A Realm of Hell

Chapter 8

Blood and gore warning

"So this is where it begins," they hiss, they chant. Their screams now heightened by the deadly silent night.

They stand at the bottom of a hill no less than twenty feet from the feet of a warrior. Their hazy figures of black barely visible in the light of the moon.

"It had begun much before this. It had begun when you turned your back on nature, on balance," her voice, not as loud as the army's, chilled my bones. There was a promise somewhere in her tone. A promise that I would never want to receive.

"Balance and nature were never of any importance to us, my princess. No, they turn their backs on our kind much too long ago," their figures began to pulse, the darkness leaking from their bodies.

"They had turn their backs on you. Not me, no, I have gotten what I deserve. I have marked the path that my life now leads. There is no reason for me to be angry," her voice an emotionless caress.

"They had turned their backs on HIM. They had decided and decided wrong. You should've been the one! You should've been the one to suffer," they hiss, their shouts booming, "you will not win, darkness will rule and it will rule everything."

Her laugh is nothing of amusement. No, the chilling sound carries it way to my ears, as everything inside me told me to run.

"Oh, so the heir to the thrown is nothing more than a means of keeping that thing alive. I see, then tell me how is it that he is still so frightened of me? He gave up everything. Every little bit but still I see no sign of him? He must be so powerful to not even show his face," she mocks, her chin held high.

"You are not worth even the dirt beneath his feet," they hiss, their anger growing, "you whose darkness is nothing more than a quake. You will never move mountains. You will never conquer."

"Conquer?" laughter fills the stifling air, "if I had wanted to conquer, if I had wanted to take it all, it would've already been in my hands. He knows it. He knows he never stood a chance around the true leader."

They have no reply to her strong words. Leading me to only confirm what she said. She was the true leader of darkness. The words did not shock me though, I knew as soon as I seen her. That darkness followed her and not the other way around.

"Now," she hisses the air beginning to warm, "now I shall give you a choice. Leave and tell your master to not threaten me with such low births or die. It's simple."

They hiss at her. Their snarls moving their disfigured bodies, ink oozing out of their forms.

"We do no leave without him," they screech. Their voices too high that I cover my ears.

"Then die," she whispers affectionately. Whips of darkened smoke are released from her spine. They curl and shoot their way to the targets at astonishing speed.

"How truly terrifying," I hear Abaddon breath next to me. He was right the scene before me made me truly realize what future I was about to enter.

As she walked down the hill towards the screaming figures the extensions of her darkness did not stop. They stretched out from her back fighting the broken souls. Screeches of final death flowing through the air.

The figures rushed toward her, becoming a mass of darkness that thundered the ground. She pressed forward until they met and only then did she really begin to attack. Floating from reality to darkness, she reached behind her and ripped out a chuck of mist creating a sword. Effortlessly she swing slaying all those that lay within her path. Some tried to dodge, to escape and run toward our direction, only to have a tentacle burst from her back and send them flying.

"This will never end, not with us, not with you, only with him," they screech.

"Who said i wanted it to?" She purrs, her sword slicing through another figure, ink painting the purple grass black.

"Does he even know?" They scream, "does he know what you truly are?" Another dismantled head rolls away from its body. One reaches for her face lightly grazing before losing its arm. Red blood coating it's finger tips.

"Do you?" She thunders. Spinning she catches the bodies of those surrounding her, slicing them in half.

"I am the master of this realm," slicing ones stomach she sends it flying into another ones open claws before stabbing them both, "and the master of your souls," the herd of souls slowing diminishes, only a few are left standing, "I own you, and everything in this world". With that her darkness burst, picking up those that are left and squeezing. Paint splatters out of them. Only one is left standing she walks slowly up to its trembling figure. Lylith hand reaches out, dripping with blood she leans in close but her words carry their way to my ears.

"Tell the Devil that his master is waiting," with that she releases her hold. The old soul taking the chance to scurry away. I watch as it disappears beyond the rolling hills.

Lylith doesn't turn right away. Her darkness still sprouting from her back but when she does I am left speechless. Red tears run down her porcelain skin, a large gash on her cheek mixes with the black splatters that freckle her face. The darkness waves around her, looking like wings without feathers. But what stills me the most is her expression, darkness no longer seems to surround her, no it seem to worship her as she smiles. Her eyes too bright.

"I will never let them take what it mine," she whispers. She stretches out her hand. As if I'm right in front of her. I didn't even realize when my feet began to move before I come stumbling to her feet. I look up at her, at my savior. Dark blood dripping from her face to mine. She bend her knees, place a wet kiss on my forehead.

"You are mine," she caresses, lovingly. Her warm hand heating my face. I stare at her, the face of the devil and see a deathly twinkle in her eyes.

And fall in love.