Pinxounuhn Oicoisum's Story

The dark realm of Chaus is one ruled by a number of dark dukes, kings and vile overlords. Sitting at the top of this deadly pile of conquest and treachery was the loft height of the rule of The Blood King- High King of all Demonkind and master of Chaus. When the Demon king of a region known as The Blasted Hellscape claimed the title for himself after 4 centuries of constant, unremitting war, death and conflict, he was the first the claim the title successfully in four millennia, and he has been ruling uncontested for nigh on a millennia since, though his peons and underlings have in time been slaughtered or defeated by upstarts and claimants, he was been unmovable. The Blood Kings name is Pinxounuhn Oicoisum, a truly deranged and utterly remorseless creature, even for a Demon.

The Blasted Hellscape was once, long ago before the realm of Chaus was reunited, considered something of a beleaguered backwater, hardly worth noting, though it was of a good sized Demon country it did not have the strengths of arms, magics or minerals that its more powerful neighbors possessed. Things drastically changed once Pinxounuhn Oicoisum, who had been imprisoned half a millenia prior by Dark Angels, returned to lay claim to the country. The Blasted King at the time was a feeble old creature, hardly worth mentioning as a Demon, though it possessed dangerous magics. The two Demons dueled with both magic and strength for a day and a night until Pinxounuhn Oicoisum brutally ended the fight, by suddenly removing the weaker Demons head with his bare hands in a moments pause, he wasted no time in devouring the defeated kings soul and thus absorbing his strengths, growing in turn stronger himself. From there it was almost a straight road as the newly crowned Blasted King began to expand his rule, from kingdom to kingdom. Those that would not submit and become his vassals, were swiftly consumed for their might and added to his. The rest is simply history- one victory after the other until all had fallen or submitted to his rule.

Now, one thousand years on he resides in what is the mightiest of all the Demon kingdoms; where deserts of fire and ash once stood, great onyx and stone fortresses guard its borders. Where once mighty volcanoes spewed their wrath emptily into the sky, now dark mages harness their powers to spawn foul elementals and warp the earthen magics to their masters dark will. The Four Realms themselves would shudder at the feeling of the Demons poising their already tainted world. The crumbling palace of the Blasted King has been remade, reforged and repurposed, not just as the beating heart of the entire realm, but as the first step of a mighty and long planned invasion of the other Realms.

Sat in his dark throne room, on a raised dais, on a skull of iron, of brass and of steel, sat the Blood King himself, mightiest of all Demons, greatest of their duelists and unbeaten in single combat in all of his reign. The dark figure was huge in comparison to the lesser Demons he commanded, even when sat in his lofty throne, as he cast his gaze over their forms in his court. It was almost time to advance, he could feel it. So very very close to opening up rifts to the other Realms and once and for all unleashing the greatest armies ever gathered unto them. The war on Sanctus had been going on for so very long, there was few but he that could remember its origins, now perhaps it was time to end it. But he felt that in his fel heart, that a vengence was owed to the people that had pained him so long ago. As if by the simple act of him remembering, the chains that were fused with his flesh burned brightly once more, the cold silver had never lost its shine and had never stopped to burn him with its vile touch. Slowly he stood, the chains clunking and rattling over themselves as he shifted. The Demon court fell silent with baited breath as they waited for his decree

"Warlocks!" He bellowed. "Go forth, begin the dark rituals! It is time. The realm of Tenebris shall finally burn! The Dark Angels shall finally suffer as I have for two thousand years!" And as the warlocks scurried off to begin the blood sacrifices that would open up the portals between worlds, the Demon court bellowed with joy, for Chaus was finally going to war.

The court of the Blood King was in a frenzy. The kings, dukes and lords than were in attendance were hurrying to send messages to their personal realms to add their own considerable armies to that of Pinxounuhn Oicoisums, who had the right to be sending his own forces through the great Hell-gates first. It was common knowledge that the armies of the Blasted Hellscape were the finest in all of Chaus, for they enjoyed a steady tribute of the best arms and Demons around, being drawn in by the vassals of the Blood King, so it was that when the portals opened, the realm of Tenebris would be facing the forged steel tip of a the great Demon legions, with their overlord at its head.

Pinxounuhn Oicoisum strode purposefully from his throne room, to a balcony that over looked the open courtyard on the east side of the dark palace. In the courtyard stood a huge oval of stone and iron, covered in runes and markings. Before this gateway was a number of robed Demons, alongside hundreds of lesser Demons- these weaker beings were rather painfully having their immortal essences removed by the warlocks and flung into the open space where the portal would soon stand. Behind these warlocks stood rank upon rank of the Demon warriors themselves, they were clad in black iron armour, with sweeping helms, they carried by their sides viscous curved swords and held barbed pikes, affixed to their left arms were long shields that covered the arm from wrist to elbow yet only stretched a few hands in length upwards. On the left and right flanks of the army stood loose ranks of winged Demons, who wore little to no armour, enjoying instead thick and hardy spiked skin. These large brutes held in their grasp evil two handed axes, designed to maim rather than simply kill.

A sense of dark pride came of Pinxounuhn Oicoisum as he looked down at the tens of thousands of Demon soldiers that were gathered, they were his own. His personal legion of death and destruction. He could order them to march into the heart of Sanctus and they would obey. He found the thought of them laying waste to the innocent and the weak all too desirable, the idea of the sheer number of souls to be consumed threatened to overwhelm him until he was interrupted by a small and pitiful looking Demon underling.

"M-my King." The creature bowed low in an attempt to appease him. "I b-beg your forgiveness great one. B-but there are F-fallen Ang-gels in C-chaus itself." The Blood King slowly turned to strike the messenger with a baleful glare. His breathing was ragged and shuddering with rage.

"They dare enter my lands?!" He bellowed with anger. "Continue the ritual! I shall destroy these creatures myself, I shall once more feast on the essence of the fallen!" With a great bellow of hate he sprung into the air, his wings unfolding behind him and he short across the sky.

It did not take him overly long to find the interlopers- they had only just finishing exiting their portals as they closed behind them, they had not even had a chance to cast their invisibility before Pinxounuhn Oicoisum was on them. On seeing the intruders he dropped from the sky, aiming directly at the Fallen Angels. He landed with a sickening impact, crashing at full speed into the unsuspecting Angel. The force of his landing sent a shockwave that knocked over the other Angels. Slowly he stood and cast a hateful gaze across the gathered Angels as they too picked themselves up and drew their blades. "You challenge me? Then you shall be destroyed pitiful little things!" Spinning on his heel, he turned to face the closest of the Angels and using his momentum to increase his vast strength even further, punching the Angel square in the chest, sending it reeling with a sickening crunch. It did not get back up. The next Angel leaped at him from his right, blade raised high above him in an almost amateur fashion. Spinning once more Pinxounuhn Oicoisum reached up just as the Angels arm lowered and caught it mid swing, the shoulder joint popped loudly as it was dislocated in the sudden stop, causing the Angel to scream in agony, which was swiftly silenced with a sharp elbow to the throat. Pinxounuhn Oicoisum was jerked back suddenly to see that one of the wretched creatures had grasped onto the chains fused with his arms and was attempting to hold him down. Bracing against the ground Pinxounuhn Oicoisum jerked his arm back in retaliation and the Angel went flying- straight into his open grasp, which caught it by the neck before being slammed brutally into the earth. He stood back up just in time to notice an Angel sour straight at him, he just about managed to sidestep out of the way in time, reaching up as he moved and grabbing a hold of the black wings above him at the last second. He heaved and brought the flying Angel down, grasping a handhold onto the other wing he pulled. Hard. The Angel screamed a high pitch as his wings first dislocated and then were torn fully from his back in a shower of blood and feathers as the appendages were thrown to ground.

"Fly brothers! Our mission is not yet done here." Came the command from one of the other fallen Angels, which as one took to the sky, scattering into different directions. Pinxounuhn Oicoisum too busy to care, grasping the head of the downed Angel in a titanic grip, he lifted and twisted the pained creature so they were face to face.

"Brutish monster." It managed to spit despite the pain. "You shall never take Tenebris! We shall destroy you in the end." Pinxounuhn Oicoisum laughed darkly in the face of the defiant Angel. "It is you who mistaken on that account, you may bind my body as your kind once did, or else bind my essence in a soul-stone, but only a Demon can truly destroy my essence! That is our dark gift! Oblivion! Bare witness to its glory little creature!" As the Blood King finished speaking- or rather roaring by the end, his mouth opened wide and as the Angel screamed once more, he drew out the very soul from it. The shadowey substance left the mouth of the Angel and transferred over to him. Not only did the poor creature feel an icy death as its immortal essence was dragged out of it by force, the physical effects were immediate, its skin grew long an gaunt over the the bones as it seemed to shrivel and shrink as if the moister was drawn out of it. By the time it was simply dropped onto the ground there was nothing but a withered husk on the ground. With nary a second thought Pinxounuhn Oicoisum took once more into the sky, to return to his palace, hardly caring for the wayward Angels, for he knew the horrific creatures known as Nightmares had been watching the battle from afar, the monsters lived off of fear energy and now knowing the terror created by the Blood King amoungst the Fallen Angels they would follow them to the edges of Chaus if need be, to feed on their fear. Now the hunters had become the hunted by far worse things than simple Demons.

After only a brief flight, he had returned. The Blood King settled into a landing at the heart of his vast army, which erupted into a cheer at his arrival. He cast his vision over the heads of the smaller Demons and smiled in spite of himself, this was an army that had been gathered for a single purpose; Conquest. Unlike the other races of the four realms, Demons were unique, he hadn't been lying to the Fallen Angel when he said they could not slay him. Whatever happened normally to the essences of the other creatures was a mystery to him, however it was known that whilst Demons could absorb and consume the essence of other creatures, theirs was of a more materiel nature, in which if not contained or destroyed by another Demon it would return to Chaus and the Demonic creature would be reformed- there were even legends of extremely powerful Demons reforming in Tenebris or even Sanctus. It was for this very reason how Chaus could launch constant raids and wars against the other realms, for their numbers very rarely did anything other than increase.

It was almost coincidental when out of the corner of his eye, Pinxounuhn Oicoisum saw one of these Demonic essences heading towards him, the dark misty mass kept just above the reach of the Demon horde, which was a wise move considering that any of them could destroy it. It stopped above Pinxounuhn Oicoisum and began to swirl into a ball that got increasingly smaller and smaller until suddenly with a crack the Demon fell out of the sky, having been reformed. It crashed into the ground at Pinxounuhn Oicoisums feet, before slowly struggling into a kneel.

"My King, I am returned from Tenebris, and yours to command once more." The winged Demon kept its head bowed. Pinxounuhn Oicoisum gestured for it to rise, which it promptly did.

""And tell me, Lord-General Ziexoch, was your mission a success?"". The other Demon nodded once. "Yes my King, I have found where the other prisoners were located, and how to enter their dungeons. Have no fear my King, your plan has yet to be even noticed." Pinxounuhn Oicoisum nodded idly, before turning his attention to the gathering ball of essence at the archway of the Hell-gate. "And they bound you in silver chains?" He cast a glance at the Demon generals bare form. "As I suspected." Before the other Demon could voice a question, there was a boom like thunder in a valley and the air light up in purple and red light, as finally the Hell-gate opened, creating an instant portal between Chaus and Tenebris.

Laughing Pinxounuhn Oicoisum reached into the air and bellowed. "Go! Go forth my legions! Bring death and destruction to the Fallen Angels! Bring their vile kingdom to the ground and we shall remake it in our image!" With a vast warcry, the tens of thousands of heavily armed Demons surged forwards, the winged brutes on the flanks taking into the sky to fly into the realm of Tenebris, even as these hordes went forwards, only days or even hours later the lesser hordes would arrive at the Hell-gate, to pour forth. In the end, hundreds of thousands would come, and even then they would bring countless lesser creatures; Elementals, Vampires, Nightmares and other foul things would follow in their wake. With his hand still in the air, a blast of dark magic ran up his arm, collating in his fist before exploding outwards to reveal clasped in his grasp, a mighty war-hammer, that seemed to leek malice and spite. With his new weapon equipped, the Blood King ran alongside his soldiers into the newly formed Hell-gate. The war for Tenebris had started, with full force.

The ancestors examined the new Queen and exchanged looks ”Do not be foolish my young Violet, we will fight by your side but not for your cause…but for Tenebris. One of the kings nodded and replied ”These people have suffered enough, do not repeat the faults of your brother. Call off this war, we have seen your mind…this war is not worth it. This evil within you is a sickness, the fires of Chaus have made you cruel.” Violet bowed her head as tears filled her eyes “You have seen the surface of my mind but you do not know me. My cause is bigger then what you know. Fight with me, fight for me, fight for the people…for the good of Tenebris.”

Violet returned to her palace in a storm only to see her soldiers in a panic. The portal had opened and demons were flowing in on the fields of Tenebris. Violet called upon two of her slaves and they made their way to the armory. She was quickly dressed in a diamond like armor that was protected by several spells. One of the slaves whispered as she tightened the armor “My Lady, I fear for your death, I know the royals can only die by…” tears filled her eyes and she dropped her hands as they began to shake uncontrollably. Violet glanced over at the girl and replied ”Death is a friend to the fallen, why do you think this realm has survived so long my dear. This war will not break us, it is only the beginning of our new world.” Violet grabbed her sword and sheathed it. She tied her long silk like hair into a ponytail and sighed in satisfaction.

”Smile my dear, this war is your friend” she said to the slave and strutted out to the throne room.
”Gentleman, fear not. The Demons have arrived and everything is going according to plan. Let us step out onto the battlefield and meet our foes. Trust in me, as Queen of Tenebris, I promised to rule in good faith, this is not the end of our realm.” The soldiers nodded but silence and fear filled the room for several moments. The Queens knight stepped forth with a grin on his face ”For Tenebris!” he shouted and the men began to cheer.

The gates of the castle opened and the fallen spread their wings and flew in perfect unison. The clouds were black and thunderous storms began to fill the skies. Violet focused on her destination but she struggled as the wind began to pick up in full force. She glanced over at one of her men who seemed worried and flew with a sense of urgency. Suddenly, he was struck by lighting and Violet watched as the soldier spiralled to his death. She shook her head and refocused her attention dodging any bolts and heavy rain.

After a chaotic flight Violet landed on the field with men only by the hundreds standing behind her. A crow flew and sat on her shoulder, she smiled at the kind omen. The skies remind unwelcoming and in full storm, the rain poured in a perfect cliché. Her second in command stepped forward and whispered as the demons approached them ”My lady, they are by the thousands…we will not survive.” Violet glanced over at him and spit in his face ”You think me weak and irrational, get back in line, and learn to trust your Queen” As she spoke the grounds beneath them began to shake, Violet grinned for the trembling was not only from the oncoming enemy. Suddenly she had ten of her ancestors ghostly and armored to her left and the same to her right. The undead began to rise and formed from smoke and ashes as lined up next to the soldiers and behind their former kings. Her army had grown from the hundreds to the tens of thousands. She looked to her sides at her ancestors who braced themselves and sneered at the enemies. ”On my Command!! Violet shouted.


“Don’t try to lie because we will know…”Noel chuckled and tapped his staff on the ground a couple times. He threw it up a couple feet and caught it, before he began to pace around in a circle. He waved the staff at one of the soldiers and the man fell to the ground in a slumber. “Surrounding a wizard is not the best course of action. Surrounding a trickster well that’s just unwise. Magic is a wonderful thing, but regardless of your fallen man I am here on diplomatic business. The name is Noel and I am a faithful servant to the Queen of Tenebris. Where I came from is for me to know and my purpose is my own. Well… He glanced over to Jessa and grinned, ”Aside from my lady of course, who now knows everything. I will come with you peacefully but my intentions are for the King himself. He examined his staff as he spoke and the sapphire eyes of the dragon began to glow. It formed an invisible shield around Noel as precautionary measure. ”Now gentlemen, take me to your King. I have much to converse with him”

The Demon legions had thoroughly been unleashed unto Tenebris. None had been expecting their sudden arrival and so they began to reap a vile harvest, consuming souls and burning the land as they went, winged brutes flying above the rampaging army, providing a scouting force as well as launching from the sky to crush any who would try to flee. This early warning system was what alerted them of the Tenebris Royal Army that was arrayed before them.

One of the winged brutes broke off from the watch to descend to where Pinxounuhn Oicoisums personal bodyguard and command unit was located, currently dispatching a small band of armoured mortal knights, who had attempted to ride through the Demon host, only to be unhorsed near instantly by the dark pikes of the Chaus army. The winged Demon knelt swiftly upon landing
"Your Grace, the Tenebris Army has taken to the field" The Blood King nodded and snapped his fingers at a heavily armoured Demon, who carried a long, curved war-horn. Clutching the instrument up he gave a long mournful note, that echoed over the plains and the forest the majority of the forces were currently located in. Upon hearing the signal, answering horns called back as the forces quickly formed orderly ranks, their particular captains taking their places at the heads of their hundreds of warriors, it was clear that these Demons were not some simple undisciplined band, but a well drilled and well equipped force to be reckoned with. The Blood Kings command unit looked to him expediently for their orders.
"Lord-General Skeumuhma, take four platoons and make for a flanking maneuver on their right, Lord-General Gadonahr, do the same to their left. Keep to the cover of the forest and remain unseen. Go!" The two Demon knights hurried off to take their ten thousand or so Demons on flanking paths, attempting to keep them as hidden as possible, which was aided by the army already being out of sight of the Tenebrisian. "Lord-Major Vepobal, hold the warlocks in reserve here, do not reveal them until the enemy is fully engaged, and then cut off avenues of escape from afar. Lord-Commander Xanoduhm, you are to hold a third of the army in the forests, keep them out of sight as best you can, if I have miscalculated, you are to charge forwards and break their morale, or else cover the retreat of the remainder of our forces, do not advance until you are signaled." The two Demons likewise nodded their assent and hurried to take command of their men. "Lord-General Ziexoch, you are with me. Army of Chaus! Advance." With his command issued, he smartly turned on his heel and stalked through the woods, towards the gathered Tenebris army, the main force of 250,000 Demons, followed shortly behind by the reserve force of roughly 120,000 Demons making their way after him.

Like horrors from a nightmare the Demon legions marched from the forest. To those before them, it would seem as if an endless tide of the invaders was pouring forth from the wood itself. As they cleared the trees and the reserve took up position inside the woods, where Lord-General Xanoduhm was sure that the Tenebris army would have a hard time spotting them, the main force of the army halted on the rain soaked field and as another series of long horn blasts rang out, they swiftly took up a long shield wall, their long shields fitting well in front of their bodies, with their pikes and the pikes of those behind and beside them forming a deadly display of teeth, as the rain dripped off of the spear points and the lips and edges of armour. Looking back Pinxounuhn Oicoisum was pleased to see their well ordered formation had taken place and would force the opposing army to come to them, however there was still something that was required first.

Continuing onwards alone, other than for Lord-General Ziexoch who was coming with him in order to show the ineffectiveness of the queen, even if the others of her army did not know she had slain the Demon general, doubtless the reincarnation would be enough to give her some pause, and sow the seeds of doubt as to her chances of success. The winged Demons halted about halfway between the two forces. Pinxounuhn Oicoisum paused a moment to look up and down the disorderly undead ranks with a sneer of contempt before bellowing out a challenge to them. "Fallen Angels of Tenebris! You are doomed! Even now the remainder of my kingdom prepare to join me in the invasion of your realm. But I offer you an escape from this death, any who delivers to me this kingdom, shall be named its Blood King, second in rank only to me! This decree is issued to any who would save their entire world from the flame. Refuse and all shall be destroyed, as those who fight against me today shall die, and when the fighting is done, we shall consume every last ounce of essence in the realm, knowing that your army is crushed and your people are helpless, doomed by your own false pride."

Violet bit her lower lip as she contemplated the Blood Kings offer. She glanced at her second in command and examined his facial expression, he did not flinch "My lady" he whispered noticing her gaze "We will not betray you, you are our Queen. This war, it's happening because of your brother's faults, not your own. Let us redeem our realm. Return its pride." Violet nodded, her confidence restored. She cleared her throat and replied "Do not fool yourself Blood King. We are indeed a proud realm and we intend to keep it that way. Turn your soldiers, return to your realm peacefully before this gets out of hand. The ghosts that haunt you are not here. Your past should not have to paid with the blood of my soldiers. We will not cower however if it is war you seek. Tenebris has no shame in turning your men into ashes, their remains will bring life to our soil and their ghosts will wander our land for eternity, becoming the undead citizens of our realm"

She could feel her men listening closely, hanging on every word. Violet bowed her head as she finished speaking and awaited the Blood Kings reply. The adrenaline of war within her was dying down, she had a large army but she did not want to bring more death to her realm. Her second in command was right, the faults of her brother haunt this land, no matter, she had to avenge her people and bring justice to them.

The dark army held their positions patiently as they awaited for a reply, but one of the soldiers was foolish. From one of the high towers an arrow was fired, it pierced the heart of one of the enemies and he erupted into ashes. Violet's mouth fell open slightly, she could feel fury filling her bones. She glanced up at the tower and shifted her eyes searching for the idiot who shot the arrow, he had vanished into the shadows.

Violet refocused her attention to her enemies, she licked her lips unsure what to say. She could tell they were furious and she felt the anxiety of her army. Violet took a step forward, bowed her head and closed her eyes. Electricity began to spark from her hands, her army got into position. Her head snapped up, her eyes were onyx, she lifted her left arm to the skies and clouds began to obey her command. The storm began to rise in the fallen's favor, lightning formed. She grinned slightly and dropped her arm towards the demon army, striking a few dozen of them with her lightning. The was the command, the signal, the army charged forward.


Noel began to chuckle at the guards command "Ooh relax my good man, I come in peace after all. As I mentioned my business here is for your kings ears and your king's ears alone. I will come in peace as you demand but do not threaten me. Threatening a wizard is a death wish, we are not as patient as the stories say. "Noel rolled his eyes at the soldiers and then nodded"Lets go now, take me to your king, I will come peacefully."

Noel had an overwhelming sense of deja vu the moment he spoke. He glanced around and felt like this was all too familiar. He had this feeling often, considering he's lived multiple lives, at least that's what they say. The expression on the soldiers face worried Noel but he decided to think nothing of it.

The men escorted him inside the castle, Noel felt odd the moment he entered. He examined his hands and noticed something strange, it was as if his powers were no more. He glanced around at the soldiers, he felt trapped and uncomfortable but did everything in his power to remain composed. When they arrived to the throne room Noel leaned on his staff in a cocky manner, but he was nervous. He could feel the power of his staff weakened greatly, he shook his head and sighed impatiently.

The Blood King stood and listened to the queens speech, such defiance for one so young, and yet she was so willing to throw all away in the name of pride? Could this truly be the descendant of the one who first imprisoned him? Or perhaps the Fallen Angels have grown weak indeed since he last entered their realm. Whilst some would be laughing at the queens defiant speech, Pinxounuhn Oicoisum simply fixed eyes with her from across the distance and gave a simple reply.

"I do not intend to make you cower. I intend to burn every single one of you, every man, every woman, every child shall perish in the fires of Chaus! And once we have slain every living thing we shall destroy the very land itself. Remember this, any one of your people can deliver their entire world from doom by kneeling at my feet and I shall spare what remains." With his decree ended and the parley finished the two Demons turned and began to stride back towards the Demon lines, when the Blood Kings attention was drawn by an arrow soaring high above him, and landing straight and true into one of his own Demons. He slowly turned back to gaze up at the tower, his eyes bleeding such pure rage that it could be felt even at a distance. Slowly a great roar built up in his throat, a bellow of such pain, anguish and incredible rage that to all present it would be as spikes of ice, slowly speared into ones spine. As the mighty roar reached its crescendo, his raised his mighty war hammer to point at the distant tower, and swiftly the infused chains began to shine bright like morning stars, as a stream of purple energy coalesced around the head of the war hammer, building and building before with a crack of doom the energy unleashed forth in a deadly beam, that connected with the top half of the structure. The Angels within too screamed in purest agony as their flesh melted and warped and their bones were atomised as the tower was vaporised in a vicious void blast.

With a further shout of anger and the head of his hammer unleashed evil dark smoke he turned once more back to his own lines, as the Tenebrisian army began to commit themselves to the battle, the lightning striking around Pinxounuhn Oicoisum as he made his way to the central point of his own army, where he could command the best. A quick analytical glance over the undead forces showed that they were unruly, coming forth as one massive horde, rather than an organised mass. A grim smile come over him then, for it was simple strategy to avoid charging straight at a shield wall, but for them to come as a loose group, rather than a wedge, their strength of numbers would do nothing to aid them, if the Demons had been likewise separated then it would be a different story, but against a well prepared front? The undead were about to find out their folly.

"Brace!" Came the command. The long front rank shifted, so that their shields were rested on their hips and their body was supported by the shields of those behind them, and the same behind them, so that the charge would not push them back. The pikes of the first, second and third ranks extended out further, awaiting to admit the charging undead. They did not have to wait long.

As the undead rather swiftly, infantry simply charging straight at a well set up pike shield wall, was doomed to suffer enormous casualties, especially if their formation had no actual mass to it. As the first of the undead reached the wall of steel, they were instantly destroyed, this trend only grew in number as more and more of them arrived- crashing like waves upon rocks. Hundreds fell in that initial charge, maybe even thousands before they had nearly enough mass in their ranks to push past the pikes and close ranks with the Demons themselves, even that was fraught with danger as their had to push past not one, but three individual pikes being thrust at them.

"They are fully engaged My Liege." informed Ziexoch. Pinxounuhn Oicoisum nodded to show he had seen it too.
"Inform Vepobal. Have the warlocks seal them here." Ziexoch turned to the hornblower, who was tasked with relaying the Blood Kings orders and gave the three warbling horn blasts that was the signal for the warlocks to act. Demons warlocks are dedicated masters of the magical schools of fire and earth, so it was that their primary role in this battle was to tap into the earth of Tenebris, which after some resistance fell to the Demons influence, as one they reached out their minds to the distant battle and reached further still until they had passed by the clashing forces and as one, they tore the ground open. The earth cracked and warped like a bleeding scab as the rocks jutted up at awkward angles and gouts of flame shot forth, the rain hissing into steam at its presence, the effect was a long line that mirrored the Demons own lines and prevented a direct retreat for the Tenebrisian land units. Pinxounuhn Oicoisum hoped that it would terrify the mortal combatants that they faced.

The best part of being the defenders in a shield wall meant that the enemy simply had no choice other than to try and grind their own forces against the wall in the vague hope that they could break through. As such it was a further five minutes of pure destruction before the undead began to have even the slightest effect on the Demons, but once a shield wall broke it would utter chaos on the Demons side as they tried to compensate for the breaches, instead there was a tried and time honoured method to prevent this. Spotting the moment when the advantage was beginning to turn back to the forces of Tenebris Pinxounuhn Oicoisum gave another command. "Down pikes! Charge!"

With a great wordless bellow, the Demons let go of their pikes, as they would be a huge hindrance in the close quarter environments and would be easy to reacquire after the fighting had finished. Drawing their scimitars from their scabbards, the battered front ranks gave a massed push with their dented shields to give what room could be gained, before they made a short charging jump at the undead. Though they did not have the momentum of the undeads opening charge, the shield bash had knocked most of the undead off balance and at least pushed the remainder back a few steps, it was unsurprising then that the Demons claimed a vicious tally on their foes. The downside of the wall breaking ranks was that their cohesion would begin to swiftly bleed, the battlefield would rapidly turn into thousands of duels between lone combatants and individual groups as they moved across the field clashing with any enemy forces they came across. There was one last ploy the Demons could call before the battle became too disorganised to control from the outside, the warlocks of would have to remain as a reserve force in order to combat any enemy spell casters that made themselves known.

"Signal the flanking forces, I shall destroy that petulant queen myself." The Blood King growled to his subordinates, before rushing forward into the battle himself, his sheer mass making him a looming monster above his own men, where he went destruction swiftly followed and the passing of his war hammer was the instant tolling of the bell of doom to any who tried to appose him. As he charged forth to rack a bloody havoc he heard the two shrill blasts behind him that was the signal for the hidden forces to advance. 10,000 fresh and ready Demons suddenly bursting out of their hiding places in the forests, enveloping the Tenebris army from their open flanks, their Lord-Generals leading the charge that cut viciously into the sides of the undead army, but worse than that, with the way back all but cut off and the sides now blocked by the arrival of the flanking forces, the attacking undead would have to either cut their way out if they needed to flee, or else they would be utterly destroyed.

Violet held her position as her army charged forth. The undead were chaotic fighters whose strategy appeared to be frenzied. As the undead army quickly fell at the pikes of the demons it would seem the beasts thought them foolish. Their attacks quickly became scattered and the undead were now fighting their enemies in close one on one combat. Violet watched from afar as she awaited the demons next move.

Smiling devilishly as the demons emerged from their hiding places beyond the trees Violet bowed her head momentarily. The bodies of the fallen undead from the beginning of the battle erupted into ashes. Their remains trickled beneath the feet of their brothers and the enemies fighting them. There was a slight breeze in the air as the ashes moved along the battle field.

Moments later the ashes of the fallen reached the new arrivals. The ashes swirled a few feet above ground and transformed the hundreds back into their original hosts. The men summoned their enchanted swords and began battling the demons that had emerged from the forests. With every stroke, every hit of their swords the enemy would grow weaker. Those that were finally brought to their life’s end fell to the soil and erupted into ashes.

Dark Angels from above flew onto the scene. These were veterans that had refused to go to war but thought differently of it when they heard rumor of the power of their enemy. The angels steadied above the demons and fired arrows at the beasts. The arrows were of course enchanted with a dark poison that would slow any enemy and eventually bring them death.

Violet continued watching from afar. She was proud of her men as they fought the rivals bravely. Just then a crow, the one from before, landed on her shoulder. It squawked a few times, Violet giggled in amusement. ”My dear friend, we have not won. You are a kind omen but my people need more then you as a sign of luck.” Just as she spoke the blood moon was rising in the sky as the clouds of the storm dissipated. The undead cheered at its arrival for it is said that if a blood moon arises within ones kingdom it grants them luck and is a general sign for a finally in the favor of the kingdom.

Hundreds of men retreated their attacks and ran back to where their Queen stood. They surrounded her and summoned their shields creating a circular barrier around their ruler.

One of the undead ancestors that stood next to Violet smiled ”My dear Queen, it would seem the Gods are working in your favor today.” The ancestor took a step forward, ghostly and worn he wore silver armor bearing the families coat of arms. His black cape blew with the wind, he wore a crown with seven onyx gems in it and leaned against a staff with an owl for a head. The ancestor tapped his staff on the ground thrice and the battlefield began to vibrate.

It would seem the fights among men halted for a moment as they were taken back by this sudden vibration. The man began to hum and as he did so, the louder he hummed the more the ground beneath their feet began to crack. The cracks grew wider and deeper. Smoke began to seep out of them, it was thick and began covering sight.

Violet pushed aside her guarding warriors, knelt to the ground and peered inside one of the cracks that began dividing the battle field in half. She could see nothing, it was dark and the air from within was cold and quite unwelcoming. She got back to her feet and returned to her position, the men reconstructing their barrier of shields. Violet placed a hand on her ancestors shoulder ”My former king, what are you doing? What are you summoning?” The man simply smiled and continued to hum.

On the battlefield the undead beheaded their enemies but their fight was not easy. The demons strong in their ways the undead found themselves struggling. The battlefield began to bare more dead bodies, but the numbers seemed stay steady in the favor of the demons. The undead began to panic, they knew they would have to call a truce, to retreat, to admit defeat…anything.
But finally a loud screech roared from within the dark cracks. Violet stumbled back a few steps, this was something she had never witnessed, only heard tales of.

Undead dragons made of bone and little flesh emerged from the broken ground. There were four of them furious and hungry, their eternal slumber had been disturbed, and they were not pleased. The dragons circled above ground several times. One who would appear to be the leader slammed to the ground in front of a group of demons. He huffed at them, taking a step forward with each huff. The dragon was mocking the enemies, he teased them with anger in his eyes striking fear within their hearts. The dragon took a large breath and blew toxic smoke into the faces of the enemies causing several hundreds to fall to their deaths and erupt into ashes.

Violet’s jaw was nearly to the ground, in this moment, she felt foolish and young. Her ancestor was a brave and powerful soul, Violet felt like a child next to him, but felt honored to be in his presence. Her moment of awe was quickly disrupted. The Blood King was furious and not amused of the undead ways. Violet glanced over at the ancestor as if seeking guidance, he simply smiled at her and said ”Remember my child, this is your war.” A gust of wind blew and the ancestor was blown with it returning to ashes, returning to his eternal slumber.

Violet waved her left hand and created a magically barrier between the barricade of her warriors and the enemies charging towards them. Two of the dragons landed behind the Queen bracing themselves for the attack. Violet’s eyes turned onyx as a cloud of smoke form from beneath her feet, she created a toxic mass around herself, she was not afraid.

OOC: I am so sorry for the delay! This week of school has been so crazy I haven't had time for anything :(. Hopefully my post is okay

Battle was a savage vicious thing. All around the din of blade on shield, the screams of the wounded and dying, the warcry of the defiant filled the senses of any who heard. It was the battle din that consumed the soul, created monsters of once pure men and turned tyrants into defiant heroes standing to the last. It was a primal thing, it would fill and erode a mans very being until there was nothing left except the drive for further battle, a cold slate of granite that lived only to fight in a war that first began its steps along the dark and lonely path of the warrior. The path of the Demon.

Other creatures thought the Demons lived for war, that they were driven for its call. The sad fact of the matter was they simply could not resist its pull, they were the creatures of destruction even as they attempted to build themselves up. Fate had rolled a dice long ago and tied this endless fate to the immortal Demonkin. For two thousand years the Blood King had been preparing to launch his grand crusade on the other realms. For two thousands years his army had grown, grown vast and strong. They answered to only two things now; their sovereign lord, and the deep set sirens call of the battle din. Could any be surprised that they thrived in such a field? With wrath and iron determination they fell upon their undead foes, shattering bones and bending swords. Snapping spears and shattering shields they cleaved a vicious, yet hard fought path through the enemy ranks. The two armies were more or less on equal footing as far as numbers were concerned, yet the Demons held the advantage of better equipment and centuries of battle hardened training.

Chaus too had been a hard won stuggle. Countless millions of Demons fought and slayed and where slain on the infernal plains, like great boulders crashing together, wearing away until only the greatest could remain. The victors of those savage wars of unification now battled their way across the gloomy fields of Tenebris. Their fought in savage groups or wild bands, fighting desperate hold outs just meters away from their brethren or led small charges inside the battle itself. No longer were there clear lines of battle, it had become one vicious swarming, shifting organism of dust and ash.

Where the fighting was at its thickest, there the form of Pinxounuhn Oicoisum was found. Like some war-god out of legend he strode, no blade be they Angelic or undead could touch him, such was his devotion to the call of war. Like the blacksmith at work in his forge, his mighty black hammer struck out time and time again, forging ever more steps in his legend. The undead that made into his path were swiftly turned to cracked and splintered bone, trampled into the dirt underneath armoured feet. Time and time again he sallied forth from conflict to conflict, bringing death to over confident foes, or else rescuing his warriors from their destruction. An arrow snatched him from his trance of war, it passed swiftly over his head- no doubt intended for himself, and drew his attention to the skies. A number of Fallen Angels had taken flight and were raining shot after shot into the battle bellow. He had not been the only one to notice the turn of event however. From within the Demon ranks, the winged brutes took to the air en mass, launching forth like arrows themselves and driving towards the flying Angels, diverting their attention as the two aerial forces clashed in a dogfight above the ground battle.

Pinxounuhn Oicoisum returned his attention to the battle, in time to catch the blade of a ghostly Fallen Angel on the haft of his hammer. The two figures detached themselves from each other and took a moment to size the other up, Pinxounuhn Oicoisum couldn't help but note that the phantom was dressed like some kind of over extravagant king. By some unseen consent to resume, Pinxounuhn Oicoisum took the first swing, stepping forwards, swinging his hammer in a wide arc over his head. The phantom king jumped back to avoid the deadly head, before darting in at an attempt to stab the far taller Demon. The blow was quickly knocked aside by the hammers pommel before it could land on its mark. The phantom spun and once more, blade and haft connected, though this time the Blood King pushed the phantom back, causing it to stumble, and quickly followed up with a swift series of swings, that drove it back step by step. Until suddenly the phantom made a break to dart through the hammers path the second it had cleared. The ghastly blade made to lop off the Blood Kings head and in an act of desperation he reached up from his hammer to try and stop it, though he knew it would be futile.

And made contact with the phantoms arm. Instantly the bound chains began the dreaded shining burn that only occurred in the presence of strong magic. Or strong souls. And he realised.

The phantom was not some construct of magic, a force to captain the undead. It was an undead. This creature that led the undead was some form of puppeteer, guiding the skeletal warriors- or at least a portion of them- which explained why he could feel no draw of essence from them, for they were being controlled and directed by these phantom kings. He realised with a savage grin, that the Tenebrisian army had one fatal flaw, a chink he could now utalise to devastating effect and judging by the dawning fear on the expression of the squirming phantom, it too had just realised what was about to happen.

Drawing on the inborn power to devour essence, Pinxounuhn Oicoisum reached out to the phantom. His jaw unhinged and his eyes seemed as dark and endless as the void as the phantom shifted and warped, the features of its face melting like wax as it was drawn inexorably into the maw of destruction and was snuffed out of the four realms. Almost instantly undead around them began to drop, the strings that connected them to their master has been severed with its destruction and presumably the other phantoms were unable to reanimate these fallen dead, perhaps they could only serve in death the only king that they once served in life. A vicious cheer went up across the field as the tens of thousands of bound undead suddenly dropped, turning into little more than piles of dilapidated bones. He realised now how the undead could be loosing heart in some and be utterly defiant in others, the phantoms that maintained them were beginning to lose heart with the battle, their morale was starting to fail, and they would only need to strike a few more decisive blows to win the day.

Before he could make his way to the next skirmish however, he was interrupted as a great tremor echoed through the earth, silencing the battle for a few moments, until it struck once more. Of all the tricks the Fallen Angels could of pulled this was one he had been unexpecting. Drawn from the ground itself was four mighty skeletal dragons, evidently bound as the undead soldiers were. They dramatically made their appearance known by raking through the skies. Two of them landed at where a cluster of Fallen Angels had gathered and he realised must be the nexus of their army. Before he could make his way there however, the remaining two dragons landed. The smaller one landed some distance away and was about to advance on the gathered Demons. But it was once more that the warlocks made their presence known, they had been watching and waiting for any signs of hostile magic and when the dragons had torn through the earth it had been like a bell in a cavern, warning them of their arrival- they were still linked with the earth of Tenebris and though they could not stop them being released they were well prepared to destroy the first of the landed creatures.

Before it could take another step, the earth around the undead dragon began to warp and bubble as the warlocks as one detected its presence. They reached out once more and began to shape their anger into the very ground, the effect was sudden and deadly. Thousands, of clawing, grasping hands crafted of rock reached up, pulling and crawling over each other in their eager to reach their prey, to eviscerate it. They began by pulling at its legs, their sheer numbers breaking the bones, causing them to splinter and crack under their weight and as they drove their fingers into the fractures, the bones began to sequel ever higher and higher in pitch. The dragon itself was swiftly brought down, as the joints in its ankles were destroyed by the combined efforts of thousands of pushing and squirming rock fingers and as soon as the desperate mass of the dragon fell to the ground, the grasping hands swarmed pulling it apart in every direction until noting remained but a scattering of broken and shattered dragonbones.

The larger dragon however could not be stopped in time, the spell the warlocks had performed required their total concentration for its duration and it was indeed time consuming to destroy a dragon with rock alone. Before any could react, the dragon had unleashed a destructive mist upon those stood before it, consuming them and casting their souls back to Chaus at the cost of their bodies. The rage of the Blood King permeated his skin, the blood red cracks in his skin bled malice and hate into the world at the creature that dared to destroy his Demons. His subjects. And so with a mighty warcry he charged the beast.

He had not expect the dragon to be swift. Hearing his cry it jumped around, connecting him in the chest with a vicious blow from its tail, that sent the Blood King reeling across the open field between the two combatants. He rolled to a stop and quickly jumped up to charge once more, but this time the dragon had pounced, knocking him under it and half crushing his chest under its weight. The dragon stopped but the momentum carried him slightly onwards, he sprung up quicker this time, in time to see the dragon preparing to loose its dread mist once more. Hefting his war hammer in both hands he swung hard, connecting to the dragons jaw with a sickening crunch that knocked the head sidelong and projected the blast into the air, were it diffused harmlessly. But the dragon was not yet done. Its head snapped out and clamped down on the haft of the hammer, before thrashing about to attempt to dislodge the Demon that held on with all his might, before he went sailing through the air as the dragon released its grip. Once more he crashed down, rolling as he landed so he on his feet as the dragon lept into the air after him. He was ready this time though, ducking and spinning at the last moment of the dragons leap, he reached out with his hammer and just about managed to hook the edge of his hammer head under the jaw of the dragon. Puling down hard as it passed overhead he dragged the dragon down into the dirt. It crashed down with a mighty boom and a crack that was the result of a dent in its thick forehead. The dragon recovered quickly though, lashing out with a forepaw that clipped Pinxounuhn Oicoisums shoulder and sent him skidding across the ground, into the path of the oncoming dragons tail. This time however, the tail crashed with the mighty Demons warhammer, and the unnatural metal surface was made of a far harder substance than unprotected dragonbone. As the two connected with a crash the dragonbone scattered into the air, yet the force was enough to spin him back around on his heel, in time to see the dragons maw snapping at him. Acting on instinct he lept into the air, pulling his legs in as the dragons head passed under him, he lashed out and managed to connect with the thin spinal bone located just behind the base of the skull and with a final crack, it shattered under his deadly blow.

The two parts of body separated in flight, the dragons head carried along its path even as the dark light blinked out in its eyes, whilst the body itself followed the path set by the warhammers touch, leaving Pinxounuhn Oicoisum with a safe landing. Whilst the Demons cheered the destruction of the dragon, and almost certainly it could of only been the next peg in their victory, Pinxounuhn Oicoisum could find no cheer in him. The battle rage was on him, the urge, the lust to destroy was heavy in his essence, nothing could stop it, nothing could stop him! The only challenge on the field now cowered behind her protective barrier. The anger drew his steps towards the shield. The black haze that covered his vision, the gentle shroud that covered his body from its own senses masked his charge, he did not even notice that he had lept into the air, barely registered that his jump had cast him over the heads of the Demons who had been gathering at the shield, expecting the bloodshed waiting within. He did not even know how many hundreds he had soared over the heads of. All he was aware of, was the rage, was the the roar that escape his lips like the mighty volcanoes of Chaus were venting their eternal wrath through him. He was the conduit, the avatar of destruction. He felt his hammer grasped above him, felt it descend as he reached the shield, like a red thunderbolt he crashed into the side of the shield, the hammer crashing into the wall with a boom of such ferocity it was as the death toll of nations. Landing on the ground, he was barely aware of the spiderweb and broken lines that he had caused in the magical barrier. In a single blow he had all but shattered it wide open, and seeing the queen within, his lungs filled once more and he unleashed his savage warcry at the cracked shield, behind him the Demons echoed him. The sound multiplying as every Demon lent their voice to the call, until it grew above all things, blocking out thought or sound or reason. It was this that the remaining hundred and a quarter thousand Demons took as their cue to enter the fray. And so they too launched forth from the forests. Unblooded and rested, eager for the kill their charge destroyed numberless undead as they arrived on the field of battle too, now the undead no longer too had the advantage of number on their side. The end was all but complete.

It had been long since the undead warriors of Tenebris had admitted defeat. For over two thousand years the kingdom stood strong and the offspring stronger. It seemed as though today would not be a day of victory for the demons of Chaus had learned new tricks and found ways to defeat their kind.

Fear struck the Queen’s heart as one of her phantom ancestors fell into his eternal slumber bringing along with him thousands of his former followers. It was as if the war before her kept panning out and the scenes acted in slow motion.

She hoped for a quick victory when the Blood King fell numerous times at the feet of one of the dragon lords. But defeat, came quick for her undead dragon.

Violet could feel the adrenaline of the demons and warlocks pulsing through her veins. She could sense that the end was fast approaching.

Her warriors did not let their diminishing numbers phase them. Although their worry was clear in their faces and in the way they maneuvered, they fought with all their hearts. Arrows shot from the skies above, swords slashing through their enemies and through them, the remaining dragons took flight casting their deadly mist upon the demon warriors.

The Blood King broke suddenly through the Queens barrier with the demons behind fast approaching, she steadied her sword which was composed of black mass, enchanted with the rarest fallen poisons and made from the metals of a thousand battles. The demons spared no time, rushing forth for the Queen she slaughtered them with ease.

The toxic smoke from below her feet grew strong with every death making it even more fatal for all those who approached it.
Just as the Blood King approached her she lost sight of reality. She was suddenly forced into a grey memory of which she was a young girl standing next to her former king brother. Within the memory she could feel her curiosity of the beast who he sat behind bars, he was growing infuriated with every taunt the foolish king tossed at him. Young Violet tugged on her brother’s robe, he smirked and looked down at his little sister.

Holding a small bear with vampire’s fangs and angelic black wings the innocent young girl had fear in her eyes. “Brother, why do you torture such a beast? Have you no compassion. He is hurt. This will not bring you peace.” The foolish king erupted with laughter which echoed through the dungeons. The demons within their cells approached their bars to take a peek at the scene. Violet could feel her heart pulsing quickly, she did not want to be here anymore. ”Why do you laugh? Why are they all here…come on brother, set them free and let’s go please” The king bent a knee in front of his little sister, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said in an advisory tone “If you ever become the ruler of this kingdom my dear sister, you will learn that justification is not needed. An enemy is an enemy. The Fallen have been in power for long, this is just a reminder to all the realms.” Violet’s brother got to his feet and he faced the Blood King “Are you trying to break free of your chains monster? Please don’t be foolish.” With a wave of his hand he cast a dark spell upon the chains in which infused the cuffs to the Blood Kings wrists.

The former king grinned and turned on his heel “Come Violet, it is nearly dinner time” he commanded. Violet stared at the Blood King for a moment, she frowned feeling helpless and then hurried behind her brother as they made their way out of the dungeon.

Flashing a few years forward, Violet was now a young woman. She sat outside on her balcony watching her kingdom celebrate in a new victory. She did not bother joining in the festivities for war was not something to be celebrated. “My Lady.” Violet glanced at the entry way where the famous wizard Noel arrived with a bow. Violet quickly got to her feet and curtsied “My old friend, it’s been long since you left on your travels. Are you well? Have you found anything yet?” Noel took a step forward and took the hands of the princess. He locked eyes with her and pierced his lips, unsure where to begin. “I have discovered much on my journey my lady” his voice was shaky, something was odd about the wizard.

Violet took a step back pulling her hands away from his. “What is it? The color in your eyes has turned grey, your voice shakes in a way that is unpleasant. You hold my hands and yet feeling is lost from your embrace.” Noel sighed uncomfortably, he walked over to the railing of the balcony and looked out onto the kingdom. “I have served your family for many lives and I have even fallen in love with you in my recent existence. But I have seen the future of this kingdom and it is cold. The timeline has changed. I have travelled into the distant future where you are the ruler. Your coronation is near but it is not as you had imagined. The omen that sits upon your shoulder at nightfall brings you songs of greatness, whispering victories in your ears. You shall be victor my dear but victory makes you cold and greedy. It turns you into a Queen that this kingdom shall fear and it’s all because this curse.”

Violet listened to the wizard’s words but she grew evermore confused with every phrase. “Curse? What curse may that be? For Tenebris is the ruler of curses, we cast them upon others but we are immune to those cast upon us” Noel bowed his head and closed his eyes momentarily. He turned to face the Queen once more and frowned “Your brother’s host grows weak and yet his spirit remains strong. We are immune to curses as long as we are in our realm. But during my travels to another kingdom, a curse has been cast upon me. The king is powerful, I don’t know where he came across such a portal but he found me in Aqua where I studied the alchemy of the mermaids. I was pleased to see him, I did not think of it, I thought he arrived just to see what I had learned, but with a flick of wrist he cursed me, the worse curse for a man in love.” Violet shook her head in disbelief “What do you speak of? What curse? If what you say is true, he is of my blood I can lift it”

There was a sudden intrusion, the former king walked onto the balcony. He was weary and frail. He looked over at Noel and whispered “Do as I had commanded you.” The old king held a small vial in his hand, Violet stared at it in disbelief “Brother you are holding a poison, a toxic substance of my making. It will remove your spirit from your host and you will fall into the unknown.” The king scoffed at Violet’s remark “You are so oblivious, you do not even comprehend your own magic.” Just then the former king drank his potion, his host fell to a sudden death and his spirit extracted from the body. It floated momentarily, as Violet stared at it in shock and Noel in complete sorrow. He took out his wand and waved it, gaining control of the soul, he looked over at Violet apologetically and said “The moment I do this, the curse will be lifted. I will go to Aqua, to Sanctus even to Chaus if I must and I will resolve this.” Just as Violet was about to speak Noel whipped his arm and the floating spirit was suddenly infused into Violet’s body. She fell to ground shaking uncontrollably, her host now contained two spirits.

Brought back to reality Violet stood on the battlefield, dazed. She felt in control, something was different. The memory had given her control over her host, she could feel her brother trying to regain it. Just then she became conscious of the war surrounding her, she glanced over at her first in command and asked in a panic “What the hell is going on?”

They broke apart like twigs before the storm, the undead warriors that flung themselves at the frenzied Demons. Led by their mighty king, none could hold them back. Though they fell in their dozens there were ever more armoured fiends to take their place, they pushed forth like a flood across the plains. They were winning, it was evident not only to themselves but to their foes too, the still living Fallen Angels began to hesitate in their blows, or slow in their actions as their moral wavered, their minds raced as they tried to decide which fate was least likely to be their death- flee the field of battle and risk fighting again another day, or else fling themselves with desperation into the cause. They chose the latter.

Looking back, Pinxounuhn Oicoisum couldn't help but smile at the destruction his forces had wrought on the field of battle. They held every advantage now, they held the weight of numbers, superior weaponry, greater tactics and leadership. The only thing that the Tenebrisians held in their court was the two remaining dragons, which were being hounded by flights of winged brutes.

Turning back, he saw a disturbance in the midst of this melee, a gap was opening up in the battle line of his own men, this could only mean one thing. She was here. He began to push and muscle his way through the throng of combat, spinning his hammer and bringing swift death to any foes who dared try and stop him, let them all be damned. He would cut down the heart of an entire realm in a single decisive blow.

Yet as he reached the bubble in the fight something was not right. The queen was indeed present, yet she did not move. It was if she had become absent of her mind, lacking not just the will to move, to act, but the very ability to do so. Despite the warnings that cried out to him, he could not resist. Never before had an enemy ruler so opened themselves up at such a critical moment, how could anyone not take this chance? Before he even registered his feet were moving, his hammer was raised above his head for the killing blow and then...

"My Queen!" The call was heralded by an arc of scorching lighting that stuck across Pinxounuhn Oicoisums arm, causing him to flinch back. Looking to his left, from where the bolt had originated he saw a Fallen Angel knight stood, clad in resplendent shining armour. Another charge was building up in his hand, before it could be unleashed Pinxounuhn Oicoisum presented the length of his hammer to the Angel and his chains began to burn once more, causing him to yell out at the pain, which even the lighting had not been capable of doing. When the stream of energy was unleashed, it was met by a near invisible shield that had been conjured into existence by the Blood King. Before he could advance on the knight, a second landed behind him and a stream of purple energy lept forth from this second assailant. Judging by the burning in his arms, that only escalated by the second until it felt as if one was dipping their arms into molten steel, this second knight was attempting to dispel the magic surrounding the Demon.

The Angelic knight had made a fatal flaw however, assuming that he could not react whilst being preoccupied by the first knight he had come just in range for Pinxounuhn Oicoisum to lash out with his clawed foot. With surprising speed he struck, his claws catching in the Angels chest and neck. Like a pendulum he spun the quickly dying Angel around, releasing his grip he launched the knight at his companion, who unable to stop his spell in time also electrified the deadly projectile as it came crashing towards him at a devastating velocity.

It was not quick enough however, the damage had already been done. As in his hands his war hammer shattered into hundreds of shards, as the magical wards that kept it bound together collapsed, falling to the ground in useless lumps of once vibrant hell-forged steel. His anger at the loss of his prized weapon was palpable, it had been with him for five hundred years, enduring conquest after conquest and savage duels beyond reckoning and now the damned Fallen Angels had stolen yet another thing of his from him! He turned once more to the queen, ready to tear her apart in his bare hands if need be, to utterly annihilate her and her entire damned race for all they had wrought on him, on his kind. And yet he hesitated as that feeling of wrongness returned, and he heard her simply say.
"What the hell is going on?"
It was a trap surely, he could not fall for it and yet he must be on his guard. For the first time he noticed the void blade in her grasp and he realised his folly, to attack without a weapon would surely mean his end, not here, not now. He jumped back from the reawakened Fallen Angel and cast his eyes around hurriedly for a suitable weapon. He laid his eyes on one of the winged brutes double headed axes and quickly grasped it, now with a weapon in hand he advanced once more, fully confident the battle was his.

It was a look she knew she would never forget, the Demon King was headed straight for her, but in this moment as she spoke, the knights that surrounded her dropped their guard in confusion and stared bewilderingly at their Queen. Violet felt ill, she felt like she had been in a slumber for centuries with a gaping hole in her memory. The sounds of the surrounding war queued in, the swords upon shields, the blasts of magic from either end, the thumping of the footsteps on the ground and the cries of her dragons.

Violet felt the scene panning out, she was lost, confused and frustrated. This sight, the King approaching her was all too familiar. She had sworn never to bring war upon her realm and yet here she was, standing in the middle of a broken kingdom surrounded by the fires of Chaus. She could tell they were losing, she could see the suffering and determination in her soldiers eyes. The sight was too painful, how did she get here?

Violet knew she had to think quickly, had to either fight or..."Retreat" she said softly. Violet nodded and then repeated in a loud and stern tone "RETREAT!!!" Her knights were ready to protest, they were here to fight till the end but they knew something had shifted within their Queen. My lady, even if we retreated Chaus will not stop. Violet nodded, she knew this was true but she needed regain herself, she needed rest and she needed to strategize. But she knew retreating would not bring her kingdom peace, not even for a moment. "Do as I say" she commanded "Get as many people to safety, close the gates of the castle, enchant it with all your magic, keep everyone protected." The soldiers hesitated but followed their Queens orders and many began to flee the battlefield. Some however, were not as lucky. Trapped in their battles they had no choice but to fight to their enemies end, or their end...

Many teleported back to safety, some flew and some just stood their guard. But those who did not escape soon fell to their death, because Queens’s confusing orders had brought a distracting disadvantage, causing the demons to take charge. The remaining dragons that stood behind Violet remained composed but obeyed the Queens orders and soon let the wind blow away their ashes, returning them to a deep slumber.

Now Violet was ready to face her enemy, the Blood King forever smashing all those in his path and charging towards her, not breaking his pace in the slightest. Violet took a breath, took hold of her sword and finally began charging forth. Many demons, now that she was exposed, did not hesitate to attack her but this was child's play.

A foe came at her from the right, digging his claws into the Queen, exposing his demonic denture tearing at her armor. Violet did not flinch, she raised her hand and released a venomous gas upon the enemies face, causing him to burst into ashes. A trio approached her next, they wore armor like she had never seen and were easily twice her size. They each took turns swinging at the Queen but Violet jumped over any attack. She was swift and determined, she continued her stride towards the Blood King but the trio wouldn't have it. One huffed violently and grabbed the Queen by her black angelic wing and launched her backwards. Caught off guard Violet could not steady herself mid-flight. She smashed into the ground hitting her head on the cold stone ground, she felt exhausted.

Laying on the ground for a short moment, Violet caught her breath and jumped back onto her feet. The trio were near, one had a spear, another a sword and the last one an axe. The demon with the spear began to conjure some dark magic, launching fire blasts at the Queen. She dodged them as swiftly as she could, missing the blasts by only a hair. Finally she was surrounded, Violet unleashes a toxic mass from her hands but the helmets her enemies wore blocked out the scent. She regained hold of her sword and blocked as many attacks as she could, but some slammed into her armor, weakening her with every blow. Violet’s adrenaline pulsed, she dropped her sword and shot herself up a few feet above their heads. Lightning formed at her fingertips and she blasted the beast’s heads, cracking their helmets. This did not slow their attacks however, for they continued blasting fire and one even gained hold of a crossbow. She shot another blast of lightning at her enemies and finally the helmets disintegrated exposing them to the toxic mass she had previously unleashed. The beasts fell quickly to their deaths.

Violet landed upon her enemy’s lifeless bodies, she was bloody and tired but now she was pissed. Her kingdom was enflamed and the demonic beings that invaded it seemed comforted by their surroundings. Violet picked up her sword and finally charged straight at the Blood King clearing all those who dared to run in her path.

At last when she reached her enemy Violet swung her sword and it smashed into the Blood Kings axe causing a blast that launch both up and back a few feet. Violet did not hesitate, she got back to her feet and launched herself at the King once more. She jumped a few feet in the air, flying with ease, with her sword above her head, ready to stab the heart of her enemy.