Chapter 26

Hey guys! Keeper helped me write half this chapter! "It was taunting, leering, growling, harsh, and slow all at once." Was Keeper's last sentence, everything from that point on is mine. Onto the announcement! I don't think I told you this, but there are 4 winners! Ok, in first place: Foxstar534emma! In second place: Keeper of the Starry Night! In third place: FerncloudLover! And in fourth place: KalypsoKari87! You guys get to pick the prizes you want! Either write a chapter for UTSD, make a new couple or write a chapter staring your favorite couple, pick a death for either me or you to write, be my personal slave XD, AND FINALLY… MAKE YOUR OWN OC TO STAR IN UTSD! Bye guys and thanks for entering! (P.S- Sorry if this note was too long)

Terror stalked through the forest, noticing the increasing lack of life as he traversed the area. Raising his head, his blood-red eyes scanned the scene. A pair of twisted black gates stood before him, connected to a huge dead pine tree on either side. The ground was slimy and coated with dead leaves, the bark of the trees was blacker than black.

As he moved towards the gates, they slowly began to slide open with a screeching, grating sound. Terror shuddered, and passed through the gates, warily watching the scene.

As he traveled the path, he became aware of a great darkness pressing in on him from all sides. Soon he could not see- There was only blackness. Eyes gleamed from the darkness, invisible hands reached out and stroked his fur, and voices filled his ears.

"Join us," one whispered.

"Become one," another proposed.

"Reunite with your brethren," a third hissed menacingly.

"Yesssss," the fourth cackled. "Sell your soul!"

Terror shrink back. "Get out of my head," he hissed.

The voices simply cackled and faded to whispers.

Terror proceeded warily through he darkness, trusting his paws to guide him to where he needed to go. Suddenly he was lifted up, high above the ground. Letting out a yowl of surprise, he lashed out, class connecting with skin and ripping a gash in his captor's flesh.

"Woah, dude! Chill out!" His captor exclaimed. The captor suddenly became visible, revealing a "twoleg" with pitch black eyes, twisted black dark hair, an easygoing grin on his face, huge, black wings behind him, and a red-pointed black tail. He wore a dark blue pelt of some material on his legs (jeans) and a light gray material with a red-and-white symbol on his chest. His hind paws were bare.

"I'm just here to bring you to the boss," the twoleg explained. "I'm Matt, by the way."

Terror looked at "Matt" warily, before shrugging and allowing himself to be carried. He didn't want to mess with him, that much he knew.

Matt chatted idly along the way, talking about how they were getting the plumbing repaired back in the Underworld, and how they were finally replacing the coffee machine in the lounge. Terror didn't know what any of those things were, but Matt had said, "I'm a huge coffee addict, you know?" So he figured it must be something good.

Eventually they came to... Uh... Nothing. There was just blackness. Matt placed Terror on his shoulder and knocked on the... Blackness. "Oi, boss!" he called. "He's here!"

The blackness suddenly diverged, a red light came from the gap. Matt walked in, whistling a tune as he did so.

"Hello, boss," he said cheerfully to the huge demon sitting inside. "Here he is."

On top a huge red throne, adorned with spikes, teeth, and whatnot, sat a monstrous red demon. What could be seen of the demon's skin swirled around like lava; its huge black horns were at least a fox-length long. A huge black "sword" lay at his waist. Soulless, fiery red eyes bored into Terror, seemingly laying him bare. A tattered brown cloak was thrown over the demon's shoulders, and twisted black armor covered his body.

This was Infernum, the renegade demon prince.

When Infernum spoke, his voice was twisted, grating, sending images of his worst nightmares into his head and making Terror quake with fear. It sounded like the crackle of hellfire, the cries of innocents, the tortured screams of devoured souls. It was taunting, leering, growling, harsh, and slow all at once. "Hello Terror," he rasped, making Terror wince.

"H-Hello. W-Why do you w-wish to s-see me?" He tried to keep his voice from quivering, but the prince's gaze was enough to send him wailing.

Infernum advanced in towards him, cloak swaying. Terror tried to back up, but the demon quickly grabbed him. His skin felt like a thousand thorns were burrowed in him. He felt himself gasping from breath as the demon's strange claws held a tighter grip on the gray cat. "Power. I want to help you take the cats you hate down. The hate you feel from them… Ahhhh, makes me stronger," he hissed. Terror's bones seemed to rattle.

"W-Will this cost me anything?"

Infernum chuckled. "No," he smiled glinted like a thousand broken bones. "Nothing at all…"

Soon the prince set him down, and Matt was there to carry him back to the gates. "Soooo, how was the meeting?" Terror rolled his blood colored eyes as Matt chatted like a starling. Finally, the demon and cat were at the swirling black gates.

"Thank you! Come again!" Matt cried, walking back towards the so called "vending machine" to get "coffee". Well I definitely won't miss their strange words!

Terror started to walk away from the gates, back to camp. When he crossed the muddy river the bordered the territory from the Underworld, the world went bright, and he found himself right at the camp entrance. Shaking his pelt, Terror walked over to Nightfall.

"Where have you been?" She asked. He smirked maniacally.

"Doing business, don't your worry your pretty little head," he smiled. Nightfall tilted her head and shrugged. Time to kill the Clan once and for all!