Excuse my post as I wrote it at 2-3:00am in the morning.
The pair walked through the desolate ruins of the Gehda town, eyes moving over the scorched buildings and blackened floor. An exterior window shutter lay hanging on a hinge and through its broken glass, the two could make out charred remains of wooden tables and chairs, burnt by the fire four or five days back. Ailysa had lost track of time; each day had been exhausted through running and fighting, rest and then more fighting, an endless cycle which was surely improbable to stop. She grew restless in the forlorn milieu and walked faster, despite the ache in her legs from a whole day of walking.
“Come on, Eirag. Let’s get out of this place,” she urged. “I don’t care if it was faster through the town, but we should have gone around it. It’s starting to freak me out.”
“What’s wrong with a little shortcut?” he teased.
“Stop it! It just gives me memories of previous adventures… and this place has now been burnt to the ground and abandoned.”
She stepped by a sign and looked up at its respective building, noticing the tavern which she had slept in with the rest of the group, when they had been fighting the Red-Storm many years ago.
“Well we’re nearly at the perimeter of the town anyway,” Eirag reassured, gesturing towards the Gehda mountain, which could be seen through a break in the clutter of houses up ahead.
When the two emerged from the town, Ailysa marveled at the beauty of the mountain in contrast to the despondent atmosphere that they came from and how the rock captured the light of the descending sun and gave the illusion of the mountain being made from gold. They walked towards the almost welcoming nature of the mountain in silence. When they reached its foot, Ailysa looked up at its towering form and flopped onto the earth beside it in tiredness. Eirag joined her, falling supine and the two lay for a couple minutes, recuperating from their long walk. As the sun lowered further, it shone into Ailysa’s eyes. When she rolled onto her side away from the glare, she found Eirag looking at her. He smiled and then gestured with his eyes by looking up at the mountain, as if to tell her that they should finish what was left of their now diminutive journey.
Eirag pushed himself to his feet and he when he looked back at Ailysa, she raised an arm lazily with a weak smile plastered over her face. He smirked back, before grabbing her hand as if to help her up and yanked her up strongly. Ailysa cried out as she was pulled abruptly forward and when she steadied herself on her feet, she took chase after Eirag, who broke into laughter as he ran up the mountain side.
The Elite Demon stood with his arms crossed as he leant against a wall of rock on the mountain. He raised an eyebrow with bemusement, as he watched the pair of Night Elves run up the mountain face and they slowed down to a walk, when they saw him watching them.
“What the hell were you two lovebirds laughing about?”
When they said nothing, he uttered, “Didn’t the Ruler put you on some special mission or something?”
“Yeah,” Eirag replied taciturnly. “And now we’ve come back. You got a problem with that?”
“Well then,” the Elite Demon replied. “I’ll have to go and tell the Ruler all about this, Elf-boy, won’t I?”
“You go do that,” Eirag responded indifferently. “Instead of enjoying the view, it’ll be good to get off your arse once in a while.”
The Elite Demon glowered at the pair of Night Elves for a few seconds, looking at them in turn, before cursing under his breath while fuming into the entrance of the grotto, towards the staircase that led to Burning Hell.
When the Elite Demon had left, Ailysa irately turned towards her companion, before shoving him backwards.
“Why did you go and do that?”
“Do what? Tell that bonehead to hit the road?”
“We do NOT want to get on the Ruler’s bad side – especially after I failed to get rid of Shattershard-”
“-I know. I know…” Eirag said. “I try, but some jerks like him get the better of me sometimes…”
“Then try harder,” Ailysa asserted angrily.
“I could care less about the mission,” spat Xzso'Ssak, a thick drool of mucus dropping at the feet of the Elite Demon. “Whoever a mortal likes or dislikes is not to my interest. They can all kill each other for all I care.”
“What I DO care,” the Ruler continued, “is how I can make use of one’s likes or dislikes and profit from it.”
“So what would one less angel mean to you?” questioned the Elite Demon, his voice shaking conspicuously.
“It is not the angel that would affect me. Our numbers are ascendant over the forces of High Heaven and we are dominant in the mortal planes; cities are being overridden and obliterated as we speak and the angels can do nothing to stop us. What was of concern were the heroes of Astra. They banished the mechanical creature known as Bandersnatch to the depths of the world six years ago. They defeated the Machine army four years ago. These heroes were responsible for the downfall of two powerful foes,” the Ruler explained. “Nonetheless, having one of the heroes of Astra to do our bidding is of even greater value than the death of Shattershard. Eirag’s friend could do more for us than many demons here could ever do. Why do you think I recruited Kjalhasson into our troops? Why was Anjio gladly given a position onto the mortal planes? These souls will help to eradicate the remaining 'heroes' of Astra.”
“…and now I have the Pistol Ninja in my hands,” the Ruler laughed.
“The Black Apostle was worthy to act as an agent to The Dark Lord, by disclosing the happenings of the two wars with Him and being responsible for opening up the gates of Burning Hell. He also helped us attain the Warspawn,” Xzso’Ssak hissed in excitement. “Stripped of all that made him human, the Warspawn now acts as a tool to dispose of the so called heroes of Astra. It also helps with other tasks…”
“As for you,” the Ruler said to the Elite Demon, while motioning towards a bulky figure in the corner. “You let two intruders to pass into the Gehda caves and steal a prized artifact from a Dark Apostle’s possession. Troops were killed. We showed a sign of weakness at the very entrance to the Demon City because of you.”
“But-” the Elite Demon stuttered.
“You have disgraced us,” the Ruler spat, motioning to the figure in the corner again, who stepped forward from the shadows. Despite the Elite Demon’s already brawny form, the black figure loomed over the Elite Demon and it raised a clawed fist into the air.
Chunks of gore splattered onto the marble floor and the Warspawn, breathing audibly above the pile of blood, looked up at the Ruler, before turning to leave, after being directed to leave the manor.
As the Warspawn left his manor, the Ruler broke into a cacophony of laughter.
“Astra will go down in flames!”