The Night Of A Thousand Screams

[Lark 2227]

 

The Night of a Thousand Screams

 

A large muscular figure stands on a hill, a circular portal that glows with soft blue and green hues pulses

with a droning hum behind him. The figure flicks his tail, drawing his wings in as he steps out to the edge

of the hill, the portal expands to size as several figures emerge from the portal.

 

First, a large red figure, 3 sets of medium size wings line his bare back, two heavy warhammers

at his belt. He looks over the lands, a wry toothy grin spread across his face. He lets loose an earth shaking roar across the landscape, the trees and sky shudder in fear, birds scattering from the skies as

the roar echoes across the land.

 

 

 

A smaller figure emerges from behind the figure, clucking his tongue as the creature

many times larger then him roars.

 

 

 

"My my General, must you be so loud? We are here to face the criminal's challenge, Not intimidate half the realm."

 

The larger figure growls, resting his large red hands on his axe, drumming his claws against the leather handles in impatience. 

 

"One such as myself must make sure to control their bloodlust for the upcoming battle, the

foe we face has broken his bonds and is on par with the Greater Beings. I trust the help you 

spoke of will be arriv-"

 

The small creature snickers as battle hardened figure steps through the portal, weidling a vicious sword in hand.

 

 

 

"Dor'Mathil'Lal...its been while hasn't it?" the smaller creature giggles, looking

towards the General with anticipation of his reaction.

 

The larger creature stumbles as he tries to speak and ends up kneeling, the medium sized figure looks over his shoulder and nods, "Ah, the Fabled. Yes, he'll do just fine Soor-Kuul."

 

The smaller creature smirks and conjures up a small ball of energy, sending it out into the forest below as he manifests a small looking glass like object and peers into it.

 

"Only the best to take down the Red Land's most wanted. We imps have great connections..Devil Scout."

 

The devil scout snorts as he looks away from the gathering of demons, the main figures of

importance had arrived, the rest of the legion would be following shortly. Surveying the horizon, several thoughts crossed the demon's mind. His possible children with his lover..how they would fare when the time comes..and if he would even live to see them. He also thought of the demon they were after. Crooked...

 

 

 

The imp turned Rogue had finally broken free of his magical bonds, his full power finally unleashed on the world. His chaotic aura causing the world to go into a fit of madness, revolution, one after another.

 

Dwarf, Orcs, and even Elves..working together. Utter madness. It was quite evident Crooked has taken up residence in the forest down below, dubbed Witch's Woods, the woods had died quickly, turning into  an ashy and barren wasteland reeking of sulfur and rot. 

 

Kuln'Zil grimaced as he narrowed his eyes at an odd disturbance in the near center of the once-forest. A portal to another realm. A tear in the fabric of magic itself. The fool had created a pocket realm

to house his immense power...but now it was too late. Crooked had unknowingly backed himself into a corner..and now was the time to strike.

 

Kuln'Zil looked to his companions and motioned them forth, all spread their wings out and took flight

Behind them...soldiers burst out from the portal, following in suit. Thousands of them, blackening the

skies as the 17th Legion mobilized to take out one of the largest threats to this realm.

 

The host entered through the portal and to their surprise..found not a pocket realm but...

a city.

 

 

 

 

Crooked's visage had changed greatly since his power had been fully released, his features becoming

more corrupt..more vile...his body seemed to leak energy, forming a soft pulsating bubble of black and

purple energy around him. He hovered high above the city, raining black hell fire and barrages of

purple energy down upon it, his creatures of destruction rampaging throughout the human city.

 

Peasants and the like cried out to Godanistan and the Creator, begging for salvation.

They found none.

 

"WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW ANTHOS?"

 

"THERE IS ONLY ME!"

 

"KNEEL OR PERISH!"

 

Crooked's cries of utter madness echoed across the realm, the black night concealed

the thoughts of the people at the demon's madness, but their emotions were true.

 

Cries of fear, pain, and confusion were widespread as the host of demons approached Crooked.

He turned towards them and laughed, launching himself towards Kuln'Zil and landing infront of him.

 

Rising from his kneeling position he turned a corrupted eye on Kuln, giggling.

 

"You think you possess the power to defeat me now? You are mere insects.

Vermin. Pests. Nuisances. Dust."

 

Crooked laughs maniacally as he sends a black wave of crackling black energy at the host, many

avoid it..but those that do not explode violently, their bodies unable to take the amount of

magic being forced upon them.

 

"The time of peace and order is over! Chaos shall reign! I shall lead this new

era into glory! The Millennia Wars shall return and all shall be fulfilled!" 

 

The host of demons recovers from the attack, Kuln'Zil grumbles as he lands and conjures his blade of magic.

 

"You are mad Crooked. The unstable magics you have used have made you unfit to survive within

society. The council has deemed your former punishment of imprisonment insufficient.

 

The new punishment...

 

is Annihilation."

 

Crooked cackles as Kuln states his purpose, sending wall of black energy towards some

fleeing peasants with his tail, his eyes on Kuln'Zil the entire time.

 

"Very well. Let us begin shall we?"

 

The demon hosts rushes forth at this challenge, a furious battle ensues.

Black and purple hued magics whizz through the air, reeking of sulfur, destroying

all those that they make contact with. Horrible creatures emerge from portals around the

city turned battle field, the demon host clashing with Crooked's makeshift infantry as he draws away

from the battle.

 

Noticing this, Kuln'Zil pursues him, pushing him all the way to an already decimated keep.

 

"This is the end for you Kaen."

 

Crooked tilts his head to the side and laughs, the sky crackles with lighting as ash falls around them.

 

"Kaen? My oh my I haven't been called that in a long time...Back when I was but a messenger

imp...Its been quite a while."

 

Crooked drags his claws against the ashy ground and looks at Kuln with malice in his eyes,

"You are nothing to me whelp. You /Will/ perish here."

 

Kuln readies his blade, drawing into a battle stance.

"As will you."

 

They both smirk and clash, an explosion of magic rocks the entire realm soon after...

the ash rains cease and the city grows silent...

[Pinsir99 526]

"Woah."

 

 

 

((Artemis Fowl, Icewind Dale Trilogy, I cannot unsee.))

[Samoblivion 532]

((Is this 'Council' the Daemonic Council of Eight? The Daemons of Balance, who protect the world from Fallen Daemons and void beasts? If so, I'm SO glad to see the old lore being used ^.^))

[Supremacy 3361]

((Not at all)).

[Watyll 1104]

((Did you use my Black Language for Kuln's name? Please say yes.))

[-♣- Ƙindled -♣- 203]

Robert shat his pants.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.