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The World War had begun. All of the races, light or dark, that could spare fighters, Angels, Elves, Humans, Slayers, Dragons, Lycanthropes, Vampires, and even what remained of the Demons that could fight, all banded together to do everything in their power to destroy the one enemy, the one man army, Zarak. The Soulless One fought against the world, and even though he didn't expect so many would want him dead, he loved every moment, for every moment was a chance to spill more of the blood he loved to see, feel, drink, be. Elves and Slayers raining down arrows and bolts, Angels and Demons conjuring powerful magic spells, Lycanthropes and Dragons brandishing their claws, and Humans and Vampires wielding cold steel, all to destory one man. Many of their efforts were futile. More than half the population of each race died that fateful day. Finally, after hours of death and destruction at Zarak's hand, it was finally his turn. His body, riddled with arrows and bolts, burned from holy light and hellfire, scarred from weapons of bone and metal, was losing too much blood. He couldn't see straight nor could he wield his two swords properly anymore, all he could do was laugh, laugh at the sight of his own blood, and loved it, savored it wishing he could emerse himself in it. The final blow allowed him to do so. His own captain, the captain of the knights he once fought side by side with, his sword infused with demonic magic, slashed through his already weakened body, dropping Zarak down to the ground, his face drenched in a pool of his own blood. The war was finally over...but it was not truly the end of Zarak.
Within the underworld, Zarak found himself standing in front of a demon, the very one that gave him the power.
???????: "I see...your time has finally come..."
Zarak: "Your voice...your the one...on that day!..."
???????: "You still have the power, yet no way to use it. The world of the living...the people of that world long for that kind of power, no matter what the consequence...and you, you long to go back to that world, don't you?"
Zarak: "...I...I do..."
Lucifer: "Then I, Lucifer, will send you back. You must promise to kill again when you are returned. With your newest vessel of flesh, you will destroy those of the land of the living."
Zarak: "...of course...your enemies...are mine..."
Lucifer: "Very well. Though the pact of the devils...the blood you spill to sustain your life...to nourish the devils of the underworld...shall grant you new life upon the world of the living...go, my soulless warrior, destroy those that'd stand in our way!"
Jared: "Statius...is this?..."
Statius: "Yes. This...is the last terrace."
Virgil: "There doesn't seem to be anything odd about it. It's just a big stairway up to a light."
Jared: "...no, that's not it. It's trapped."
Statius: "But for the reason of cleansing. We must go through."
Jared: "Right." The three of us headed up the stairs. Each step that we took up, our eyes darted to every corner of the room. It was strange, it was more like we were in a dungeon now than in Purgatory. We almost got halfway when we could feel our bodies stop, like they were frozen in time. We couldn't move at all, or even talk. I felt bad for Virgil, I could see that the moment we froze up, his eyes were closed. I felt bad because he couldn't see what was about to happen.
A wall of fire rose up from the top of the stairs and started to slowly move by itself down the stairs. It moved so slowly that I almost wanted to have my eyes closed too. After what must have seemed like hours waiting for this stupid wall of fire, it finally covered our bodies and slowly moved passed us, scorching our bodies. After it finally passed, our bodies gained control again, but there was nothing to say. Our bodies were in pain, our clothes burnt and our flesh bare, but blistering and fried. If any of us talked, the only thing we could say is not words, but sounds of agony and sorrow. We all knew that and we all knew we couldn't let that affect us. All we did was continue up those stairs, reaching out to the light with our burnt, smoking hands. When we finally got up those stairs and into the light...I swear...I thought I could see Mina, but it looked like she was in danger. Everything had become clear in that moment...and that's when I realized who it really was.
Jared: "Casella!!!"
 J-PiPe · Sat Nov 15, 2008 @ 12:35am · 0 Comments |
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