The Chronicles of Onyx Book Two - Fight of a Hero

Chapter Eight

Demeter watched in a helpless state as her army of Orcs fell aimlessly to the opposing side. Her violet eyes clearly displayed displeasure as she watched their leader cut down two more of her faithful Orcs. Effortlessly he plunged his sword through their iron plating, thrusting the tip of his steel into their hearts. Killing them both in an instant.

Above the screams of war she could hear as Dezenym summoned her. His gold irises locked onto her as she shot herself into the gray sky. Her ebony wings fell in a rhythmic symphony of wing beats as she hovered arm's length from him.

"What is it that you want, coward?" she asked, perhaps trying too hard to sound unbothered by the screams of perishing Orcs in the distance.

"Odd you say that when you're the one keeping out of reach of me. Are you scared of me Demeter?"

Hearing those words made her sick.

"Scared of you? Are you mad?!" she scoffed. "I'm not the least bit frightened of you, I know your weaknesses and it's you that fears me" She finished with a smirk.

From below Dezenym circled her shadow, shaking his head as he let out a malicious laugh. "I apologize for the destruction my wolves are imposing onto your army, I'm sure it's a devastating thing to witness"

"They're just Orcs, replaceable. However, I am intrigued with this new side of you. It's unlike you to lash out like this, what changed?"

"Come down here and I'll show you"

"Why don't you make me, necro-?"

Before she could finish her mouthing of spiteful words, an unseen force grabbed hold of her and pulled her towards the ground. She began to beat her wings vigorously in an attempt to escape his magik. However, her attempts were feeble. Reluctantly she fell to the hard surface of the earth, only to find herself face to face with the necromancer. Only now he was different. His eyes bore into her soul with irises like a raging storm of fire.

It seemed his days of staying quiet were over. Now that his daughter had stumbled back into his life, he finally found the fight within him. Perhaps it was because he now had something to fight for. Or rather, someone.

"Well now that you have me, what do you plan to do?"

-ooooo-

Upon hearing Demeter's words, Dezenym lunged towards her like a predator, grabbing her throat with an iron grip. He could feel the internal storm within him taking over, like a dark shadow claiming his soul. Possessing him. His rage began to control his being, it was behind his every action.

"If only you knew how good this felt," He snarled, tightening his hold on her fragile neck.

"I'm sure it's exhilarating" she gasped.

"It is, how does it feel looking your death in the eyes?" He leaned forward, their noses almost touching.

Demeter's ivory skin had taken the hue of a purplish tint, clearly from a lack of airflow into her lungs.

"Don't you think you're being too cocky?" she managed to wheeze out.

"I-" Just before he could finish the steel tip of an arrowhead embedding itself into his back.

Before he fell the Queen ripped away from his hold, obscuring his balance. Taking in a sharp breath she emotionlessly watched as he collapsed into the dirt.

"You necromancers are just as fragile as any mortal I have ever come across" She said as she looked up, nodding approvingly to an Orc.

-ooooo-

Gollik stood opposed to Queen Demeter, grasping a bow in his trembling hands. His black eyes looked unsure, and scared. However, his stance told another story. One of a brave, confident, soldier whom seemingly took down a necromancer with merely an arrow. To save his Queen no matter how self-powered her choices may be.

One last change Demeter, I give you one last chance.

-ooooo-

Wolves fought with undying resistance to defeat. Their snarls along with the Orcish screams became the only sensation of the ears. As for the eyes, bodies of their victims littered the battlefield, tainting the old snow with the crimson hue of Orcish blood. Turning the ivory landscape into a Ruby field of stained ice. The lingering scent of fresh death and the iron twang of spilled blood polluted the once crisp, winter air. Overcome the sense of the even the untrained nose.

But even the greatest victory must come to an end.

As Dezenym laid in a spreading pool of his own blood, struggling to grasp to what little breath he could find; he could only watch as Demeter began to take matters into her own hands. She commanded her Orcs to uncover hidden weapons from the blood-soaked snow and only then thrust the sharpened steel spears in the air, hurling them towards his wolves.

His golden eyes wide in horror, observing devastatingly as her remaining Orcs pulled more concealed weapons from beneath the ice. Revealing the Queen's ambition once more, she was unstoppable.

From his line of sight, he saw as one of those spears embedding itself in the chest of a young shaggy wolf. The Auburn canine went limp and fell mussel first into the ice. The light burned out in his Umber eyes as he descended towards the embrace of death.

He was so close to stopping this, to bringing Demeter down once and for all. Yet the only thing he managed to accomplish was leading his wolves towards their deaths. Just as he did Raven.

"I did this" He barely whispered as another spearhead buried itself into the shoulder of a silver wolf.

He couldn't hold his eyes open long enough to see who it was before he fell into the abyss of darkness. Guilt, being the last thing, his legacy would behold.