November 7, 2018

NaNoWriMo Updated

Good Afternoon to the readers I might have. If you are paying attention to my “NaNoWriMo Project for 2018”, you are more than likely incredibly confused. So let me updated what’s going on. So first of all I did not intend to do it this year, last minuted my significant other decided to do it this year and I couldn’t let her do it by herself so I decided to just do it. I had a three day mess where life got in the way of uploads and such but that’s semi-resolved now. However, I had no real outline I had a general idea so in order to test the waters on this, I have written a bunch of scenes from the story developing deeper into what I want it to be laid out. When I come back to edit it I will stitch it all together. But so I keep writing every day and stay relatively in goal I have done random scenes to explore my characters and opportunities. I will be revising my outline ASAP in order to bring some organization to the chaos!



Day Six

Kasey Grimhold sat at his desk scratching away with his pen. He had short messy black hair and a chiseled face accented by green eyes. A journal laid flat on the desk and papers and books scattered around his desk. He pushed up his glasses and took a sip of a glass of hot black coffee. He heard a knock on his door and reluctantly got up from his desk. Walking up to the door he pushed it open.

“Hello this is Kasey? How can I help you?” Kasey said looking the stranger up and down.

The stranger was an older slim man, his eyes were a deep brown, his clothes were ripped and torn and he wore a bomber jacket with some sort of embroidery.

“You’re the occult scientist right?” the man said, almost shaking.

“Yes Kasey Grimhold, I study all that is occult and paranormal, who might you be?” Kasey said stroking his chin with curiosity.

“I’m here for power,” the man said shyly, “the name is Logan Rhett.”

“Well I don’t know how I can help with that? It’s awfully late maybe you should come back again later, I can give you a card?” Kasey said annoyed by the intrusion.

The man furnished an old revolver and aimed it at Kasey.

“I think you have some time now?” Logan said threateningly.

Kasey just sighed to himself, he always knew his profession would attract some people that were a little crazy headed but not this soon. He stepped back with his hands up and was forced into a chair.

“If you are seeking real power, you’ve already got the most dangerous weapon known to man in your hands?” Kasey said slyly.

“Yeah, well guns are unpredictable and not the power I am looking for. I only have six bullets. I need the power to kill hundreds,” Logan said as he quickly rifled through the desk.

“I don’t think you will find what you are looking for here in all honesty, my science is largely based on hypothesis.”

“Yeah, that is usually where the secrets lie Dr. Grimhold, religion is not a milestone in our society for no reason.”

“Looking for anything in particular? You’re disorganizing my highly organized mess,” Kasey said in annoyance.

“Demons,” the man said without looking up.

“Ah, the most unknown of the occult, Demons are mythological beings that exist within their universe underlay within ours. It is said, through mythical statements, that demons look for vulnerable hosts to infect. A tragedy must befall them to make their own spirits weak enough for possession. Once possessed the demon will protect its host with an array of powers. First enhanced abilities. Secondly what we call ‘aura control’, and finally their most powerful Transformation,” Kasey stopped and rubbed his temple, he had already said so much. He was so passionate about his profession he didn’t think to hold back so this man wouldn’t try to use it.

“That is helpful indeed!” Logan shouted with happiness as he walked over and quickly bashed Kasey in the head until he was unconscious.

Logan walked out of the building with a sadistic smile on his face and made his way to his parents’ house. Knocking on the door his parents greeted him with open arms. Hugging him and holding him. Not a care in the world for why he might be there.

“How’s life mom and dad?” Logan asked.

“Oh you know just trying our hardest to get by every day.


Logan walked into the bedroom of his parents and quickly grabbed the father by the hair. Dragging him to the bathroom. Logan quickly stabbed him in the throat a dozen times as blood fell to the floor.

“Hey dad remember that time I got a C on my exam and you took me to the closet to kick my ass. I remember. This is why I’m stabbing you right now,” Logan said his eyes wide with bloodlust.

Blood pooled on the floor and his father lay dead on the floor with his eyes closed. Logan walked to the bedroom for his mother. He decided it would be best to do it peacefully. Crawling on top of her he wrapped his hands around her throat. She chocked and gasped as she slept until Logan could feel her body go limp.

“That school I wanted to be in so badly, it was only a signature that is all I needed but no. You wouldn’t sign in. That’s why I am killing you. But since you haven’t laid a hand on me, I decided it would be best to just simply kill you peacefully. Goodnight forever mom,” Logan said as he walked out of the bedroom.

He sat on the couch looking around anxiously for the treasure he worked so hard to claim. Suddenly the door blew open. A glimmering figure was there. A black mist of horns and claws. It walked up to Logan and picked him up by his throat.

“This vessel is what calls to me?” The beast screeched.

“Hello, demon. I am here to claim the power that is rightfully mine. GIVE IT TO ME!” Logan yelled wrestling the creature to the ground. They rolled around grunting as Logan attempted to overpower something beyond his control. It had won. Lifted him up and bashed him into the walls. It ripped his body open and crawled inside. Suddenly crumpling to the ground Logan woke up.

“Hello foolish mortal vessel, my name is Buey, and you are MIND NOW!” It growled inside.

Logan felt the power coursing through his body. He saw his wounds instantly heal. He laughed manically as he made his way out the door. The evening air was nipping at him. The mists caressed the body that felt like an illusion to him. He continued down the road as he approached a house. He quickly kicked the door in and looked at the screaming couple in front of him.

“Hello Davis, hello Cara,” Logan smirked.

“Logan it’s been so long, what are you doing in my house?” The man said instantly furnishing a weapon.

“Oh that won’t work on me anymore,” Logan laughed.

Suddenly light built up around his body and virtual horns grew from his head. He walked up to the man and quickly ripped his body to pieces. Shots were fired but only absorbed by the light that shimmered around Logan. The girl anxiously tried to crawl away but couldn’t get away as he pulled her leg towards his demonic presence. He picked her up by her neck and the aura around him faded as his face came inches from her.

“I loved you Cara, more than anyone could, and you sleep with the guy who made my high school life a miserable existence? That is terrible of you but I will take one thing from you before you die. A kiss,” Logan laughed as he brought her face close to his and kissed her gasping frame. Suddenly limp in his arms he laid her down peacefully on the couch.

Logan stepped out of the house and looked up at the moon, feeling it’s white light wash over him. He howled to the moon in bloodlust as he made his way to the undesirable part of town. Walking through the old moldy bricks and crumpled fire escapes a bunch of younger kids were smoking some drugs and hanging out by a barrel fire.

“Evening gents,” Logan said tipping an imaginary hat.

“Who da fuck is dis?” One boy said instantly pulling out a gun.

“No dear mate,” another said pulling out another gun.

“This is Teflon territory, get the fuck out,” another one said turning around to face their intruder fists raised.

“Oh goody, toys!” Logan screeched.

The boys shot at him but they did nothing to his body. He continued forward. Bashing the two men together in violent succession until pieces of their skull and brains were running down their bodies. The third boy had taken a step back preparing to flee.

“I wouldn’t” Logan said as the horns reappeared.

“What do you want,” the boy said tears running down his cheek.

“I’m looking for your boss. Please I wish to make a business deal with him,” Logan smirked as he approached the frightened child.

“Yes please just don’t hurt me,” the boy cried out.

“Then, lead the way!”


Day Five

The room was quiet and damp as Radon sat meditating on the floor. The damp evening air danced around him as he slowly descended into unconsciousness.

“Hello foolish mortal vessel,” a deep voice rumbled within.

“Greetings Verthral, how are you faring this evening? How is your power?” Radon asked with a sly smirk.

“I will never be as powerful as I want to be, we must drink more hearts to sap them of their power,” Verthral growled.

“Perhaps soon we will find more people to take their power from,” Radon laughed menacingly.

A clank rang out behind him, drawing him quickly from his comatose state. Without turning around using his demonic powers he could see the red haze of his surroundings. An old man limped carefully towards him leaning gently on his walking stick. His face was wrinkled and covered with locks of white hair. His eyes were sunken, piercing at Radon. He wore a pair of slacks and a polo shirt. He stood behind Radon and smirked, something sinister about his presence.

“Who might you be, and why are you here?” Radon said, turned around staring down the old man.

“My apologies sir, my name is Runne Baker. I am a magician of sorts just trying to gather a little coin for the long trek home, do you have time to see some mystifying techniques?” The old man said jolly and as though he was not at all threatened by the very force that blanketed the room.

“That’s odd, approaching a man for money?” Radon said as he shuffled himself forward.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” the man nodded pulling out a coin, “now lets see this disappear!”

He flicked the coin through his trembling hands and suddenly it vanished in thin air. Radon scoffed and pulled out a rounded piece of Palladium and tossed it in his direction.

“How kind of you young man,” the man smiled.

Radon motioned him away but he remained unmoving.

“Aren’t you going to ask how I did it?” The old man said pulling at his beard.

“Most magicians won’t show me their tricks and I need to rest a bit longer,” Radon said. He was surprisingly calm in a situation that might make him annoyed. He didn’t feel the tug of his demon’s rage, the voices inside his head had stopped whispering. It felt odd. He wasn’t sure if it was the meditation or the silly old man that was lifting his spirits. A piercing pain through his chest reminded him that something was very wrong.

“You didn’t even ask me where the coin went?” The old man said, suddenly much less innocent holding a blade in Radon’s chest, “Cadmium, a weird sort of metal, highly toxic in small doses. Deadly in high.”

“What is happening?” Radon said throughly shook.

“You are what all my followers are afraid of? I foolishly tricked you with magic? How can you be that threatening? What is your body count of Paladins now? Hundreds? Thousands?” The man said pushing the sword deeper.

The wounds was not healing, light was flicking off the mans cane (suddenly turned into a sword) but his body wasn’t even attempting to heal.

“What did you do to me?” Radon cried, for the first time in his life (since possession) he felt fear.

“Neither do you listen, as our words are always far more valuable then our presence? Cadmium my boy, it’s poisonous to your kind. You won’t be able to access your sinful powers now,” the man laughed pushing the sword deeper.

“Well guess I better sort this out then,” Radon said clenching his jaw painfully.

You think a silly metal can handle me?” Verthral laughed.

Suddenly the light was suddenly being pushed away as his body began to heal. Light encompassed his composure as he quickly held out a palm and blasted the old man away. Light quickly sealed the wound and returned the blood to it’s rightful owner.

That shit sucks, this is the best I can do. But I will not be killed by this old coot. Do not fail me vessel” Verthal growled.

“I can deal with this,” Radon said looking at the claws forming around his hands. He suddenly launched, almost teleported to the man. Claws inside his chest lifting him from the ground and slamming him against the wall.

“Who sent you?” Radon screamed, the aura around him shifting and swirling angrily.

“Well dear boy,” the man coughed, blood oozing from his mouth, “I lead them.”

Suddenly the room was bright and Radon was filled with pain. His aura struggled to protect its host from the burning light around them. The man was suddenly swirling with a tornado of light and a ginormous sword was in his hands. His white beard had disappeared and a younger man stood where he once stood.

“Foolish demonic creatures, tonight you will be slain by the God of Light!” Runne screamed. He had flashed away for a moment and Radon stood his ground in fear wondering which direction the man would strike from. He felt the prescience to his left and quickly siphoned the aura to his arm blocking the sword with great difficulty.

“Verthral what do I do?” Radon cried subconsciously.

“DO NOT DIE!” Verthral screamed mentally.

Radon quickly kicked out at the man, smashing him into the metal walls of the warehouse.

“You sure don’t like to die easily, even with the suffocating of the metal in your body, you can still maintain your second stage. I will not allow this, you must perish!” The man said struggling to stand up.

Radon rushed him clawing at him furiously, the aura of his demon echoing behind him following suit with the attacks. The man sat in a bloody mess gasping for life.

“Purge the metal from my body, I’ll handle him with stage one,” Radon instructed his partner.

Radon held his bloody face up and punched it several times. Begging for him to become unconscious before the strength slipped from his body. The man laid pretty much unconscious as Radon began to walk away. His strength sapped from him. The man pulled a vial from his staff and quickly downed a vial of glowing light. His wounds were healed instantly and he stood up looking at Radon with bloodlust.

“The souls willingly given to me by my followers will aid in my destruction of you!” Runne laughed.

“Souls, what?” Radon cried out as he was struck into the wall. Blood oozed from his body in desperate amounts he coughed blood and fell unconsciously to the ground.

“Time to die,” Runne said approaching him his sword held high ready to slice into the man as the final blow.

“Yeah no,” Verthral said as he sucked the two into the demon dimension.

“WHERE DID HE GO!” Runne cried angrily looking around suspiciously.

The world was dark, a glowing light walked towards them. But quickly darted around searching for him.

“They won’t find us here, I just hope they leave soon, I can’t hold us here for long with you dying and shit,” Verthral snarled.

“I’m sorry, he was too strong,” Radon coughed feeling like the world was slipping away from him.

“No you need to stay alive longer, your body has been perfect all this time. We can’t give up now, hold tight. Just a little longer!” Verthral, for the first time in it’s life, begged it’s vessel.

Runne blasted through the ceiling landing on the roof looking around desperately for his fleeing pray. He quickly leapt off the building to the north, wondering if he had fled to the forest to heal.

“Fucking Demons,” Runne cried as he crumpled to the ground his age returning. An old man stood up and limped towards the woods, “I only have two more vials left.”

The world faded back into view as Radon sat against the wall panting trying to stay alive.

“We have a lot of healing to do,” they both said as sleep claimed them, “I hope they don’t come back.”

Kasey sat in his study eagerly eying over his journal. The door was kicked in and an old man stood there. Walking gingerly inside with his cane.

“Kasey Grimhold I presume?” Runne said angrily, “I am looking for a demon.”


Day Four

The room was suddenly filled with white robed figures. Each one holding a sword at the boy frightened in the middle, his eyes darting around desperately seeking some sort of escape from the hell he had been tossed into. He could find no hole in their defenses.

“Well, a disgusting creature of the night lays before our feet. Hurriedly looking for some sort of escape? I will tell you now, there is no escaping us. We are Paladins, wielders of the light shined upon us by our lord and saviors. We will use the power he has vested us to slaughter you where you sit. Your black blood will overflow onto the tile. Your wretched existence extinguished. Cleansed by our forgiving light,” One chanted raising their sword high.

The teenager on the ground trembled with fear and suddenly felt the pinching of anger as power whelmed up inside him.

We will not be perishing here this evening,” a voice rang out inside his head.

Power exploded from the boy sending the people surrounding them flying into nearby walls. A growl shook the building as the boy suddenly had claws where his fingers should be and attempted to slaughter one of the men in white. Blood oozed from their wound, but light flickered around the wound and the blood was siphoned back inside, the skin completely healed.

“So youthful, yet inexperienced, your little claws can’t harm us foul creature,” the one that was attacked laughed as he pushed the sword into the unsuspecting teenager, gasping.

The sword began to glow white, repealing the healing the teenagers body was attempting to perform. Blood trickled out as much of it gathered around their sword. Blood shot from his mouth as the blanket around the sword fell to the ground. Red washed beneath them as the claws began to evaporate, a fog where they once were.

“Why though?” The boy cried as he crumbled to the ground.

“The thing inside you is evil boy, it will twist your thoughts, entice your suffering, make you do things you normally wouldn’t do. They infect your very humanity, feasting on your luscious soul. We cannot allow that,” he said drawing the blade from the crumpled man on the ground.

The body begged for blood light reached out trying to siphon anything it could, fighting for its life. The man kicked him into a dusty corner. There would be no blood there for a while. They each sheathed their swords and began to leave. The boy dying on the ground gasping for help.

The celling crashed above them. A man stood in the middle of the room gazing at the group of paladins that had thinned their mission a success so they let some of their men go. The man looked sadly at the ground covered in blood.

“You did this?” He said not once looking up.

“Of course, these damned creatures must be slain, and who might you be?” The paladin said walking in front of the man staring at him menacingly.

“Tragic,” the man from the celling said as a hole had suddenly appeared in the paladins chest.

The mans arm had been surrounded in thick hide, sharp terrifying claws on the other side. The light begged to repair the man but it was evaporating on contact. The paladin cried out as he quickly closed his eyes.

Another paladin stood in complete shock and awe at his mangled associate. Trying quickly to summon his weapon before the man who had done this came after him. He soon realized that he had been killed moments before. Claw marks on his chest oozed with blood as he crumpled to his knees. When? How? He felt nothing but death encompass him now.

The third paladin did not attempt to fight but instead decided to run. A creature had blocked his path. Shifting light played in the hallway. Angry red eyes glowing in the darkness. The paladin shuddered for a moment as he fell to his knees to prey. His heart laid on the ground before him as the man who had came from the sky had punched his heart from his chest.

The man stood surrounded by bodies as he carefully began to emit some sort of vapor as his skin returned to normal, the bloodlust in his eyes ceasing. He walked up to the boy who was gasping for life.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here in time, I would have saved you if I could,” he said as he carefully peeled the heart from the boys massacred body and drank (from) it.


”An Exorcist and Demon are old friends…”

She shivered in the bed as terrible thoughts flooded through her body. She struggled to sit up as if her very life force was being taken from her.

“Please end my suffering before I end it myself,” she begged.

Suddenly she was naked with men enjoying themselves with her body. Moaning and screaming as each one ravaged her.

She returned to reality sitting alone and naked in bed.

“She is right through there, please, be careful.” The man cried.

Alexander Anderson, the priest of Artesia, stepped forward. Begging for this to be a quick and easy process. She was sitting in the bed fondling her body for him when he entered.

“Hello Grace, I see you have a strong case of darkness inside you?” Anderson spoke quietly.

He began to lay out tools, a Yin Yang symbol adorned his neck. A book carved from leather with gold and silver Yin Yang sat in his hands. He pulled out a knife and a cup, poring some tea into it he sat at the foot of her bed. He pulled the cup closer to his lips as he drank heavily.

She continued to tease and prod at his sexuality with her body as he just watched. Thinking the best way to handle the situation. He pulled the knife from the table and slit his hand, a drop of blood fell into his tea. He swallowed the remainder of it. The world was suddenly swallowed in darkness. His body the only think lit aflame with white fire.

“Hello Anderson, I see we meet again,” the voice shuddered.

Anderson look around but couldn’t see through the inky void. He felt a pang of familiarity as he pawed through his journal.

“With the white flames of Tai I set the darkness ablaze!” He cried.

Suddenly the fire from within him stretched amongst the shadows. There before him stood a gorgeous woman with long blood red hair, perfect perky tits, in complete view of him. He hung his head low and suddenly realized who he was dealing with.

His ex-girlfriend.

Who would have known a Priest would commit an adulterous sin as to sleep with a demon. He was so easily subdued by her that evening at the Virgin’s Flask that he had made the ultimate sacrifice. His masculinity. His frame had no more muscle too it, his sack empty of Testosterone. He no longer felt the pull of women’s lotus, he no longer felt himself attracted to their bodies, his God had taken it from him for payment. However, something about her, and their history, stirred something inside himself.

She sat cross legged in the air as she looked over at him. Her face a carving of the memories they shared together. He imagined her sprawled out in his bed that long ecstasy filled evening. He fixed his glasses with stress as he thumbed an other page.

“How have you been darling?” She whispered, her voice laced with seduction.

“Don’t play games with me Nicole, I won’t tolerate it,” Anderson said with ill-convection.

“Oh come on, don’t you remember all our fun times together?” She whispered inches from his neck.

He felt his manhood tremble at her proximity. He closed his eyes and tried to drown her games out of his mind. Begging his God to bestow upon him the power to resist her.

“Don’t worry my child!” A voice trembled inside him.

Suddenly the Yin Yang symbols appeared below his feet and he leapt aside. Trapping her in a circle of light. She cried and screeched as he muttered his prayers.

“By all that is holy, I will pull you from the light and toss you back into the darkness where you belong!” He cried, a tear flowing from his eye.

The ground swallowed her as the darkness was lifted. He looked over at a frightened girl quickly wrapping herself in a blanket and crying. He pulled her close to himself and whispered to her.

“Don’t worry my child, you are safe now…”

2017, Fables of Destiny


Arcane, Prometheus, and Ophelia materialized on Pluto. Creatures began to surround them! They saw them coming. Little robots buzzed around like a swarm of bees. The other creatures stood taller than normal with long swanky arms holding pistols in each. Behind them was a large massive beast growling in anger. In the shadows were the glowing eyes that aimed right at them.

Hissing and slurring came from the void of Pluto as little robots flew towards them. Prometheus quickly summoned his Solar shield and defended his teammates as each one of them latched onto his shield and exploded. The shield fizzled from existence as creatures came forward blasting bullets at our heroes. Arcane skipped around avoiding each one as Prometheus took them each. Ophelia leapt into the air and blasted out a Void bomb blowing up the attacking creatures.

They each pulled forward and whipped out their weapons. Kinetic bullets filled the air peeling the attacking creatures. Arcane whipped out his Scout Rifle and headshot each of the glowing eyes. Prometheus continued forward attacking the creatures with his Auto Rifle. Ophelia landed in the masses and used her Hand Cannons on each one that came at her.

The Battalion had been defeated the large creature that was seemingly overseeing them came forward its howls of anger shook the planet.

“I am the mighty Reverie, your bodies will be slain here and peeled for study!” it howled.

Arcane leapt into the air and Arc Blades adorned his arms as he rushed the massive creature. Striking as hard and fast as he could before the lightning fizzled away. Leaping backwards avoiding Reverie’s stoke he escaped its onslaught.

The three guardians stood looking up at this massive beast before them. They unloaded clip after clip into its body waiting for it to finally fall. Dodging it’s strikes and blasts from the cannons it wielded. Struggling to defeat the massive creature they filled their Lights power. And all powered up at once. Prometheus pummeled the creature with its fists of Solar energy striking it hard and fast. Arcane had to wait a bit longer than the others. Watching Ophelia loading out Void Bomb after Void Bomb into it’s towering frames. Once Arcane was up he struck it again with his Arc Blades. The three Guardian’s onslaught was too much for the beast and it exploded into fragments. The fragments materialized into the Robots that begged to clasp onto their bodies. They were suddenly fleeing for their lives until the ship took it aboard.

They sat panting in the middle of their ships.

“We need to do a status report, they knew we were coming, and those robots are dangerous!” Arcane said through rushed breathing.

“Yes dock the Ghosts!” Ophelia seconded.

They each stood up and summoned their Ghosts for docking. Commander Mavericks worried expression filled the now light screen that had formed.

“Updates for me Guardians?” He said with extreme anxiety.

Arcane stepped forward as he was elected leader.

“We arrived here and were ambushed they were already expecting us.” Arcane said with worry as well.

“Did you get to scout anything?” Maverick asked.

“Sorry sir, we didn’t have a chance. They have robots that latch onto you and explode, we needed to get away. Not to mention they were joined with a massive beast I can only imagine is a commander of some kind. It was quite powerful, all three of our supers had a hard time taking it down. Not to mention the bullets we filled it with,” Arcane said upset.

“If that is any indication of the chaos that dwells on Pluto we need to make sure you are prepared, we need to power you up!” Maverick said.

“The Speaker granted our Ghosts the “forever” light, but we don’t know how to wield it?” Ophelia said worry also filling her out.

“Don’t worry Guardians, the answers will come to you when it is most needed!” The Speaker’s soft voice rang in their ears.

“Thank you Speaker,” Maverick said with a smile.

“So we will room here and heal up, it’s been a tough battle for something so new to us! We look forward to accessing the “forever light”!” Arcane smiled to the group.



Tower Siege (Excerpt from Tiez; Killer of Kings)

Disclaimer: This will NOT make any sense as it is the very end of the story, however struggling with creativity I decided to pick out pieces of my thought processes to hopefully invigorate my creative energies… please forgive my disappointment with NaNoWriMo this year… I still have time, I am still trying…

Tiez blasted through the castle gates alchemical energy surrounding his body. Talon had rushed through and slain multiple guards that stood in the way before Tiez was completely through the gate. Kain had already slain the two teams beyond the walls with his demonic blink abilities. Almost instantaneously the first wall of defense had been slaughtered.

Talion stood in his throne room, a disappointed scowl on his face. His captain came in with his head hung low.

“They have breached the castle walls King Kesh,” he said.

“I felt their presence, I am very disappointed in you Garrick, you had one mission to protect me and you have not proven yourself useful,” Talion said anger swelling on his face.

Talion stuck out a finger as darkness pierced Garrick in the throat his blood pooled at his feet as he clutched his throat in agony.

“Master Kesh, why!” He cried as death instantly claimed him.

“Talion, are you sure it is safe to use those powers now?” A man said slinking from the shadows.

This was Baron, the master of the darkness that Talion had confessed his secrets too for advice on the best to hide them.

“I don’t think it serves a purpose to hide it anymore. If Tiez and his goons get here the battle will be too fierce for me to pretend anymore that I’m a worthless human.” Talion said no longer able to hold his anger that festered inside him. His pupils had been swallowed by darkness as it invigorated the darkness within him.

“Yes of course master,” Baron said with a bow and slipping back into the shadows.

Two more captains came in to the sight of Garrick’s dead body littering the floor.

“You two, I need you to hold the intruders off the best you can whatever it takes, we need to slow them down. I have ordered the Black Wings Elite Battalion to return but it will take time. And for the hell of it, summon OUR sorcerer and make him do something about the force knocking at our doors,” Talion ordered, “or end up like him, your call.”

The were shaking from the sight of one of their partners death. So they quickly scrambled out and began to shout orders to the leaders of each group. They did not want to end up like their unfortunate friend.

Tiez had come across a new challenge as a group of magical defense systems stood in place.

“I see our enemy has learned from his past mistakes. I will need time to disassemble this, this magic is more complicated then what I am expected of Kesh’s King,” Tiez ordered.

Talon stood high and strong in his silver armor as he prepared his sword for battle from the clanking coming from behind them. Kain was blinking in and out of reality as he crossed into the Demon Dimension to sneak up on his foes. Tiez had placed his hands on the shield and began to try transmuting it into a more weakened wall.

The soldiers began to pour in the room as Kain had rushed his claws through several of the defenders to open the floor for his partner. Talon slaughtered them one by one. Their gold armor laying in piles at his feet. His sword like waves in the ocean as his perfected swings were filling the room. The magic shield Tiez was working on began to turn into less of a blue light and more of a thick impenetrable mist. Magic coursed through his body as he felt his reserves tightening.

Every magic being only has a limited amount of energy before they are completely drained. Being an Alchemist Tiez understood equivalent exchanged and better maintained his reserves pulling from pockets throughout his body as not to weaken an entire pool at once. The magic shield Talion, the King of Kesh, had set up was high ranking magic. More adapt than a human king, which they all knew their King was no longer.

The soldier sent to slow them down had all been defeated. The magic wall had suddenly turned into vapor as Tiez crouched on the ground panting.

“This is not going to be easy guys, I think we just got through the easy part. Are you all ready for this battle?” Tiez said panting as his reserves began to balance their pools for consistency.

“We can do this!” Talon said, but he too was panting.

“We will be okay,” Kain said, although like the others he was quite winded as well.

“Seems our plan has worked to some extent?” A voice rang around them.

“What?” The three said.

“The room is made of elite luxury materials, hence why your demon is having such a hard time, not such easy access to that dimension when there are magnet energy fields all around. Talon, we sent you the best we had, we knew they would all die but your betrayal has shocked us all filthy silver knight. I know why you’re so weak now! Finally, the biggest threat we’ve had in a long time, an alchemist. I’ve poured a lot of resources and magic into that wall, I see it took you a few minutes to figure it all out. No matter, this is where you shall all die…” it echoed and faded.

Through the door a small group of three soldiers in clad black armor appeared. Dark energy steaming from their bodies.

“Say hello to the Black Wings Elite Battalion!” The voice laughed.

Talon stood up and took a few moments to think of the journal he carries with him, Chapter IX: Courage and stood tall to fight the vicious creature approaching. Kain had instantly felt the pull and scratching of the magnets he was now aware of, his hope was quickly wavering. Tiez stood up and saw the hope faltering from the siege. He quickly leapt into the air and struck the ground. Alchemical energy rushed in every direction and quickly seeped into the heroes bodies.

They felt invigorated energy returning to their bodies. Talon struck one of them with all of his might, alchemical energy fizzled around his blade. The darkness was soon whisked away with the light. Kain began to ooze more Demonic Energy than usual and no longer felt the pull of the magnets as significantly. He rushed the second one and ran his claws through the darkness with ease, absorbing it into his own body to fuel him further. Tiez had his blade through the other ones chest in the midst of it all and transmute it into a large pillar of stone splitting their body.

The three bodies lay torn apart on the castle ground. Tiez looked around for a second attempt and found nothing.

“Well, I guess I underestimated them?” Talion said with a frown.

“Perhaps you overestimated the Black Wings, for you are never wrong my liege.” Baron said from the shadows again, “shall we make for your escape?”

“No, they still have a sorcerer to face and I want to be here to see them fall. Baron, bring the sorcerer here!” Talion said with a creepy smirk.

There before him stood the sorcerer shaking in fear at the bodies that began to line the floors to the throne room.

“Hello Pallor, I have a mission for you!” Talion said.

“My liege I would serve no one but you but I don’t think my power is enough to stop them!” Pallor said truthfully.

“Perhaps not at the level you are now, I’m sure you would be slain almost instantaneously. However, I have a gift for you that might make it worth a shot!” Talion said smirking.

Tiez, Talon, and Kain had struggled through more waves of basic soldiers but they still had so much ground to cover. They needed to get to the throne room before Talion thought of any other tricks, he was strong enough as it was without the power of darkness.

The wall shattered beside them as a floating wizard came rushing through, his pupils consumed by darkness as he carelessly blasted black lighting into the crowd. Tiez had barely enough time to transmute a black lighting conductor to absorb the attack another blast would be coming. It could only take so much. Tiez looked around for some sort of advantage. This wizard was filled to the brim with darkness magic and it was horrendous the things it could do in the hands of a skilled wizard. Talon ran up to strike him but was only tossed aside by arms of black light that came from seemingly nowhere. Kain knew this was his battle field, his turn to shine.

Rushing the wizard Kain summoned his demons power and struck out at the foe. The darkness that emanated from him was absorbed by the demonic magic. Converting it into energy for it’s host to use in battle. He leapt into the air at the floating wizard and struck it down with a ball of lighting formed in his palm.