TCGP (part 2): My journey in the Grand grotto

Part 7

The next demon on our list from the Inner sanctum of our beloved moon is called orckish wargod Troshj, he is one vile character who does not stop at anything to gain power. He is also known as the main nemesis of "uncle" Dokeb and if ever they end up fighting each other, I hope to be there to help defeat him.

Troshj became god of his tribe by killing is father as he was sleeping, talk about rightcheous... His mother was still alive, but women cannot be ruler of this clan so she became her slave like any other He had this scary power of taking objects that are blessed and beautiful, transforming them into something so tainted that it has a filthy aura of its own.

One of the last demons we had data on was wargod Zidief the clown, Theraspy had not came in direct contact with him though... All we heard was that he played flute while his troops were in combat. Nobody who ever met him was still alive to spread any other worthy information in cities we had come across so far. There was not many of them, but god class level "bards"(also known as instrument players) were some of the most powerful gods on (and inside) Genova.

These guys were all wasted on blessed oranges just like a lot of people in Grand grotto it seems. Drugs were illegal on Diamond island and my mother was very prejudiced about drug addicts, so I needed to tone down her anger and see for myself if oranges (or any other drugs) are as bad as she tries to make me believe.

Blessed oranges unlike other drugs are however probably as devastating as their reputation shows from all the different studies I came across.

I had a lot of books at hand within the palace library but sometimes I did not want to take all the information for granted. I quickly understood that my mother's handbook was the most important piece I could rely on so far as we left Vim Cling. Everything I had read in there was as sharp as a brand new diamond blade.

At first I only wanted to read a bit from the notebook but I could not stop myself anymore. The next chapter described another creature we have almost no data on: Bazulwa, the lord of terror.

He claimed to be from the underground maze of terror. Another place where no one ever came back from...

Mom told me she saw some of those beasts and I could feel the fear in her eyes. They run fast, are giant four legged, four armed creatures spawned from a nightmarish realm she claims...

They were the main enemies of arkangel Niumai. A very nice antity I will have the chance to meet after weeks of travel from Thie Adisol (Dokeb's capital), as it was the next destinations drawn from the plan Theraspy had made weeks back.

I now needed almost against my will to leave this city as I had become friendly with this female Marula that seemed interested in knowing me just like the demoness from a few days ago, maybe because I was from a different region, maybe because I was a prince. I really could not tell and I did not really care to be honest as she did not trigger my curiosity that much on second thought, I needed to stay focused. Well that is what I felt like when I left this city. I said good bye to Dokeb (and all of the people I met there in between my studies), mother went with the traditional official farewell to Dokeb one last time:

"Catch you later" as she always says when she leaves somewhere.

He asked us (mother and myself only) to follow him to his quarters before we left and the last thing he did with tears coming down his eyes was give us a piece of paper that explained:

"I'm sorry Edega that I could not respect my promise, I really wanted us to rule this land together as one, however I will help your wife however I can, I promise".

Mother dropped a tear from her usually unshakable face and it stirred emotions in my stomach but I held everything in.

He handed a piece of bark with icy moss on it to my mother and said that whoever has "Sheme's life" in his possession, will be automatically be revived upon death. He could not bear to lose her on top of his best friend and would rather die himself before she did.

I hugged him for a moment and she did the same. The three of us were very emotional and we all sat close on a couch for about thirty minutes and said nothing.

Then they got up, he kissed his exquisite necklace, one she had given to him when they were much yougner and lifted it in the air as we were walking away. We would not see him for probably a little bit less than five years before we would be back.