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A paladin is walking in the dead fields of the necrorealms, he is brave and confidant, just a few kilometers back he had vanquished 30 ghosts. He sees a sword carved in the earth... a battlefield from ages ago. He walks aware, after a few steps bones rises from the ground, the paladin don't think twice and smash the skeleton with his shield, another rises behind him, he turns with the sword and cuts the skeleton in half. After half hour of battle the paladin killed around 130 skeletons, and is proud of his deed. Then, bones arise from his foot to the horizon. At distance, Sandro laughs in a throne.
"Another fool fell, what a lovely day."
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An Archangel is flying through the green fields thinking: "What evil may I smite today?"
He sees in a road 7 knights in golden armors fighting a couple of vampires. "Perfect!"
He approaches, one knight fell from his mount and one of the vampires sucks his blood. The 6 others surrounds this one and start striking.
The second vampire leaps and decapitates 2 knights in the air, the knights fall back and regroup. The wounded vampire sucks the blood from the heads of the decapitated.
The Archangel approaches further: "An easy kill"
The vampire dodges turning into a bat, he takes his normal form behind the Archangel, but 2 knights impale his body with their spear, the archangel turns and decapitates the vampire.
The archangel raises his hand over the body of the deceased knights. They come back to life. The archangel turns to the other vampire and says:
- You are outnumbered, accept your fate and let me execute your foulness in the honorable way.
The vampires replies:
- Sure, but what about these knights? Don't you see their belts?
The archangel turns to the knights, they have lots of bags in their belts, some of these covered in blood.
- Execute this creature of darkness holy one, the taxes of the denizens have nothing to do with your job.- Shouts a knight.
- What is this...blood?
- Don't you see? They are taking the taxes from the denizens of the realms, but some people are growing poor. So they hide their money.
- They have no right to hide the money, they have to pay the fee for the protection WE offer, it is not our fault if they fight for the money they are STEALING from the realm.
- Yes, the starving people want to keep their money to survive, it is the greatest of the crimes.
- Of course! They are living in our boarders, so they have to pay for the protection and lands we offer, if they want to hide from this obligation they deserve no less than death. Now do your job ho... AIEEEEE!!!
The archangel decapitated the knight in a sudden charge. His eyes glowing in anger. He flies to the next before he has the chance of draw his sword. He dies in the ground.
One of the resurrected charges and impale the archangel wings with his spear, the archangel turns to counter-attack, but the vampire drops him from the mount and start attacking him with his claws in the ground.
The 4 other knights charge to the archangel, with a swift strike to the ground he makes it tremble and erupts, 2 horses are swallowed by the earth with their riders.
The other 2 engage in melee with the archangel, with his unharmed wing he drops one to the ground, the other is pierced by his sword.
The one who fell faces the archangel and shouts:
- TREACHERY! You are going against your holy Dragon-God.
- My holy Dragon-God despises the killing of denizens. What you do is inhuman.
- Ha-ha! You will pay! You'll see! I swea...
The archangel sword pierces his heart, the archangel faces the vampire.
- Now you, accept your punishment. My judgment is holy and...
- No thanks- He turns into a bat- You cant follow me with that wing, but hey, just because I broke my oath this don't mean that what they did was untrue. I had nothing to do with them, we were just walking by the road, but we smelled the blood from the bags from some kilometers. Now let me enjoy my undeath.
- Da*mn vampire! You'll be smited by me someday. But now, I have some to think about...
It was dark at night, the elven general enters in the tavern:
- Give me a shot, the best you have.
- Yes general.
He drinks from the wooden cup, a strong beverage, good for the day that passed.
- Long day general?- Asks someone sitting in his side.
- Oh yeah... 6 losses, and one was young, only 155 years. The raids of the dark elves against us are becoming really annoying.
- How come?
- They attacked with a hydra! Da*mn, those beasts were never supposed to leave the undergrounds...
- Yes, I suppose.
- It is sad, if that treant weren't there... my entire unit would die.
- You not?
- I could probably take my way out.
- Interesting, retreat?
- No, just... if I were losing.
- HA! And you think you can take an hydra?
- Not think, know. Hydras are tricky, but still only monsters... isn't a dragon spawn or anything.
- How would you take it?
- How I took it you mean...
- What? And the treant?
- He just gave cover for my troops, so they could shoot from a safe place.
- Interesting indeed.
- Well, I shoot 3 arrows at one of it's throats... it hissed in anger and attacked me. It already had eaten 4 of my mans in no time.
- Heh. Looks dangerous.
- I climbed it. Took my bow and shoot some more arrows in the middle head. It tried to eat me, but it's back is a hard spot. And my man continued to shoot. One head reached me and I jumped above it and made my sword goes from one side to another, one head down... then it smashed down the tree roots where my man were. 4 of them fell, 2 of those survived...
- So that's how they died huh?
- Yes, I climbed the middle head and put my sword in it's eye. I jumped back as another head tried to catch me. It bited the head I was on. But another head was down where I fell, and bite me in my torso...
He pulls his cloak up and show a big wound under his chest, it was healed, but yet quite damaged.
- The druids did a nice job on you.
- Yes, I suppose. My bow slipped from my hand, I drawed another sword. I put my sword through his throat and took it out from its dead head. Another head down. But the pain was unbearable. The treant comes to my rescue, a head tries to bite him but he smashes the head in the ground. As another head finally falls due the number of arrows in it. 4 heads down.
- Then what?
- The treant bows to take me, but the central head attacks it and take out his arm.
- Did it died?
- No, one arm is no big deal to a treant. But I jumped over the head and made a cut above it's undamaged eye. I was on the head. So the hydra, unsuccessful in trying to take me out as I continued to pierce it's nose with my sword, aimed it's head in a tree and charged at it. It was going to make a head butt in the tree! And I would be between the tree and its head. But the treant grasped it's neck before that.
- The treant was still in combat?
- Not exactly, but could still grab something with his other arm. I used the opportunity to spike it's head one last time with my sword. But it still didn't fell. It shakes it's head and put me off balance. When I fell to the ground it did a final strike trying to smash me with it's head.
- And you survived? I mean, how?
- Barely, I pointed my sword up so it smashed into my sword... and myself. The druids helped me in time, but some bones are still healing.
- That's all I wanted to hear...
The mysterious listener raises his hand above the general's head, and a dagger is filling it. He strike fast with the dagger at the general's heart. The general drops to the ground and everyone gets panicked.
As the tavern keeper and all the customers try to run away, the elven general raise from the ground.
- There is no use to disguise your skin if you get excited by my history when someone dies or a treant gets injured... DARK ELF!
- WHA...! I aimed for your heart, how?
- You mean my arm?
He drops his cloak and show his arm with the dagger trespassing it.
- Poison... you really wanted to be sure.
The dark elf draws a hand crossbow and aims at the general's head.
- I won't miss this time.
He shoots, the general dodges and jumps toward his assassin. Another shoot, the general crouches and roll forward, he draws his sword and places it in the dark elf's heart.
- I didn't miss, you can be sure. When I showed you my wound I took the chance to place my arm at my side to mimic my back and I sat a little further to my left. Too bad you're dying, I could use a messenger to send to your matriarchs that their assassins won't kill me that easy. But I had pity for you, I'm pretty sure they would do much worse to you.
- ...
- What you want to say?
The general approaches his head.
- Bastard! *Cough*...
- You couldn't resist could you? Well, someone call a druidess please, I have some venom to take out of my body.
- HELL IS FUN!!!
The drunken imp yells at the hellish tavern. Some infernal creatures around him gazes him unfriendly. His ripped wings are thrown out the tavern few seconds after.
- What would you like mister? Lava mug? Our fried fire beetles are relatively tasteful today. Or would you like to go to bed for a fee?
The succubus barmaid is trying to get attention of the hooded figure sitting in the corner. She looks closely at him:
- No!!- The hooded figure shouts, his voice is deep and makes continuing echoes. It is also vitreous.- Get away, I don't want anything. I'm waiting someone.
- Ok, ok. I'm just doing my job. But if want me after, GOOD LUCK. (as*shole)
The hooded figure watches the succubus as she leaves. "It is not her fault... control yourself" he thinks to himself. But he knows it is a lie. He can't control himself anymore. He had killed a haven lord! It was going too far, perhaps. "No! You have to know the truth... it is worth knowing."
- OH! And I didn't believed them. But hey, you ARE here.
- You... you are the duke of hell?
- No, ONE of the dukes. By the way, your wing is getting out of the cloak.
- Sorry.- He pulls his wing under.- Now, why should I trust what you are going to say next?
- Well, that's the fact. You can't trust. But hey, we are the only ones you can turn to. How your essence can't die, the lords of the necropolis will have no interest in you.
- I said to your minions I wouldn't join you.
- Yeah, sure. Of course I know that. Now, let me tell you something. You know what it is getting condemned to live in flows of fire and suffering? Along the sulfur, that smells awful.
- Don't get me with that, you like this here.
- Well, maybe. But are you sure? Wasn't that what THEY told you?
- Well. I suppo...
- Exactly. You suppose. Now, let me see. You are interesting of course. You want to know about the human nature?
- It is not that.
- I know, but let me tell you. Humans are no better than we, demons. But at least we openly show our deeds and our motives. Humans just disguise theirs.
- IT IS NOT THE SAME!!!- Everyone in the tavern looks at the hooded figure. He drops his cloak.
- ARCHANGEL! RU...
The archangel strikes the imp emotionless. Then he decapitates the demon behind and jumps at the succubus barmaid. He puts his sword trough her chest. When he looks back the tavern is empty. Except for the duke, he was applauding him.
- Very good! They ran out the tavern of course. Now, what makes you better than us? Don't you know that this succubus was generated here, in hell? She didn't had choice, and thus, she was just a barmaid.
The archangel now leaps at the duke. "He is weak, just 1.6 meters tall. In noble vests. He must be like the humans nobles, can't do a..."
The duke holds his sword in his hand. A shockwave obliterates part of the tavern. The duke take the sword out of the archangel hands and kicks him back to a barely undamaged chair.
- Now. That was rude. I was talking you know? Just because I foreseen you would attack me at that moment it doesn't makes it less rude. Now, listen carefully what I have to say.
- NO!!! It was a mistake, I should never come here. I will let my essence vanquish before...- A bowl of fried fire beetles hit his chest.
- Eat a little as I talk. We don't want less than the humans you know? What the humans want? Power? Gold? Expand their boarders? The problem is that our boarders are already at the whole hell here, we can only expand to your world can't you see? We cannot evolve with what we got. And we will need all the strength we can get...
The archangel suddenly rises from his chair and punches the duke in his cheek. His head bow backwards and there is a cracking sound.
- Now... that I didn't expect.
- WHAT! How can this be?
With his both hands he pushes the archangel back. He takes his head and places it in the usual position.
- That made you feel better?
- No, actually neither when I thought you were dead.
- Good! It means you're beginning to understand us.
- Actually, I think I'm getting tired of death.
- No matters. If you feel bad for now to fight against your former friends, the humans. Let me give that, what about help in a mission of skirmishing? Against the necropolis, you don't mind destroying undeads do you? If you choose to not join, you will have done no harm.
- No, I guess.
- Excellent! Now, one of my imps will give you some information.
- One last thing.
- Yes?
- My sword.
- Oh! Of course. How rude. I'm still holding it in my hands.- He crushes the sword with his hand.
- What are you thinking? It was my weapon.
Smoke is getting out of the duke's hand.
- Yeah, but you know? It is too offensive to use it with my troops. Take this.- He places his hand inside his vest, from it he takes out a dark sword, as big as the archangel former-sword. It is spiked and sharp; the edge of the blade is saw-fashioned. It has some dark red jewels carved in it. The hand guard is fashioned with a five pointed star.
- It looks vicious.
- Perfect isn't? Take it, my gift.
The archangel takes the sword. He looks at it for a second. Then he strikes and places it inside the duke's chest.
- How lovely. That time I foreseen you know? But you'll never be able to hurt me with that weapon. Not that you could without it but...
- Right, now where is your imp?
A imp shows up in the air.
- Here are the instru-
The archangel strikes once the imp. It's body parts fly out to the wall.
- I didn't liked this one anyway. Will you kill the next as well?
- No, just wanted to test the sword.
- What a pity. Can I summon a demon to you do so?
- No, I'm good.
- Ok, I will summon another imp now.
An imp shows up, he hides behind the duke. Due to the lack of trying from the archangel to kills him, he shows himself and says.
- Now, listen to my instructions very closely...
Farmer George wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat.
-that ****ed nightmare again...
He stands up and walks outside to the water barrel and gives himself a good soak.
-ah.... that feels better.
A cold shiver runs down his spine... but its not the water.
-brrr its colder then I thought.
He looks into the water barrel and sees a strange faint green light in the woods behind him.
-What the hell?
He turns around and looks into the woods, the strange green light is growing feinter.
-What on earth is that?
He walks off into the forest with his trusty old pitchfork by his side.
-Whatever it is... it might be the reason for my missing cattle.
As he walks through the woods he suddenly finds himself in a clearing with some grassless dirt ground.
-Looks like somebody has been working the ground in this clearing... Now where's that blasted light..
He looks around but can no longer see the green light anywhere.
A balefull moan suddenly tears through the night air like a razor.
As the peasant looks around he sees a small group of... men? women? but made of green light.. wearing dark metal armor.
The peasant swears loudly and begins to slowly walk backwards away from the appiritions into the clearing.
His right leg gets stuck behind something and he trips.
As he looks up he sees a bloated green hand sticking from the ground grabbing his ankle.
Slowly the gangerous form of a bloated dead man rises from the ground, his eyes filled with unholy green light.
The farmer screams as more dead rise from the dirt in the clearing, among wich corpses of his dead cows.
Oh **** he yells as the undead horrors slowly move in closer to him.
The sun rises and Jeff the stable boy wakes up.
-ah... I slept like a log.
He gets out of bed and puts his clothes on.
-Oy!! old man, wake up!
No awnser.
-Goerge?.. Georgy?
Jeff sighs.
-Gues I'll have to give him a sharp poke.
As he aproaches the bed he notices that its empty.