This story is inspired by The Demonata Book's Series written by Darren Shawn, it also was inspired and will include many characters with the same actors as the television shows GRIMM and Teen Wolf and a few similar characteristics and plot lines.
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Never walk away from home ahead of your axe and sword. You can't feel a battle in your bones or foresee a fight.
- The Havamal.
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( Thomas Corvinus POV )
I know that the world was at mortal peril and all that, but come on. Out of all the places The Demonata could've opened up a tunnel between our two dimensions. There's Las Vegas, Los Angeles, New York or even Miami for fucks sake, there's more tourists attractions in those cities but no, they had to choose a backwater town called Boise, Idaho. So it was in this small and somehow tranquil town that suddenly all tranquility was chattered. Ever since The Shadow had appeared in Ireland, demon crossings had multiplied tenth fold, The Disciples were already scattered across the globe as it was. Ellie Grace, Matt Sloan and I had been dispatched from our previous location which coincidentally involved trying to stop a major demon crossing and we had been flown to Boise in an attempt to flow the stem of minor demons coming trough this portal crossing. But as it turned out or you might've guessed already it all went wrong from the first moment our helicopter landed in the middle of the town. Even before we touched ground, I had sensed a great disturbance in the force, Yeah, Star Wars reference, sorry. What I mean to say is that I sensed a disturbance in the magical barriers of our world and that's when Ellie said.
" We're too late ", heeding her words Matt and I looked down towards the ground from our chopper's side windows and indeed the scene that greeted us was something out of Dante's Inferno. Buildings were already destroyed and others were being consumed by raging fires that spread easily as a knife does trough butter across the town. But worse of all, we could see the remains of hundreds of human bodies and some still alive people were screaming and falling down in agony as they were being feasted upon by hordes of demons.
" Should we attempt to fight them? ", Matt asked us, Ellie just turned to face him, a serious grim expression on her face.
" We can't let them die, at least not like this, like sheep sent to the slaughter house ", she responded weakly in a suppressed saddened voice.
" Thomas ", Ellie turned to me, asking for my opinion.
Her eyes pleading silently with me, it was tough and hard to decide, believe me it was but our duty and calling to defend this world from the demon invasions came first.
" We live by The Code ", I stated in a authoritative tone of voice.
Ellie just nodded silently at me and turned back to face the window and continued to witness the mayhem, chaos and the wreaking havoc the demons were unleashing down below. Ellie didn't question my words, in the order of things I guess you could say that I was a Disciple of superior rank than Matt and Ellie, but it was probably because I've been with The Disciples longer than they had or it could've had to do with the other reason which we'll not get into more specific details right now. The Disciples had many rules and disciplines that we followed but none were more important than the rule stating that if a fight was a lost cause since the beginning. Then we as Disciples should retreat and conserve and reserve our magical powers and energies for battles we knew we would win or for any of the more major important ones. But such battles as the crossing in the small town of Boise, Idaho were deemed as not being worth the lost of the lives of any member of The Disciples. The Disciples were already vastly and infinitively outnumbered by the millions or maybe even trillion of demons in their own dimensions and with each newer generation providing even less magical humans with the potential to become Disciples. We just didn't have the numbers to fight every battle, when a Disciple was lost, it was a loss The Disciples could not afford.
