The Primordials

Three

"A vessel." Caul echoed. "A human?"
Rahea nodded. "A young boy born of incest. Practically tailor made for him. Cabal is using the boy to regain what power he has lost."
"What happened next?"
"With a physical body, Cabal could now set his plan of bringing what is left of humanity to its knees. He brought fourth plagues, creatures from the bowls of darkness, doing everything he could to bring the Citadel under his control. The Primordial Army reacted and as we speak the battle continues. But I am unsure of how long we will be able to hold on. So many of us have died already and the rest of us are all but powerless."
"So why did you risk coming here?" Caul asked. It was only now that Rahea looked at him.
"Aon made sure that nothing can kill you. I think you might be the one warrior Cabal cannot destroy."
"You traveled here based on that assumption?"
Rahea frowned. "Not just that." Cabal raised his brow in a questioning manner. "There is one place that remains out of Cabal's reach. Perhaps the most powerful place in existence." It took a moment for Caul to register what she was saying, but when he did, he felt his heart drop into his gut.
"You're talking about the Underworld."
Rahea nodded. "You are the only living thing that has entered the Underworld and come back. I need you to guide me there. If Cabal reaches the Gates before I do he will have power over Death itself."
Caul wasn't sure how to answer. He stared at Rahea his mouth agape. She kept talking. "You got through the Labyrinth. No one, mortal or god, had done that before you."
And I was banished for it.
"I have no obligation to help you," he finally said. It was not what Rahea wanted to hear.
"You do not care about-"
"No." He cut her off bitterly and rose. "I do not care what happens to the Primordials, or to humanity. Why should I? I have no ties to either."
"Oh? Wasn't that pretty thing of yours a mortal?" Before he could stop himself, Caul lunged at her, his fist poised for striking her smug face. He missed by a fraction and his knuckles collided with the cave. He sensed her presence behind him and turned sharply. This time she wasn't fast enough and Caul shoved her against the wall, wrapped his hands around her throat and lifted her up. At the sight of her gasping and her nails clawing at his hands, a wave of sadistic satisfaction rushed over him. He remembered her look of self righteousness at his Trial as he knelt, chained in front of the Primordial King, on the verge of tears, pleading for a different sentence. He had resented Aon for exiling him, but he hated Rahea for her part in deciding his fate. Aon had consulted his sister on the appropriate punishment for Caul's crimes. When the words exile and immortality left her mouth Caul heard himself cry out in horror.
He was enjoying the look of pain on her face a bit too much. Which was why he was so shocked when an unseen force pulled him away from her. His hands released her neck as he was dragged through the mouth of the cave and thrown against the ground. He couldn't move. Even if the fall hadn't knocked all the air out of his lungs there was something keeping him in place and no amount of struggle was going to help. His cheek was pressed against the sand but he could still see the entrance of the cave. Rahea staggered out, a hand clasped at her neck.
"That was uncalled for."