Dst – ToR: The Beginning of the End (2/2)

The battle below, seeing its last moments paused at that near inhuman wail. It struck fear into the hearts of the humans that were left from Lord Drisbane’s forces. It was at the same time a cry of pure agony.. and a cry of ultimate triumph. The ritual was done.. the evil had taken its power and all was lost. But even so their pause was momentary.. they had to persevere as no matter what, their doom was sealed. To die in retreat or to die with honor, sword in hand was not a hard choice for these hardened warriors. With renewed vigor, they took it to their infernal foes, cutting into the last of the faltering demon ranks like a scythe. When one has lost it all, including hope is when one becomes truly dangerous. For there is nothing left but to take the moment. It was quickly over the last dark monstrosity cut down to add its greasy life fluids to the mess that now washed the stones of the paths of the keep.

But their ray of hope was shattered as a low, mocking laugh was heard from above. Having appeared from nowhere, floating effortlessly several dozen feet over the ground was the dark one.. his hood pulled back to reveal his inhuman features. Vulpine… his fur a deep cerulean blue, speckled with silvery points that seemed strangely like stars scattered across a dark sky. The lay of his facial structure was all beast, but aristocratically laid out… almost handsome if one ignored the blackness of his heart. And those eyes… intense before with their reflective violet irises now glowed from the power that coursed within him.

“Foolish humans.. your fight is vain and your lives are mine…”, he spoke in a tone that was soft but still spoke of power untold… will indomitable… malevolence undeniable. “The power is now mine and your kingdom will be flaming rubble and dust before I am done. But, as you are all good, brace men…” His voice mocking in its sarcasm. “…I will show mercy on you all with a swift death. Farewell…”

As his dark frame ascended into the sky, an officer, one of the few left, commanded his men to vacate. but it was again, in vain. As the dark fox ascended into the sky, the entire keep and the gristly remains of the titanic struggle that took place within erupted into flame. The screams of men were drowned out by the roar of flame and quickly silenced as stone was consumed and melted, bodies both living and dead seared to ashes. The dark figure was soon a speck on the horizon as he soared off, intent to wreak vengeance on his enemies… on those who have crossed him in the past. Yes, vengeance will be sweet.. Left behind, the dark keep burned, flames of an unholy violet hue licking high into the sky as a beacon of times to come.