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A colossal stone staircase with twenty foot long steps led down to a white cobblestone street. Hovels and thatched homes adorned these streets and the farmlands could be seen in the far northern distance. To the east, Lomar could vaguely see the crystalline surface of Lake Synera surrounded by petite structures, which he assumed belonged to a trivial fishing village in the Synerian Hold. Lomar looked west, where the towering trees of the Shaden Forest loomed. Their wavering boughs supported by nearly eighty foot tall trunks skimmed against the grey clouds above. The Synerian Hold, in Lomar’s mind, was ravishing.

Lomar’s mind drifted back to the task at hand, observing as Alderionth traveled down the stone staircase and meandered past the cobblestone street onto a patch of green land. Towering over them was one of the fortress’s cornering ramparts, its parapets winking at them from above.

Alderionth’s eyes caught sight of the mangled creature that had fallen from the balcony high above, and quickened his pace to a light jog until he reached his destination. What he saw unsettled his stomach. The creature was sprawled out over the ground, its diamond-shaped eyes of black staring upward at the clouded sky. The bone structure of its shoulders, neck, and spine were contorted from the fall, but its facial features were intact. Its cheekbones were profound, forming its eyes into an imposing glare even though it was no longer alive. Its flesh was colored black, but red lines mixed in with the darkness, morphing the hue in its entirety. Its nose was sharp with its nostrils flared. The black lips were slightly parted, revealing the glistening ivory white fangs behind them.

“Get me a damn priest,” Alderionth said, his eyes blankly staring at the corpse of the fiend. With that, one of the royal guards headed back up the stairs as another individual leapt down from them, appearing at Alderionth’s side nearly instantaneously.

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The man was about five feet and ten inches in height, his frame slim and athletic. His malachite eyes were austere and trimmed with golden eyelashes of admirable length. Grand blonde hair streamed from his head down to mid-shoulder blade, along with a few strands falling down upon his face. His visage was long and handsome compared to the scathed and coarse features of Zem. The man’s apparel consisted of leather leggings and a collared green tunic with short sleeves. A green belt with a golden buckle girded his waist, and pointed black dress shoes adorned his feet.

“I heard some commotion from my room. The guards told me you came down here to come look at a– milord, what the hell is that?” The man, Ryu Chen, said as he stumbled backward at the lifeless creature’s sight. “That’s the thing that killed your father, Alderionth?”

“Yes, t-that’s it. W-What is it? I don’t know. Are t-there more of them? You better p-pray to the gods that there aren’t,” Alderionth replied, blinking once and then turning around to face Ryu, Lomar, and Zem.

Lomar could see the glossiness of Alderionth’s silver eyes. Pink clouds of sorrow had encircled his orbs of vision, and small sniffles echoed from his nostrils. His breathing was inconsistent, and his chest heaved up and down. “I am sorry, milord,” Ryu said, staring wholeheartedly into Alderionth’s puffy eyes, “but doesn’t this mean you are now our king?”

“I don’t w-want to think about that r-right now,* the prince said, shoving Ryu and Lomar out of his way and heading up the staircase to Synera Castle.

“Now you’ve gone and made him mad,” Lomar said, rolling his eyes at Ryu.

“His father was just murdered by some creature – he has every right to be mad,” Ryu countered, ambling past the dwarf and following Alderionth up the stairs.

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“What’s wrong with him?” Lomar asked, looking over at Zem. The giant man just shrugged and the both of them made their way up the stairs. As they were half way up the stairs, the priest came sprinting down the steps with a flask of holy water. When he reached the creature, he began pouring the liquid onto its flesh. He accompanied this with prayers in a foreign language that Lomar did not understand.

The humorous side of the dwarf was beginning to fade, for something was amiss here. Something terrible loomed in the near future and the dwarf could feel it within his very core.

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Lomar washed his face with a damp cloth as he stared into the mirror. His dwarven face was cherubic, yet statured with nobility. He did*’t blink for a long while, his orbs endlessly staring into the reflective crystalline surface of the mirror. He observed as his reflection began to transform. The reflective image’s veins began to bulge and its face began to enlarge. Its flesh began to morph to the hue of black and red. Tusks began to curl outward from its blackening lips and its ears elongated. The eyes of the dwarf’s reflection became all black, and its orange hair sizzled as it was burned away by an unknown force. The final alteration that occurred was the three foot long horns that protruded from the pinnacle of the reflection’s head.

Before him was a demonic fiend that made him tremble. It grinned, its form stretching outward from the mirror, making the glass surface ripple like that of water. Its enormous left hand surged forward, clasping the back of Lomar’s head. The monster approached apathetically… and its chapped lips skimmed against the dwarf’s ear. “Lomar…” The demon grumbled into his eardrum.

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Lomar awoke, shooting upward in his bed. Sweat dripped down his face in torrents and his lungs gasped for air. The evening moonlight crept through the balcony’s glass door, allowing the dwarven prince some vision. Across the room Zem was sound asleep. With that horrid face still lingering in his mind, Lomar laid back onto his pillows and closed his eyes.

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A dark silhouette stumbled through the inky blackness. His pupils were dilated and their darkness breached the walls of the blue iris, making it much smaller compared to the milky white cornea that had conquered the rest of the remaining eye. The man had once been wearing armor, but it was now torn to shreds with blood dripping from the holes in the battle apparel. A gauntleted right hand was held over a large gruesome hole in his stomach and the sanguinary liquid that was so accustomed to wars was streaming from his parted red lips.

The man went through agony that made his entire form go numb. His hands shook violently and one could see the bulging arteries in his throat. Adrenaline coursed through him at unbelievable rates. The broken individual ventured forward, his enlarged eyes catching the sight of the Synera gate. He quickened his pace, but a torturous stab of pain shot through his left leg. He collapsed, his bloodied and unprotected face smashing into the ground. The force of the impact shattered trivial areas of his cheekbones. He could feel it. He groaned, reaching his left hand outward and gripping the grass before him. His frightened body tore the grass from the soil in both anger and loss of hope. In a final attempt to survive, he pressed his vocal chords to unnatural limits; he screamed.

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Torches held by garrison archers atop the walls of Synera grew brighter as they came closer to the parapets of the Synerian wall. The man continued to wail for what seemed like an eternity until he heard the crazed shouts of guardsmen. He heard heavy footfalls from armored boots as the soldiers raced down the granite steps. The gate was nearly thirty yards ahead of him, and he watched as the gates of Synera were thrown ajar and a band of soldiers sprinted out of the city’s entrance and rushed to his side.

As they approached, his antagonized frown remained. “What happened to you, man?” A soldier, who the man assumed to be the leading officer, asked as his men surrounded him and began to help him to his feet. The officer’s men threw the man’s arms over their shoulders and began aiding the man toward the gate.

The question startled the man, and his eyes widened even more. His lips quivered and he painfully tried to look back over his shoulder to no avail.

“Answer my question! What happened to you? It’s okay, you’re safe now**

The officer was cut-off mid-sentence as an arrow fell from the sky, skewering the leader through his throat and spewing gore over his soldiers and the injured man. The officer’s eyes nearly leapt from their sockets as he gasped for breath, but only blood surfaced in his mouth due to his teeth clamping down on his vulnerable tongue. The blood overwhelmed his gums and it wasn’t long before his lips spread apart and it all poured out, painting the green grass below a devilish red. With a final heave, he crashed into the ground.

The soldiers hoisting the man up by his arms turned around, catching a visual of something that inevitably ended their lives. A vast horde of creatures approached at high speeds, their movements being quadrapedal.

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They were red and black-skinned with black spider veins running throughout their thick flesh. Their limbs were elongated heavily, making their monkey-like movements much faster than any feral being known to exist. Maws bearing rows and rows of razor sharp teeth snarled at the soldiers as they jumped through the air, landing atop them and tearing their skin from their bones.

Through the pain within him, the injured man could tell these were his final moments of life as the beast before him tore into his very brawn, seeking his organs and oozing blood. He whimpered like a small child, tears overwhelming his eyes and streaming down his red cheeks. “I… I l-love you, my wife,” the man said through the overwhelming blood in his mouth. He let out one final cry of misery and then the monster reached his heart.

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Screams – horrible screams. Alderionth shot upward in bed, cries of agony bouncing off the walls of his elegant room. Sliding off the silk sheets of his bed, he stumbled to the window. Moving the heavy curtains out of the way, a view came into sight that sent adrenaline throughout his body. The creature that had infiltrated the castle and had murdered his father… it had not been the only one. Hundreds of them climbed the towering ramparts of the outer wall with ease, slaughtering the bowmen and crossbowmen positioned there.

Peasants slowly crept from their homes, their eyes adjusting to the early morning daylight. Soldiers flooded out from the castle, their armored ranks making the figures of the fiends appear as dull silhouettes. It wasn’t long before the citizens of Synera began to wail in terror, waking their families and heading for the castle. The garrison of Synera emptied from the castle, their shields and swords poised for defense as they reached the main cobblestone street of the city.

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The muscles on Alderionth’s face twitched as he looked down. As he turned around, his royal battlemage had already entered the room. “It seems that we have company, milord,” Odama Xarth said. The man was about six feet in height, his snow white hair being combed up with the use of water and comb. His irises were an intriguing purple, altered by the magic that had consumed much of Odama’s life.

His features seemed soft and gentle, if it weren’t for the narrowed eyes that were donned upon his countenance. His cheekbones were placed diagonally upon his face, their bone structures nearly coming into contact with the free lobes of his ears. His chin was long and pronounced, and his lips were pursed. The battlemage’s nose was petite, but large nostrils adorned them. Bulky black and purple armor embellished his frame. The armor was spiked in all regions, making it deadly to all those who wished to engage in melee combat with the conjurer. A scimitar was sheathed within a silver-painted leather scabbard on his left hip. The golden hilt of the weapon glittered in the darkness of the room. The pauldrons of the battlemage’s armor were massive, riding up his neck and protecting his throat from all directions. A sable black cloak hung down to the back of his knees while it wrapped around his chest to keep it in place. The hood hung down upon his shoulder blades at the moment, but it could be pulled up to conceal his eyes. The gauntlets of Odama’s armor donned demonic claws that could be used to scathe a man dangerously.

“A little more than company, Odama…” Alderionth mumbled, staring at his battlemage as a few servants rushed in and began placing the highborn armor of the king upon Alderionth’s physique. It was purple and gold, highlighted by the yellow hue of the sunlight that streamed in through the veranda window. A dark purple cape cascaded down his spine.

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“Well, I came to tell you that I completed the task you assigned to me last week. I went to Calabin. They’re willing to make an alliance, but only if their king’s son, Wingtoro Calabin, can serve in the Synerian guard and personally learn combat tactics and melee mastery from you. Everyone knows of your prestige, my… new king,” Odama explained, smirking with his devilish white lips. War paint was splattered across the battlemage’s face. Purple eye shadow lined his orbs of vision while rare insignias of past civilizations were tattooed over his features in white paint.

“I will allow that, but… can we please get to the task at hand?” Alderionth asked, his eyes narrowing and his voice becoming more forceful.

“Of course, my king,” Odama replied as the servants placed the gold crown adorned with dozens of amethysts upon Alderionth’s cranium. The servants handed Alderionth the six foot long Sword of Synera. Its hilt was crafted into the head of a dragon. The maw of the metallic dragon connected to the steel blade of the weapon. “Let’s go kill whatever the hell’s down there.”

Sprinting across the room, Alderionth hurried out the door in a whirlwind of speed. The corridors were bustling with soldiers heading for the battle below. Flying down several flights of stairs with Odama, Alderionth could feel the wind at his back as he blasted forth from the gates, soldiers surrounding him.

Now on the great steps of the castle, Alderionth watched as demons charged forth, leaping upon his citizens and soldiers alike and clawing them to shreds. “SOLDIERS, TO ARMS! FIGHT FOR YOUR LAST BREATH! DO NOT BE AFRAID OF THESE MONSTERS!” Alderionth roared, fighting his way through his soldiers to reach the front lines.

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The first ranks of soldiers had already been assaulted by demons. Alderionth looked upward, toward the ramparts of the castle, and his war-experienced eyes came upon the many archers stationed there that had been annihilated by the advancing demonic army. A smile crossed his face as he waited for the remaining soldiers to pass him. He felt an individual brush against his left shoulder, and he couldn’t but feel relieved when he caught a glimpse of his advisor’s visage. “What the hell are these things?” Ryu asked, raising his voice to challenge the sounds of battle.

“I don’t know!” Alderionth screamed back, “But I need you to get to the top of the outer wall! I need those archers to send some volleys at these beasts!”

“Will do, my king!” Ryu said, making his way out of the ranks of the Synerian guard. Alderionth watched as his advisor took to the small streets of the city, taking down some demon stragglers on his way.

Now all Ryu needed was time. With that in mind, Alderionth gripped the Sword of Synera in both hands and hurried down the main cobblestone street of Synera. His battle senses came into play as he inched closer and closer toward the charging demons. Some moved on two legs while others moved like animals on all fours. It seemed like time began to slow as Alderionth came into contact with the vast horde. He growled viciously as he swung his claymore sideways, decapitating more than a few of the monstrosities. Black blood blasted through the air from their severed heads, quickly covering the golden armor of the king.

A demon engaged Alderionth from the left, bashing him sideways and attempting to claw through his armor. It did*’t work. The king held the massive sword in one arm, blocking away the demon and straining his bicep and tricep as he did so. With his free left hand, he unsheathed a gilded dagger and plunged it blade-first into the sternum of the abomination.

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Its maw opened wide, black saliva oozing out of its mouth as its eyes began to grow still. Alderionth twisted the dagger inside of the creature and then lifted his booted leg and kicked the beast to the ground. Placing the dagger back in its scabbard, Alderionth stepped forward and sent his claymore into the chest of one of the monsters.

The king glanced sideward and caught a glimpse of Odama battling. The battlemage fired purple fiery blasts from his left hand, lighting demons aflame with relative ease. The fire damaged their forms greatly and when they were weak and unable to continue fighting the battlemage would surge forward, running the creatures through with his heavily decorated scimitar.

As Alderionth ended the life of yet another demon, he looked upward to his ramparts yet again. They stood at thirty feet in the air and he could clearly see the incredibly accurate archery shots of Ryu Chen: his advisor.

Ryu Chen’s message had reached the archers stationed atop the outer wall, and that message had signaled a black cloud of arrows that appeared in the air and drifted downward into the bulk of the vicious horde. The arrows struck down simultaneously, increasing the grunts and shrieks of death from the creatures.

The army of demons lessened quickly, and it wasn’t long before their fiendish eyes enlarged and they fled from Synera in fear. Corpses of men and monsters littered the battleground. Alderionth breathed heavily, sweat dripping from his pores. The soldiers around him were acting in a similar way.

Suddenly, Odama swept past Alderionth, grabbing his forearm as he did so. He pulled him through the throng of soldiers and crazed peasants. They ascended the steps of Castle Synera and entered the grandiose doors.

The pair traveled through the halls and up several flights of stairs until they reached Alderionth’s chambers: the king’s chambers. Odama pushed Alderionth down onto a chair as if he were a servant.

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