Aabahran

Suibremoront's City

Historiarum Annalis · by Scholar Aughlald

It was with hatred for all Gael and Suibremoront aimed to do, the love for life they held so dear that the warriors of light attacked without heeding the words of Goddess Lysephani. For many the warning she spoke of, the prophecy she feared would come to pass meant little. Both sides came together in a clashing battle, the living and dead fell alike in the ensuing battles. The pavement of the streets became slick with the blood spilt, bodies began to litter the streets that once harbored peace. Even with the interest of us all at heart, to save the grand city of Val Miran, in the end it was their will to do battle that drew the demons upon them.

From the gateway conjured far above the once wonderful city did tentacles fall to take it into unforgiving embrace. Clouds gathered and lightning struck in show of an approaching storm. Yet it wasn't water that fell from the sky, crimson droplets rained down from the heavens to coat the city; blood, the product of so much death and destruction that had come and did still run like a plague through city streets. Still it refused to come to a close, more demonic power fell earthward. The newest evil was nothing like the force of light had seen before, it was death incarnate that now came in form of a surreal beast; beyond the size of any ever seen. Mortals alike battled this demon, trying to fight a battle that only seemed to slide further and further down hill. During this confrontation between man and demon two high powers battled, Gael and Irumeru waged war upon each other.

Despite all attempts to slay the newest creation of Suibremoront it all was in vain, the light possessed not enough allies to oppose it. It was after it'd taken numerous lives that it did fade back to whence it came as did all other demons. The battle between Gael and Irumeru came to a close without a victor to speak of. It was with warning Suibremoront spoke, it wasn't coincidence that led to the retreat of his forces. It was but a test of the power he could set upon us when he chose, it was nothing more then an exhibition match.