A Demon's Heart.

Chapter forty-two: Ritual for hell

Meanwhile in Dawnfang....

-"Get me off here assholes!!" Aliana was yelling at the Keys, she was on a stone table, in the top of a small clearing with a circular floor made of stone, embedded with magik markings and the like, the place was huge. Even bigger than the capital of the Isle, Pride. There were columns and pedestals, holes, squares, it all indicated to be a great door, and the keyhole was the stone table were Aliana was lying on. This is where the demons came from, the pillar's origin. The only demon that couldn't escape was Heindall, the King of Hesade.... This place was The Gates to Hell.

-"I'm so sorry! It wasn't me I swear!" Armen was on the floor, tied up and screaming his apologies.... Angarthia was preparing the ceremonial knife and Wellerea appeared....

-"Finally you are useful for something, lesser Key....." He smiled and Angarthia only growled at him. "Control yourself animal. Filthy sinner." Wellerea was calling the ironic to Angarthia, but after that, both of them went silent... "Why didn't you bring him here?"

-"I wanted to see him suffer, to see his stupid Priest friend die, and see his apparent lover disappear by the hands of who was his friend of the Keys, I wanted to ruin him, and I did." Angarthia smiled as he said this, it sounded like poetry to him.... Without the rhymes, or the charm.... Or.... The poetry.

-"That doesn't answer the question, Sinner. Although I must say, it was impressive." Wellerea smiled and petted Angarthia's head, before having a small cut in a split second on his hand. "Oh...." He smiled, and licked the wound.

-"I don't have to bring something that will eventually come to me.... Do I?" He laughed. They both laughed, it was beautiful.... Aliana was screaming now, and Angarthia had to ask. "Why the hell are you here anyway? It's our portal, our moment...."

-"Oh you know, inspecting, making sure the portal is proper, all that shit...." Wellerea lied...

              Asleroth was recovering strength, he started jumping great heights and lengths from province to province, before fully being able to transport.

-"I'll make sure our King returns unharmed." Wellerea continued, as a strange shadow appeared before them.

-"The dog came to his Master's lap.... Come here doggy." Angarthia started laughing.

-"It is common to confuse a dog with a wolf, Sinner." Wellerea spat out, looking at Asleroth, who fell to the floor when the transportation was done.... He was exhausted. But angry.

-"What difference is it there? After all, you can skin both and leave the corpse to rot, all the same." Angarthia was nervous, he thought he had the support of Wellerea, one of his Lords. He was wrong.

....

-"I see your ignorance is intact, Sinner." Asleroth said, gently bowing before Wellerea, one of  his Lords.

"Ignorance is bliss, as some say...." Wellere added, making also a small bow to the Key. "Well now, this is between you guys, so I might leave for a while." Wellerea said as he watched Angarthia panic at these words. Before Angarthia could say anything, he was gone.

-"Trust me, Lord of Space.... This is not about him, its about her." Asleroth said as he vanished and appeared in front of Aliana, taking the ropes off.

-"Predictable...." A dagger was now thrusted into Asleroth's back, he collapsed in complete pain, as he saw Angarthia tighten the ropes once more. Aliana when she saw Asleroth fall, spat the face of the Sinner. "You fucking bastard, I'll have you down for more than a hundred years!" She said.

-"Shhhh, let's not make it that long, after all, there won't be a world in which you could reborn again." Angarthia then took Aliana, and stabbed her in her chest.... Her screamed echoed through the universe, a  demon hunter, being hunted by a demon. An ankhel, almost killed by a Daermorah. The strike didn't kill her right on, it was near the heart but not on it, Angarthia knew this, he needed the blood, and it was not blood from a dead body, but of a lively one.

Asleroth managed to take the knife out of his back, and began glowing orange, and red.

                Blood dripped to the floor, like a dancing river, the blood as red as garnets... blood mixed with tears.... Began flowing, to the ritual floor. As this was seen, Armen smelled it and went berserk once more, taking off his bindings and teleporting to where Asleroth was. He took Asleroth by the neck, and as he was glowing more and more, he made Asleroth look at him as he took a sip of the blood. Armen laughed, and looked at Angarthia, who gave him a nod.

                 In one second to the other, Asleroth was flying from the table to the corners of the massive stone floors. When he finally fell, he crushed the ground beneath him and used it as an advantage, Armen was walking slowly towards Asleroth, glowing blue and green, while his face was deformed by a huge, maniacal smile, Cahill was definitely there. Asleroth couldn't contain it more, and let it be. He suddenly shined up red and orange, more than ever before and made a pillar of the same colors from the ground, to the skies.

Angarthia smiled, sealed Aliana's wounds, with some of his powers, but not entirely, so she could suffer and die slower than before.

-"It's done. ARMEN, come! The time has dawned!" Angarthia felt happy for the first time in Eras. Armen quickly forgot about Asleroth and came closer to the stone table. Angarthia then began glowing purple, and the tear-like scars from his eyes turned red.... His only eye turned purpler than before, and now it was done.... The three Keys, opened the Gates to Hesade.

                The ground began to shake, and the stone floors began shifting into a giant hole with stairs in a circular fashion, then down there, in what appeared to be a patch, covered in ice, was the damned Door itself.

                 Wellerea appeared, and said. "None of you lesser idiots come close, it was designed to be opened by a Lord. But.... You are Lord-Keys, not a major Lord, so please, allow me." He laughed. Angarthia and Armen stepped aside, as Wellerea opened the door.... Strong icy winds came from it, and muffled screams and laughter were heard.... Screams of victory were louder as a figure covered in black mist came out of the gates....