battle themselves. The leading commander of the demons, an obscure creature that knew no bounds, grew furious, and through gruesome methods managed to stop the brawling.

"The fact that the demons had been fighting themselves had been glorious. We believed that they would exterminate themselves in this way. It was a victory and celebration that was short lived.

"Once again the demons trusted, or rather -were forced to trust, each other and the assaults continued. Until then, it was believed that it would be safer if the seraph stayed hidden. However, during one particularly ghastly battle, the seraph was discovered, and the key to our sudden advantage was revealed. Upon her revelation, she threw aside her celestial composure, and joined us in battle. The demons were shocked. Not one of them could so much as touch her. She was too fast; too skilled for that. Our warrior angel nearly single-handedly fought back the throngs of demons. Her bladed staff yielded an end to the demons and she was soon feared by all of them. The seraph was an incredible being. She not only possessed great skill with her bladed staff, but also with her hands and her mind. Hand to hand combat held little problem for her and those who were susceptible to her telepathy were left writhing on the ground in incomprehensible agony.

"Infuriated, the demons' commander decided to end it once and for all. He halted his assaults; a fact that had the humans apprehensive for days. No one saw a single demon for over two weeks. It was some sort of a trick; it had to be! We knew the demons would not just give up. They had done too much for that. Then one day, a lone demon appeared. But she was female. No one had seen a female demon and once again the thought of wicked trickery flared in our minds. The demon called to us before she came within striking distance of our arrows and spears. She wanted to speak with the seraph.

"Against our wishes, the seraph went out to converse with the fiend. Their discourse was brief and upon ending, the demon retreated. The seraph told us of the demon's proposal. Apparently the lead demon was growing irritated. He sanctioned one last fight between both sides. A fight that would determine our fate.

"It was simply that: a fight. A single fight between the seraph and the commanding demon himself. If the seraph won, the demons would grudgingly leave. If the demon won, the seraph would stop interfering and the human race would be his to destroy. We pleaded to the seraph to not accept the foolish proposal. The fiend would surely cheat! But no matter how much we had pleaded, she accepted the demon's terms.

"The day of the battle was a tense one. Over three dozen of our greatest and most experienced warriors accompanied her that fateful day. It was a stipulation we had worked hard for her to accept. There too, was about the same number of the demon's greatest warriors. As the seraph made her way to the clearing that had been felled especially for the occasion, the demon revealed himself.

"He was a sickly creature with violet skin, and long black claws. From his head protruded two long twisting horns that gleamed with a dark gray light, and from his back two bat-like wings with clawed joints were held steady. His blood-red eyes glowed with a brutality that struck fear in both human and demon alike.

"And so, the battle began. It was fierce and endured for many hours with neither seraph nor demon gaining an upper hand. They had struck each other with heavy blows after heavy blow, drawing blood. At first it had seemed as if the seraph would win as she unleashed her telepathic attack and the demon fell to his knees. She launched herself at him with her bladed-staff raised above her head to come crushing down on his. But he overcame her mental assault and dodged just in time. Livid, the demon rushed recklessly at her. His careless attack gave her an opportunity to strike. She was able to sidestep him, and as she did, she swung her staff at him. Her blade struck true. An agonizing cry was shrieked and the demon once again found himself on his knees holding his bleeding face.

"The seraph had blinded him.

"Once again she attacked, but even in his state the demon retaliated. He was able to grasp her staff, and pulled it away from her. Shocked, the seraph decided to strike from above, and launched herself into the air. As she came down, the demon blindly swung the staff toward the sound of her beating wings. She attempted to pull out of her dive, but was too late. Careening to one side she avoided being impaled, but instead suffered another fate.

"The demon had blinded her as well.

"Both creatures continued their battle as best they could, but it was a horrid sight. In the end, both of them fell. At the exact same time, the seraph and demon collapsed. And at the exact same time, their hearts stopped beating. Neither had lost, and neither had won.

"Demons and humans alike simply stared. In the air was more than shock…there was a sudden sense of incredulity and confusion. What would either side do without their leader? Instead of attacking each other, humans and demons retreated, taking the body of their fallen commander with them. As the demons returned to their realm, we were once again pitied by the gods, or so it was thought.

"Another angel was sent amongst us. We rejoiced, but the angel's presence was not to aid us in battle. He had come to retrieve the seraph's lifeless body and return to the celestial realm. However, upon seeing our plight, the angel decided to turn away from his orders so that he could help us close the gateway. We were told by the angel that he could help us seal the rift that had formed between the worlds.

"Despite his good intentions, we knew that his kind act would require a great sacrifice. We did not know what that sacrifice was, but humanity was ready to do what it took to ensure our own survival.

"In order to seal the break, he would have to use the will of both fallen creatures: demon and seraph. His method left us in confusion. But both were dead, were they not? He then explained to us that he could retrieve their now wandering spirits and use them to bring peace to earth. It would take massive concentration and mental power to seek out and find two lost souls among the thousands that wandered the underworld. The attempt could even end the life of the aiding angel.

"Before either heaven or hell could realize what was about to transpire, the angel set himself into a deep meditative state. After three excruciating days, he opened his eyes. In that moment the seraph's body began to glow and from her chest sprang a beam of radiance that coalesced into an undulating sphere hovering above her. Undoubtedly, the same had happened with the demon that lay in the demon's realm. Suddenly, the sphere darted out of the room and headed in the direction of the aperture.

"Little is known as to what happened afterwards. It is known that the angel followed the sphere, and disappeared into the trees. It is clear that the angel succeeded because after that day demons were never seen again. However, the angel himself never returned. The body of the seraph disappeared without notice and we were once again in control of our world.

"After many months, we mustered up the courage to return to the gateway. Upon arriving we saw no evidence that there had ever been a rift, but the massive archway that had framed it still remained. That very day, it was decided that the archway had to be destroyed. But to the dismay of us all, it could not. It was made of a black stone that we could not so much as scratch. If it could not be destroyed, then it would be hidden. Our ancestors worked day and night to build around it a massive temple that would seal it away.

"The temple still stands today, but one must not venture near it. It is the very symbol of disaster and affliction. A memory that is best left only in lore."

As the story ended, Julia and Verity were left speechless. Brock had been right, the story itself held a strange magnificence but it was quite fearsome. It had been spoken in a way that made it seem real, as if there truly had been demons and angels inhabiting the world.

"Wow. That is all I can say. Just wow," whispered Verity as slowly the people began to leave.

"Incredible. And they believe that the temple really exists?" Julia questioned as she began to stand.

"Yeah. They say that it's only a few miles from here, but I've never been there. The natives won't let us anywhere near that temple. We only get to study the one that ancient priests left behind. It's in the opposite direction of the Gateway temple, so we can't exactly pretend to accidentally wind up in the 'wrong' temple. As much as I'd love to look for it, I'm not going to defy the wishes of the tribe, one temple is good enough for me," Brock commented.

"We'd better get to bed Jules. We get to go see the Priest temple for the first time tomorrow!"

"Give our regards to the chief Brock. Ver and I really loved the story! We can't wait to hear others," Julia said as she and Verity left the gathering hut and headed back to their room.

"Of course."

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Sitting on the roof of the bungalow, only a few feet from the smoke opening, a dark figure watched as the newcomers retired to their room. His golden eyes followed every move they made.

----They are dangerous, boy. I can sense their spirits. They will stop at nothing until they figure out if the temple exists. You must give them a reason to fear it as healthily as the other humans do.

"Be quiet demon. Why must you pester me with your thoughts? They aren't dangerous. They are just a couple of adventurous girls whose imaginations have been rendered active by the stories of an old man. Leave. Me. Alone!" whispered the figure fiercely at the unmanned voice inside his head.

----No. --You must…

"Be Quiet! Why do you care if they find it or not?! Even if they do, it is only a weathered building of stone that no human can enter. The only reason I can is because I can fly to the opening near the top of it and get in that way."

----…..

"Thank you for shutting up," the figure muttered in a biting tone.

----You will regret not listening to me, Jin. the demon chided.

"Go to Hell," came the blunt response.

----Been there, done that. I prefer manipulating weak humans here on Earth.

"Too bad you got stuck with me, huh?"

----Go to Hell. rebutted the demon.

"You wish," hissed Jin as he spread his onyx wings and soared into the forlorn night.

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a/n: Ta da! Jin finally makes his official appearance!

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