Core: The Underworld

Eireann

Eireann held her sword steady, tail flicking, eyes unblinking as she stared at her enemy. The man with horns stared back, with equal stillness. Eireann blinked. He charged. Their swords clashed, sparks flying. His speed was equal to her strength, making them a match. He disappeared from her sight, but she was ready for his strike, her left back leg kicking out.

It connected with the demon's torso, strength of a draft horse behind the kick, his bones crunching under the heavy hoof. Eireann lifted her head in triumph, rearing off the ground, front legs kicking high. The black body came down with a thud, marking the earth. A clap from behind Eireann, drew Eireann's steel gray eyes.

Two younger males stood there, with a woman, who was clapping. "Another demon down!" She cried. Her long blonde hair breezed past her waist, long ribbons tied in the locks. Eireann smiled, then slid her long sword into her sheath. Her horse half stomped it's hooves, before she moved towards her friends. The woman smiled dearly up at her, pink eyes glowing in the setting sun.

Amor, a Cupid. The daughter of Aphrodite and an angel. Her long hair was in a half up, the braided parts with flowers in it. Her skin was pale, with freckles dotting her exposed skin. Sun Kissed, as they called it in Eireann's home land. A true beauty.

The two males, one human, the other a wolf. Humans were a rarity in this world, having been killed by the other Creatures.

Matthias, human. He had come with Eireann, a childhood friend from their land, pale skin almost glowing in the fading sun. His dark hair nearly matched the starry sky, his soil rich eyes staring up at the centaur.

Boris, lycanthrope. They found him a few months ago, Eireann almost killing the man. She hadn't seen him in the darkness, black skin almost impossible to see. His equally dark eyes stared up at her.

"Good job. But he is not down for good." Boris said, voice thick with an accent of the southern lands. Eireann turned, horse half getting nervous, tail flicking and legs twitching. The demon was getting up, back broken. Eireann gagged. She really hated demons. She approached the man, rearing up and striking him down again, this time putting her entire weight on him.

Blood splattered, guts oozed from his body. "Ew, Erin." Amor said, looking away. Eireann rolled her pale eyes, before moving away from the most definitely dead demon. Boris approached them, claws out, in case he moved again. He bent down, eyes shining a deep yellow. His hand flicked out, ripping something from the demon's neck.

"Ah. He was part of the Knights." Boris said, as he stood back up, holding a necklace out. Matthias and Amor came over, to look, while Eireann leaned her human half over, eyes taking in the complicated curves and sigils of the necklace.

"Seems he was on a mission." Eireann pointed out, front hoof kicking a scroll towards the group in front of her. Matthias picked it up, fingers gently holding it away from the blood, as he unrolled it. His brown eyes flicked over the words, nose wrinkling a bit.

"This part is a bit confusing. It's in Demonic, but that's not the problem. It just doesn't make sense." He said, holding it out. Eireann took it and read over it. Contrary to the Creatures that speak and read the language, Demonic was a very soft and soothing language. The symbols were simple lines, placed in elaborate shapes. To a normal eye, it would look like art. But to Eireann's and Matthias' it created words.

"'The oath spoken by an Angel's breath, the promise created by the Demon's blood and the vow forged by the Human's soul.'" The Centaur spoke, reading it off.

"Sounds like a prophecy." Amor said, clasping her hands together.

"Or a riddle." Boris said, the words sharp, towards the half-angel. Amor pouted but rolled her pink eyes.