𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔖𝔦𝔵

How? How did we lose? How did humans manage to defeat our great race? The battle was long and brutal. We should've one. We had the numbers. We had the power, and we were fighting for the freedom of the tyranny that is humanity. Blood spills from my chest. I fought to the end. 

I fought until I saw I was the last. I look up. The eclipse was still powerful. I turn. The Humans were charging at me. I raise my staff but a small light flickers. This is bad. My powers are drained. I turn. Others were racing in. I draw back. One shoots an arrow by my feet. 

"It's over Maziroath." A human growls.

"You cannot control the primal forces." I hiss.

"Maybe not but we can control you." The human says.

More and more surround me. I grip my staff. Arrows point at me. I grip my chest. 

"You're wounded and you're surrounded just come quietly and no more blood will be spilled." He says.

I let out a small chuckle.

"Do you know how much human blood has been spilled?" I chuckle.

"Do you know how many demons were slayed?" He asks.

I look down. My entire kind has been wiped out. I look at the ground. There are so many bodies. I am the last standing and I'm barely standing. A chain comes swinging at me. I try to dodge but it slices my shoulder and rips one eye out. I let out a scream. I slam my staff into the ground lightning shoots out.

"Maziroath. It's over." He says. 

"Perhaps by body is over, but not my will." I say.

My staff starts glowing red. The ground trembles. I still have some power left. I'm not ending things like this. I shoot a red beam to the sky. There is still time for one last battle, not now. Maybe not ever but hopefully this will work.

"Since you have defeated us on a blood eclipse, the next one will be your undoing. Mark my words, from this day to the next eclipse, we will rise once again. We will take back our kingdom. I give you this curse." I say.