The Spark And The Flame

First of Blood Yet Shed

He walked nearer, the darkness following behind him closely. Like a well trained hound, waiting to feed on what ever was unlucky enough to find itself in it's masters wake. It seemed alive, and swirled around, just like the monster that killed Theran and the vision he saw when he became a champion. It was something that would haunt Theran's dreams until the day he died. It all was so familiar, it filled Theran will a feeling of anger. This is how he lost his daughter; he made a decision right there and then that he was gonna finish this one. Theran looked into the glowing eyes of the man about to attack the city, it was just one man, and yet, he walked with confidence.

"Hello, child of the sun, this is odd, you walk, you fight, yet we know well the method of your death. We mourned the loss of the Nameless Soldier, you would have made a fine member of this side. But clearly, you are not going be snuffed out nearly as quietly this time" The man said calmly, but with an ever so slight chuckle at the thought of them using subtlety the first time. He was heard so clearly, even though he was still half way across the field, the guards still seemed to be in a trance and didn't even appear to notice him.

"You know, you and I are brothers, I am to you, what the moon is to the first sun. Both of us distant children of a god who has been lying to an entire pantheon since before the beginning of this miserable realm. But even the moon has never met the sun, and is wholly unaware of its brilliant flame, in that regard, I am closer to the sun. As you can see" He said, finally within a reasonable distance. He lifted his hand with an open palm, and held it there for a moment. Nearly instantly, every last guard on the wall yelled out in pain and started convulsing. Erupting from within them and escaping each of them was a flame. Their very souls were ripped from their bodies. The flame swarmed together, landing in his hand as he clenched it. Suddenly from the darkness, a beast emerged. It was the very same type of beast that attacked and killed Theran in Shafel. Only, there was something different about it along side its pure, empty black exterior, throughout were patches of flame. Giving it spots of orange and red along its huge mass. As it moved and ventured from the void behind the man, the fire started to grow and consume it, until it was completely made of flame. It rolling through the sky with exuberance, as if it was enjoying existence for the first time. This was cut short however, when the man pointed at a group of hypnotized passers by behind the wall. It immediately dived for them closing the gap in no time at all. Theran glanced back at the citizens and nodded to Filos, who without any further guidance ran in front of them, and just stood there in a relaxed pose, and didn't seem to be worried in the slightest. This was all Theran needed to see, but upon looking forward once again he was inwardly surprised to suddenly be face to face with the man, who seemed to be almost excited.

"By the way... my name's Cogitatio" he said, a mere inches from Therans face. Theran seemed completely unfazed, if anything, he looked sad. With out a moments passing Cogitatios expression changed to that of confusion, and a little of shock as he looked down. He didn't have a hard time noticing the sword sticking out of his stomach, with Therans hand still holding onto the handle. He looked back up to Theran, whose expression no longer conveyed any emotion, just a blankness, Cogitatio searched Therans eyes for any emotion, but it was cut short when Theran twisted the blade.

"I don't care. You cost me my daughter. And this is the only time I have had the to opportunity to vent, so for the time being, welcome to hell." Theran said, his voice unwavering.

Cogitatio, at that moment started to laugh, to the point were it seemed he would die sooner form lack of oxygen than the sword in is gut. "Ha, you and I are definitely brothers, intimidation, its loads of fun, but you laid it on a bit too thick there. Pity, it ruined the atmosphere there for me." He said, taking a step forward, pushing the blade up to the hilt. And in a quick motion, he twised his body until his side faced Theran, pulling the sword from his grip and almost cutting him with it in the process.