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Fhalin and his mages approached the band of Torva and his warriors, demons moving aside as they let their General through to deal with the pesky blessed weapons.

***

Far, far away, deep within the forest, eyes gazed down on images displayed in ominously glimmering orbs of magic, playing the fight out before those who watched it.

“It seems your human pet is failing inexplicably hard, Hazeel.” A robed figure laughed.

“Hold your tongue, Zamorak.” a second figure spat.

Ignoring the command, the first figure spoke again, his voice making no attempts to hide the mocking tones that dripped from every word. “How long has he been fighting with these back-water rubes?” Zamorak cooed, delighting in his use of local slangs.

“Wasting our demons, no less!” Zamorak added again, as an afterthought.

Hazeel said nothing.

“I do say our lord is going to be rather di-“ Zamorak kept going on, until he was silenced by a hiss.

“Enough. No more from either of you.” A beastly, devil-like creature with a sleek, serpent-like face stepped up to the scrying orbs, observing them; flapping its bizarre, leathery wings with annoyance.

Zamorak stepped back, silent.

“How many of the demons are bound to the human’s soul?* the creature demanded.
Hazeel was silent for a moment before an empty glare from the creature spurred an answer.

“All of them.”

“Then they are wasted. This is a disappointment, Hazeel.”
Hazeel opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of it, and stood silently.

“Our lord will see to a punishment for this, but first, we must deal with humans.” The creature cast its vision back down into the orbs, observing.

“Zamorak.” It spoke.

Zamorak nodded in recognition.

“I will allow you a chance at where Hazeel has failed. Once the human fails and the demons are lost, I want you to destroy the humans who oppose us.”

Zamorak nodded again, and quietly added, “For the Glory of Zaros, it will be.”

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***

Torva was suddenly ripped off his feet, along with the men beside him, as demon and human alike were tossed away like paper.

Torva landed on his side, his elbow hitting the hard ground, and his ribs hitting his elbow. A web of fire-like pain shot through the side of his chest. He’d broken at least one rib.

Another who landed beside him was not so lucky. Torva forced himself not to look at the soldier next to him whose neck was twisted almost one hundred and eighty degrees the wrong way. Torva shook the pain off and got to his feet. It seemed the mages had decided to come to them.

Standing with an almost regal-like air was a mage cloaked in incredibly impractical wear for a battle field, flanked on either side by four other robed mages, whose simplistic, bare robes clashed heavily in contrast to their leaders’.

Demons bowed away and dispersed back a bit as the mage stood. Torva readied his weapon. This was a leader of some kind.

Beside him, more than half his men rose. The demons were holding off attacking them, but Torva doubted it would be for long. The silence from the rest of the battlefield told him that the men left out of the ‘wedge’ ploy were likely slain by now.

Torva swallowed hard. It was over.

The mage tilted his bizarrely painted face, observing Torva and his men. “I don’t understand.” He said.

Torva and the others remained silent, but dared not make any moves that might invoke their executions at the hands of the demonic army all around them.

The mage sighed and repeated himself. “I truly do not understand.” Shaking his head in a slow rainbow of dark, gross colors.

“It would be so much easier for all of us if you just cooperated. Why, just look at me. I serve the empty God well, and he only rewards me for that.”

Torva spat at the feet of the mage, who regarded the affront with uninterest. “I assume you’re the “leader”?” the mage asked, clearly unimpressed by the sight of
Torva.

Torva said nothing.

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The mage suddenly smiled, the paint on his face stretching sickly across his head. “Good. I want you to die last!”

The mage clapped his hands gingerly once, and the hordes of demons began to enclose around them. So this was it.

Torva charged the mage, but was brushed aside by an invisible force as the mage simply drew his hand across the open air before his face, as if brushing aside an insect. “It’s adorable, in a pathetic way, you know.” The mage mocked.

Behind him Torva could hear the screams and death wails of his men. It was over.
The demons would kill them all, and then set their sights on the villages. They’d spare no one.

Torva let loose a guttural cry and pierced his blade through the air in front of him, the mage reacted with another gesture of hand, but this time whatever magic he casted was cut through by Torva’s blade. Torva sunk the blade deep into the stomach of the mage, who coughed in surprise, blood spewing from his mouth.

Torva wrenched the blade, and then looked to confront the mage, only to find a new man in his spot. Shocked, Torva immediately pulled the blade from out of the dying mage, who fell to the ground, twitching, his blood pooling around him.

“Those blades are quite the nuisance.” The original mage commented, as Torva noticed he had somehow changed places with the mage who now lay dying from the attack.

Torva readied himself again. He fought a hopeless fight, this he knew, but he wouldn’t let himself fall before he killed the man in charge of all their nightmares.
“I know!” Fhalin exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “I just need a little more… resource .”

He said, as he threw his hands in either direction, instantly absorbing powers from the mages around him. The fellow magi tried to run once they noticed what was happening, but at best only got a few steps before what, to Torva’s eyes, appeared to be the life sucked directly from them.

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Fhalin’s hands shone with bright, cackling red energy. “That’ll do, I believe.”

“Their deaths will be in vain.” Torva spat.

“All of ours will.” Fhalin dryly replied. His mouth wrenched into a smile, his yellow, tight teeth exposed in a mad visage.

The mage’s chest heaved heavily, as if out of breath, the sudden surge of magic threatening to rip him apart from the inside out. “I truly do not understand, why you don’t accept what is irrefutable.” Fhalin screamed as Torva began to charge.

“All are guilty and condemned to death by the empty God.”

Torva screamed as he brought his blade down hard, magic catching his throat and stopping his attack.

“For the crime; of life.

Fhalin cackled again as he held his hands before him, squeezing the air like a neck.

Torva coughed and sputtered from the invisible, magical hold. His tongue peppered with the metallic, sour taste of blood as his windpipe was forced closed. Underneath him, he felt his feet leave the ground, as his body became held aloft in the air.

Torva felt strength drain from his body. His arms and legs growing numb, he hadn’t let go of his sword, but now he felt the leather-bound handle grow heavier and heavier in his hand, his hold slowly diminishing.

Around him, the cries of his dying men grew softer and softer, more and more distant. The mad laughing of the mage was all he heard, dimly, as if under water. He wasn’t sure if he was closing his eyes, but either way, darkness took his vision.

Torva saw something. A murky mess of colors and shapes, at first, but soon his vision came into focus.

It was his wife. His home. His wife, her long, beautiful hair blowing gently in wind sat outside the small, but cozy home that Torva had built for them with his own hands.

It was comforting, outside the fact that the house sat in the middle of an empty, black void.

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His wife smiled and waved, as if at Torva himself. Torva wanted to reach out, to touch her soft cheek one last time, but his arms wouldn’t move. His legs wouldn’t walk. She was calling now, her mouth producing silent words. Torva tried to shout out, to respond. But every word he tried to speak, his throat pounded with burning pain.

The image blurred again, went out of focus.

Now, Torva saw the children that would walk with him. They played together, laughing, enjoying themselves in the black void of nothingness. Unaware that their defenders were dying. That their lives were in more danger than they could ever know. Again, Torva wanted to shout to them, warn them. Tell them he was dead. But in place of words came the same burning, choking pain.

The children went out of focus.

Now, it was as if Torva were floating, high in the black, empty sky, looking down at his village. It wasn’t a large village. Sat atop of a large hill, one could walk to the villages borders and gaze down at the sprawling, endless world below. The trees and streams of the forests below. Every day the sun rose from the low horizon, peaking over the land until it rose high into the sky, far above even Torva’s hill-top village.

Torva felt himself in agonizing pain, but still, looking down at his home, his village; he felt comfort. It was a simple village, typical of the primitive age Torva lived in.

Small, squat homes of stone earth and timber takes from the forests. Rough, dirt roads that the village people walked upon, their simplistic leather shoes getting dusty and roughhewn on the dirt paths.

On the far side of the village, a farm sat. A small field of grains that would be ground into flour to make the hard, crunchy breads that Torva enjoyed. Small chickens clucked and paced around their enclosed pin, scratching at the muddy ground.

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The familiar blacksmith building was lit from the inside, yellowish-red glow peaked out from within the wooden bars of the windows, thick smoke twisted and floated carelessly upwards from the stone chimney, the black smoke getting lost and entangled in the black void around the scene.

Torva loved his village. He loved his wife. He loved the children. He loved waking up every day to watch the lazy, yellow sun rise from its sleep. He loved his men that fought loyally with him. He loved his world.

Suddenly, the village was overtaken by fire. Twisted, blood-red fire that greedily hopped from building to building, the hay roofs consumed instantly. People ran to escape the blazes, but were cut down by the sick metal of demonic blades. Torva watched in horror as his home was trampled upon. Watched as people were hacked to pieces.

Watched as a large demon enclosed around his wife, the demon’s barbed pike raised.

“No.' Torva shouted. His cry soft, inaudible.

“No.' he shouted again, the cry louder this time.

“No.' the scene before him shook and rippled, like disturbed water.

“No.' his throat burned.

His eyes opened.

“No!' he shouted, the pressure on his throat subsiding- slightly.
He spat blood. He wasn’t going to die. Not yet. He wasn’t going to let that happen to his village; to any of the villages.

He wasn’t going to lose.

His legs kicked violently, his hand gripped the blade tightly again, his neck tensed tightly as he tried to break whatever hold kept him.

From below, Fhalin’s hands shook, but not from his own actions. What was once a
grip to choke and squeeze turned into one to simply hold on, as Torva’s sudden spur of energy caused the very magical bonds to buckle and shake.

Fhalin grimaced. The last of Torva’s men were lying on the ground, bleeding out. All that was left was this one last worm. He’d even absorbed the energies of his underlings.

02-Apr-2013 13:11:03 - Last edited on 02-Apr-2013 16:44:36 by Ghondor

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This wasn’t supposed to be this hard. He wasn’t supposed to exert this much energy to kill a single person. What was going on? It couldn’t be the blade. For as powerful a weapon as it was, it was more or less useless in a situation like this, against human magic.

And the man himself couldn’t possibly be strong enough to withstand and tear at Fhalin’s magic.

What was giving him this strength? Where was he getting such power??

With a roar that sounded so loud, it was carried to every single demonic ear around him, Torva felt the grip on his neck vanish instantly. He fell some feet to the ground below, catching himself in a tight bundle, his breaths coming out in deep, angry gulps of ragged victory.

“Kill him!” Fhalin shouted, shrilly. “ Kill him !”

Demons instantly obeyed and closed around the breathless Torva.

Torva spat a combination of blood and saliva, before instantly jumping to his feet, blindly hacking at demons around him.

Every demon that approached was cut down instantly. Fhalin stood, watching with surprise and horror as Torva almost thoughtlessly cut through every demon that fell on him. Torva’s drained, aching legs trudged with determination towards Fhalin.
The demons, while greatly outnumbering the lone warrior, found it incredibly difficult to slay a single target amongst the throngs of their brethren. Demon pushed against demon, making it easier for Torva to cut them down as their own amassed ranks worked against them. Fhalin stood, his green eyes wide.

He wanted to run, but his mind burned. The voiceless words of Zaros filled his thoughts.

Do not run.

So Fhalin stood, watching Torva get closer and closer with each step, the demons unable to do anything. His lower lip trembled.

“I said kill him! Kill him!” Fhalin cried. He snarled his nose at the demons around him, who seemed now to back away as scores of dead demons lay, piled over one another around Torva.

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Somewhere in his brain, Fhalin’s thought process clicked. He still had his magic.
Grimacing at his foolishness, Fhalin held his arms out again. He needed no demons to slay his foe.

Only, nothing came. Fhalin’s arms shook slightly as he incanted spell after spell in his mind, but it was as if his incantations were blocked, unable to formulate properly.

He whimpered. It was Zaros.

Torva did not mind the failed attempts to cast spells. Heaving with each step, he drew closer to the mage. Fhalin finally turned to run, but found his own throat cut off and choke, as the strong hand of Torva grabbed hold of the elegant tuft of Fhalin’s robe.

Fhalin almost slid off his feet as Torva pulled the smaller man with great force towards him. Pulling the mage around, Torva’s fist smashed against Fhalin’s face like a brick.

Blood shot, like a small explosion, from out of Fhalin’s nose as the force of the blow sent Fhalin flying to the ground. Before he even knew it, Torva was on top of him, bombarding his tattooed face with punches.

Blood rushed across the multi-colored tattoos, obscuring them under a flowing sheet of dark red. Blood from Torva’s own mouth dripped down as the violent shaking of Torva’s body caused it to fling out with every punch. Fhalin raised a trembling arm in some form of defense, sticking a hand to Torva’s face in an attempt to push the man off of him.

Torva’s mouth and teeth bit down around some sort of piercing on the man’s finger, and with a jerk, ripped it completely out, a soft scream from between punches and the instant withdraw of the hand were the mage’s only response.

He was going to kill this mage. He was going kill him. He was going to rip him to pieces. He was going to- to-…

Torva suddenly stopped, breathless. His eyes wide not with hate or anger, but shocked surprise.

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The mage gurgled and groaned from underneath the blood. An eye was swollen completely shut, the purple bruise of skin showing from underneath the green of one of the tattoos. Most of the blood came from the lips and teeth. The first of which was puffy and split open from the blows, blood seeping freely from them.

Several of the nasty, yellow teeth that were now shiny with blood were knocked completely out of the mage’s mouth, lost underneath the blood and mud around the pair.

Torva let his clenched fist open from around the mage’s collar. Fhalin’s head dropped to the earth. Torva stood, looking at the demons around him. They rose no fingers to aid their master, and instead seemed to look at Torva with a strange kind of greed. It was as if they enjoyed the fury and rage Torva emitted on their broken master.

Torva felt disgusted in himself. He was going to slay the mage, but he wasn’t going to do it in raw hatred. He was better than the demons.

Torva backed away from the mage. “Get up.” He commanded.

The mage groaned and twitched. He wasn’t unconscious, for all the beating he took.
Torva repeated himself. “Get up. Get up and die like a man.”

The mage rose to his hand and knees, blood pouring from his pummeled face.
Torva, losing patience, grabbed Fhalin by his collar again and drug him to his feet. “I said, stand up!”

Fhalin swayed in painful stupor as Torva’s fingers gripped his blade so tightly that the knuckles grew white. “What do you have to say for yourself, trash?* Torva commanded. “Tell me!”

At this, Torva was taken aback in surprise. From under his mask of blood, Fhalin laughed weakly. “What does it matter?” the mage spoke, blood flicking from his mouth with each word.

“Kill me. Kill my army.” Fhalin continued. “No matter what you do, Zaros will come. He’ll come, and then all of your family and friends will be at his mercy.”

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Fhalin let an odd, gurgled laugh escape him. “They will beg and weep for the empty for the Empty God to spare them.” Fhalin smiled again, blood running down his chin.
“And the Empty God will always respond with the same answer.”

Torva grabbed the mage around his collar again, holding the tip of the blade so close to his chest that it pierced skin, a small trickle of blood ran down the mage’s chest.
Fhalin’s grin grew wider.

“He will always respond ‘No.*.* Fhalin laughed again and showered Torva’s face with raindrops of blood. Torva instantly plunged the blade deep into the mage’s chest.
Fhalin’s laughter was cut short as the blade cut through him, but the smile remained.

He slid off Torva’s blade and to the earth, his mouth still bent into a freakish, insane
grin.

Torva figured what would happen next. The mage dead, his inner burst of power faded. The demons would have him, now. He shut his eyes, and apologized silently to those he was leaving behind, defenseless.

But the demons did not come. They did not fall on Torva. They did not cut and tear him apart. They simply stood. Silent, and unmoving.

Torva opened his eyes after a few moments. What was happening? They should be killing him.

Was he already dead?

The demons, at first, began to fade away, one by one. Torva did*’t even notice, at first. But one by one turned into score by score, and soon demons were fading off by the dozens. Torva couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

What was happening?

Within only minutes every single demon- dead, and alive, was gone. The large, empty field that had known only battle for the past seasons was now void of the enemy’s presence. Not even their blood or ashes were left.

Around him, Torva saw the bodies of his men. There were hundreds of them, here and there. Many of them had been there for months, never able to be taken from the field and sent home, where they belonged.

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