Sergei Kottorov's Story

Akuma saw a glimmer of hope in a sea of despair and she grasped at it. If she could get the Venterans to move their men away from the Advaran border and towards the gate the humans could definitely overpower the demons that had come through the gate and find a way to stop more of them from coming through. She didn't smile, she hardly ever smiled but her eyes and her words showed her gratitude. "Thank you, Lady Auriol for giving the Justicars a chance, I am sure that we will be able to get the Venterans to move their forces away from your border and finally put an end to the demon invasion. I will return when I have the Venteran leaders' approval and we can all work out a plan of action."

Akuma put up her hood and returned her cloak to it's normal position over her wings. She now looked more like a tall human than a full-out demon. She bowed and exited the room, her heels making even more noise now that she had a job to do. As soon as she left the building she moved the cloak aside, spread her wings wide and took off. Ignoring the shouts of the guards below her she hovered over the city. She had heard that the Venteran leader Sergei Kottorov was in Freymere at the moment and if she could convince him now they would all be able to discuss how best to deal with the demons. She used her excellent eyesight to scan the streets in search of him. It didn't take her long to find him, he was accompanied by troupe of guards but they were nothing she couldn't handle. She dove towards him and hoped this meeting would go as well as her last one.

Having finished the small mindless business he foudn himself doing in Freymere he was set for home. Him and his troop walked through the back alleys as to not attract attention from the advaran guard the was on the occasional patrol. His mind was set on the borders. and the endless violence that came between them. The demons pressed strong and threatened to overwhelm, he didn't care much for the tribes in the north and was willing to have them hold the demons off for him for now. It was his own people he worried for they may be strong in number but the demons have proven relentless, constant raids on his own land have left some regions in ruin. He had the brunt of his forces mashed on the Advaran border because Advara decided to amass a host of troops. Now there is even more Bloodshed coming to his mind, it was then, that they turned down yet another alley that it appeared. At first it wasn't something he could make out, but when he heard the sudden outburst of "Demon!" by one of his guards his weapon was drawn, the troupe following by drawing theirs aswell. With The Angel of Death appearing infront of him he was combat ready, but disalarmed when she landed unarmed and almost 'peaceful'. "What is your business here!" He demanded with an almost Nordic accent. Two of his newest and more trigger happy guards rushed for the demon, one with blade in hand. the other unarmed. "Enough!" He shouted to them as they rushed her. the two of them stopping almost dead in their tracks. Sergei stood with sword in hands. Waiting for his reply.

She stood before the leader of the Venterans and his company of guards with her arms crossed behind her back. In her mind she smiled, the two that had rushed her had no idea how close they were to being dead. She slid the poison tipped dagger back into it's sheath in her armor and spread her arms wide, showing that she had no weapons in hand. She swept her cloak aside and bowed before the leader, spreading her wings as far as the alley would allow. "Good day Lord Kottorov, I trust you had a pleasant visit to Freymere." She stood up straight and removed her hood. "I apologize for my rude intrusion I believe you already know of me, I am the Angel of Death but you may call me Akuma Sayako. I had hoped to catch up with you before you left Advara because I need to discuss with you some very important matters concering you and your people and I have a proposal that can bring bring an end to your wars with the Advarans and with the demons. But here is not the place to discuss such things. Follow me and we may converse in a proper setting. She began to walk away towards the hall where her last meeting had taken place, confident that he would follow.

Lauryn Auriol
Setting: The night when she was confronted by Akuma, In the palace; her private chambers.The time Roughly Midnight.

Lauryn sat looking down from the large battlement of Freymere's fortified city walls. She looked upon a massive demonic army; the grotesque creatures coming in all shapes and sizes... they seemed as endless as the sea that often smashed against the docks and piers of her fair city. Yet her mind noticed the little and less important things around her...

Her eyes shifted to the horizon at which point she had a flashback of her looking at the beautiful yet seemingly endless expanses of green fertile land full of trees and teaming with wildlife. Now she looked with sadness in her heart as she saw the once fertile and vibrant place stained with blackness of corruption and watched as fire blazed intensely.
She then looked out towards the many cities that once dotted Advara's landscape, even from so very far away the sheer amount of smoke rolling of from the places were a clear give away that the once lively and populated places where no more, she knew in the back of her mind the foul creatures before her wouldn't have spared any of them. She then looked in the direction of Advara's mortal rivals. She knew that she couldn't see the country but she knew in the pit of her stomach that they country had to have fallen to the creatures.
Lastly her eyes shifted to her immediate surroundings of the her men and behind her the capital and its inhabitants. Behind her she saw the denizens of Freymere. They were all reacting to the realization there there doom was imminent in many ways. Some sat praying to the gods that they felt had abandoned them, while others panicked running around the city attempting to flee to the docks or lock themselves within the churches and their own homes. She noticed some of the inhabitants already dead, there corpses covered in sores and puss with looks of agony froze on there now cold, still bodies. She looked away from this as she could no longer stand to witness it. Her gaze now shifted to what remained of the once great armies of Advara. Men and women surrounded her, many were injured covered in cuts and bandages some hardly even to hold their weapons. Some lined the wall armed with bows and other projectiles and the greater amount behind the great gates below. She watched them all, and she could tell that they were scared and had lost all hope. What was there to be hopeful about though?

All of these things she observed had taken their toll on Lauryn, tears started to run down her cheek and she knew deep in her heart that on this day that she and all these innocents would die. She knew that there was no hope of victory against such odds. So she sobbed quietly not letting her men see her like this. Only one thing went through her mind though as she sobbed and prepared to face her imminent death.If only I had known... What could I have done to stop this!.

Then the ominous sound of thunder echoed and balls of fire rained from the sky; the demons shrieked and screamed hatefully as they charged the gate brandishing the weapons madly. Lauryn stood atop the wall blade in hand as she shouted "For Adava-" she stopped speaking and grew in a labored breath as she looked down blood running down her torso, a demons arrow had founds it way into her heart and she awoke from the terrible dream...