Escape From Evil

Chapter Six

Acheron sat in the corner in complete silence and waited. He had his eyes closed and his chin down on his chest. He'd been crouching in the same corner for two days and he was yet to move. The time had passed by swiftly because of his ability to fall into meditation so easily. He was in no hurry to get out, but if he could get out sooner rather than later, he wasn't going to complain. After all, if he didn't get out soon, his brother might think that he couldn't escape and send Demons to slaughter the Humans. He wouldn't be able to handle that weighing on his conscious so he did want to get out here pretty soon. If not to leave, then to help the Humans with their problems.

He drew himself from his reverie and opened his eyes. His meditation faded away and he rose to his feet. He was able to walk five steps to one wall and five more back. He tried making smaller steps, but it was still five there and five back. He didn't like small, confined areas. They reminded him far too much of his time in the Abyss when he'd been under attack from other Demons. Sometimes he'd found himself in confined spaces and he hated it. He wasn't afraid of confined spaces, he just didn't like them. Hell, who did like them? He couldn't think of a single person, but he supposed that there were people out there that would like small spaces.

The Chaos Demon shook his head and he snorted at his own thoughts. What the hell kind of rambling was that? He was thinking of his hatred for confined spaces while he was locked in a prison cell. Granted, he knew that he shouldn't be in there, but he also knew that he could get out anytime that he wanted. After all, he had the magic do to so and there were no magic dampening runes on the prison cell. It would seem that the Guard Captain trusted that he would stay in the cell and not use his magic to escape.

Thinking of that man, he stopped in the middle of the room. He had to admit that he'd been surprised by Tide and his level head. Then again, he was the commanding officer and he had to have a level head to be able to reach his rank. That was assuming of course that he had earned the rank and hadn't been given it. He didn't seem like that kind of man and he respected him for that. However, that didn't mean that he had to like the man, but for some reason, he found that he did.

Tide was a good man, that much he could tell. As far as everything else went, he didn't know. There was one other thing that he knew as well: he was a great warrior. He'd seen the man fight with his greatsword, and if he hadn't known any better, he would've thought the man was a Demon instead of the Human that he clearly was. He snorted and smiled a little. If the man had been a Demon, his skills and power would've rivaled even Acheron's. As it stood now, the man stood no chance against him and neither did any of the other Amazons. He had no doubt that they were a powerful people, but he was a Demon and Demons were well known for their power.

Well, Upper Flight Demons anyway.

The Lesser and Middle Flight Demons were less powerful. Just as they were less than Human looking, they were of a lower intelligence and of lesser emotions. They thought little and thirsted for blood, much like the Minions that the Upper Flights commanded. Of course, the Lesser Flight Demons were controlled by the Upper Flights of the Clan that they belonged to, but the Upper Flights never cared for the Lesser Flights. No, they were treated as cannon fodder and it didn't matter how many of them died. They could be replaced with one summoning spell that would bring ten more through from the Abyss.

That was the real power behind Dalkia and why they hadn't fallen long ago.

The Mages of Dalkia could summon anywhere from one thousand to one hundred thousand Demons from the Abyss at a time. It all depended on the strength of the Mage and the Flights that they were summoning. Lesser Flights were born of the Abyss every minute of every day by the thousands so they were in abundance to summon. Middle Flights weren't born as often, but their births were still pretty frequent. However, Upper Flights were only born every one hundred years and that made the Upper Flights of the Clans of Dalkia golden. They weren't expendable like the Middle and Lesser Flight Demons.