Tale of the Twilight Warriors

Chapter 9, Djevara, The Plague, and Ozain

     The Plague and Djevara had almost instantly ingaged in combat, a demon fighting a titan seemed unheard of, and based on steryotypical size and might standards, the Plague would clearly have the upper hand.

It kicked Djevara across the field tearing up the already destroyed dirt, rushing over only to slug Djevara forcing him into the ground. "Such a foul creature." Djevara cursed, spat in the Plagues face, which only further enraged it.

"Well, good job, we as a team managed to release the cause of all disease apon the world, but it's okay because we tried." The blind warrior laughed hardly.

"How the hell is that okay?" Gabriel asked, but couldn't help but laugh as well.

"Oh, because, a demon of Djevara's standards wont lose to a Titan, nope. No way, we're gunna have to take them both out ourselves, one way or another they'll both simply walk away before they finish one or another." The blind warrior started walking towards the battle between the Plague and Djevara.

Djevara breathed out a horde of black bugs that seemed to eat the composition of matter in every inch they moved, turning the area colorless, forming a void of empty space and empty purpose, when the bugs touched the Plauge it did nothing. The Plague simply ignored the fact, that his left half of his left shoulder was being decomposed, instead it rampently kicked the hell out of Djevara.

As the Plagues arm faded away, and the air around it did as well, it seemed the Titan could not move. "Urgh..." Djevara writhed on the ground, "It's a good thing I'm a demon, and I don't care about anything but death, you are a terrifiying creature.." Staring into the eyes of the Plague, Djevara stood still doing nothing, intimidated, afraid...

The shadows seemed to return to the sky, as a dark orb formed from the shadows around the mountains, "Well... this is unexpected..." The blind warrior had stopped around thirty feet away from Djevara.

"Oh, not you again, you're not going to bind me in chains again are you old man..?" Djevara just sat there, "No, but I think after what's about to happen, happens you'll wish I did. He vanished into the silver mist and Re-appeared by the rest of his team whom were half way to were he was already, "Do not move.." He stated coldly.

The dark orb formed a rift, that ripped open wide, a black swirling vortex from the deptdths of the darkest place in exsistance. One man stepped out, clad in black, his armor thorned, cape torn, blood covered his edge.

"It seems, that Thaddious wishes, to have both of your souls..." The man spoke silently.

"And you are, Puny mortal?" Djevara stared into the soul of this man, the soul was jet black, without a doubt he was formed of pure evil desire.

"I am, Ozain, Thaddious's cheif of his military squadren, and I am here to take your souls, for the lord himself." Ozain did not wait a second, he lunged his blade into Djevara's foot. "Bah.." Djevara kicked Ozain into the Plague who was slowly fading away.

"Oh.. your flesh, is impenitrable, how about those molten spots eh?" Ozain vanished into a shadow reappearing by Djevara's hand, floating in the air, he stabbed his blade into the molten part of the beasts flest sending Djevara into a fit of pain, then a fit of rage. Djevara quickly smashed Ozain into the dirt. Ozain though, did not care, he simply vanished into the shadow again re-appearing near another weak point and lunging his sword into it.

"We should stop him before Thaddious does happen to get the souls of some of these stronger beings.." Gabriel looked at the Blind warrior.

"We will, then the time is right." He replied, saying nothing more.

Djevara breathed the black breath onto Ozain, it did not bother him that pestilance pecked away at his skin, instead the bugs simply entered his body and furthermore darkened his soul.