Subremoront's War: Vol. 2

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The fiend lifted its greataxe into the air, and brought it down against the ground. As it struck the soil it made little sound, a noise unworthy of such a mighty blow. Streams of Chaotic energy emerged from either side of the greataxe's head, as if the world itself was bleeding. Each stream ran diagonally towards our small force, before broadening into pools on the ground a short distance in front of us. Once more the legions of the Nexus poured forth, tainting the ground with their infernal tread. Hellhounds, imps, succubi and devils, along with other twisted and malevolent beings, made their way toward our band. My eyes remained fixed on their summoner, and his all too familiar face.

The demons shrieked and attacked. As they charged, I saw that the one who called them refrained from joining the fray. He simply stood there, looking on through burning eyes. Succubi were emerging from one of the portals, along with their male counterparts. Even in the heat of battle I could note all the various differences of these otherworldly beings, but I knew if I wanted to survive I had to take refuge from a safe distance.

Having withdrawn myself from the goings-on of battle, I

returned to observing. No sooner had I begun to scribe, than I heard a screech from the nearer of the portals, completely drawing my attention. A huge taloned hand rose from its depths and grabbed at the ground as it tried to pull its great mass through. Sir Dravus wasn't going to allow it, he fought his way to this mighty claw from the Nexus and hacked at it. Striking relentlessly, he didn't stop till the hand was severed.

A howl of pain came from the Nexus, and the creature yanked its stump back under the surface. Sir Dravus turned seeking the summoner, only to have an imp leap up and latch onto his head - gouging at his eyes. He flailed desperately trying to pry it off. He threw the broken imp to the ground, and smashed it under his boot for good measure. Sir Dravus looked around, and seeing that the demonic horde had thinned, turned his gaze back to that original demon. It bared its teeth with a wide smile as it turned to leap through the remaining portal just before it closed.

Finding his horse unscathed, Sir Dravus remounted as I joined him. We did not speak, we shared a quiet moment that conveyed all the worry that presently consumed us. We waited as the last of the demons were slaughtered. Then, gathering the few men that remained, we made our way toward Shasarazade.

continued in Subremoront's War: Vol. 3

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