Darksiders: Light In Darkness (Fourth Book)

Chapter 2: The True Beginning

     Wiping the cool sweat from her forehead, the young maker Ilyea sighed deeply and brought up the small trinket to her her good eye, studying it.
   The trinket was...something. Usually when she was alone at the house, the young maker always messed around in her uncles' forge. Some say she had a knack for creating things, although she was a Maker, it always seemed as if Ilyea had...extra talent. Especially with weapons, Ilyea was known to make iron and steel works of mass beauty and lethality.
But many who knew her mother knew why she was so good....
       Matter of fact, her mother and mysterious father drifted into her mind today for some reason. Her uncle, Thane, spoke highly of her mother whilst Ulthane spat hateful names about her. Like him, the majority of the Makers in the Tri-Stone believed Ilyea's mother to be a traitor.
'I wonder why....' Ilyea thought, careful not to scald her finger as she put the newly forged object in the cauldron.
       Before she could think anymore on the subject, a heavy boot kicked down the wooden and metal door. Ilyea jumped once and turned to scold her uncle Ulthane, but was only grabbed by her braid and forced to the ground with powerful hands.
"Are you Ilyea?" The voice hissed, tightening its grip on her hair.
"Eek! Yes! What do you-"
     The hand released Ilyea's hair and the young maker reached for her war hammer Black Betty. Gripping the smooth leather, Ilyea brought the hammer back and aimed it at the hooded figure's head.
"We're on the same side," the figure said quietly, jumping to the side as the hammer's iron head came towards it.
"and we do not have time, Hell is coming to storm the Tri-Stone for you and I need to take you to safety." The figure hissed, slipping it's black hood from it's untidy hair.
Ilyea shook her head and gawked at the figure's seemingly normal, if not striking, face. His hair was tangled and raven black and grafted to his skull was a pair of pointed grey horns. Though she never met this...person before, he seemed so familiar.
"My name is Dante..." He said quietly, looking around like he was waiting for someone to jump out at him.
"Uh huh...what do you mean Hell is going to attack for me?!? We need to warn-"
"No time for that." Dante muttered, dragging the girl behind him as he turned to leave.
"Hey!"
"Listen, I need you alive-"
"But you're not answering any of my questions!"
"My sister is dead, I have no time to explain!" Dante snapped, busting down the back door with his armored shoulder.
"I need to get you somewhere safe..." Dante thought out loud, staring up at the horizon.
Letting go of Ilyea, Dante walked a few feet away and slowly began to be consumed in tongues of fire. When the brightness of the growing fire grew to be too intense, Ilyea shielded her eyes with her hands and prayed to the creator that today would not be her last day.
When the intensity died down, Ilyea peeked from her hands and widened her eyes in surprise when a large black and red scaled dragon greeted her.
"There is no time to gawk, get on my back and make haste!" The dragon said, beating it's wings in timid anticipation.
When the maker hesitated, the Dragon made a curt hiss and took off up in the air, grabbing Ilyea by the shoulders with it's talons with the upmost of care.
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    Growling to herself, Ilyea stopped kicking and laid still, knowing full well she couldn't escape the shape-shifting demon. And if she could, how could Ilyea survive a over 1000 ft drop?
"Where are you taking me?!" She yelled over the howling wind.
"I don't know yet, perhaps you can hide out in a cave or something.."
"What about my-" Ilyea started.
     Making a small sigh, Dante stopped abruptly, flinging the small maker above his head. Ilyea choked back a scream as fear paralyzed her body and sailed downwards.
    Ilyea uttered a small prayer and closed her eyes tightly. As the girl spiraled down towards him, Dante calculated her fall, adjusted himself, and hovered. Ilyea landed with a soft thud onto Dante's back and made a hoarse scream, voice caught in her throat.
"W-Warn me next time you do that!" She shuddered, glaring at the back of Dante's head.
    The dragon made a noise similar to laughing and glided forward, ascending up over the dense clouds.
    The two sat in silence as Ilyea watched in the glinting sun in awe. Dante's now purple eyes scanned the air, as if he was...expecting someone to appear.
"Hm...Maybe the- yes, they have no choice but to help you!"  Dante banked left and sped towards and unknown location.
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   Speeding back and forth, the enraged soul hissed under it's breath and stopped.
What...in the hell am I doing? It thought, shaking it's head in confusion.
   Sighing deeply, the soul floated in uncertainty through Oblivion, looking for something, anything that either had or remotely had the essence of life.
"Hello?" It called, feeling a headache come on.
    When a glimmer of golden light appeared a few meters away, the soul drifted towards the warm light and reached out. It's slender fingers slowly became entangled in a mess of...string like substances.
"Hair..?" It thought out loud, wondering why the texture felt so familiar.
   As the intensity of the light died down, a large body of a four legged animal. It slowly opened it's eyes at the soul's touch, revealing radiant purple iris.