They finished packing up and quickly went to the piers on the shores of the lake. The trip would take almost two days.... This made them feel uncomfortable, Mirghreel is claustrophobic, the little ferry was enclosed and a lot of people traveled back and forth, for hunting seasons, families, etc.... This was a problem, but they went in anyway, they needed to get to Murghal. And so they went inside the little ferry, named.... "The White Mockingbird."
Meanwhile, in the damned isles of Dawnfang.... The two dark figures who showed up to Aliana and Asleroth were speaking, about how they noticed she was an angel.... And started planning. What they didn't notice, was that the third key was there as well:
- "Asleroth almost killed you this time Armen...." Armen nodded, he felt embarrassed.
Armen took off his coat.... He still had his neck left with a mark, the one Asleroth made to him. Armen was the smallest of the three, had a blue eye and a green eye.... And was considered to be the weakest of the three, making him almost useless, or making himself think that way. He had gray hair, as the skies when they are cloudy. His expression was always cold, sad.... Submissive. He had two scars on his mouth, diagonally; both of them.
- "But the girl...." Armen said, getting slapped by the third man without explanation.
- "You let her go, asshole!" "We could have freed him already and conquered this world.... Unless we kill him once and for all, making us heroes over evil. Probably better than Esdor. But yet, is she the chosen one? Of course she is!" He slapped Armen again. "And you fucking let her go!" This time the man punched poor Armen to the ground.... Making him bleed uncontrollably by his mouth.
- "S-sorry." He cried. "Save your prayers to Esdor, fellow demon. I still need you, but first...." He raised his leg, preparing for a kick. In a split second, his foot only was chopped off.... Spreading a lot of blood on the floor.
- "FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS." He started screaming. Someone appeared.
- "Well.... Look, you praying to the gods yourself? Fellow weaker demon." Said Asleroth, with a smirk on his face. "If you want to be sent back to Ur, for another hundred years until you are born again, like I did twice in a row, just stop hitting a demon that is clearly stronger than you."
- "Fuck you, Asleroth." Said the man, smiling... And his foot started healing, slowly... Asleroth grabbed his leg completely, and with just a hand, cracked his femur and tibia completely, making a huge noise.
- "Oh well.... Guess I'm going to act as I didn't hear anything...." Asleroth grabbed the other leg. "Or should I?" He smiled.
- The man started panting, starting to hold his screams inside.... "Hellish fool." Asleroth was helping Armen get back on his feet.
- "That's better, and let's say.... Don't try anything stupid, remember, Armen is the vital piece of the three of us. You are nothing compared to him." -Armen smiled as a tear rolled down his swollen cheeks.- "Don't make me slow the process once more, she is young and you both know I don't want to take part on this, Heindall can go die in Hesade's cold winds.... If he could." He said.
- "Betraying your king, are you?" The man smiled, to be slapped again in the face by Asleroth.
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A Demon's Heart.
Fantasy-Mistbrethren A demon huntress, Aliana starts her quest as a hunter-for-hire, but in the way she finds 3 mysterious figures, who are keys to the gates of hell, but one of them captivates her attention, not always seen or mentioned, but either way it...
