Fate Decides

Chapter 25

It took Hadus too long to realize what was happening. He'd been in Fiore too long, was too used to the way the Council Rune knight s did things. They had an order to their raids, a system he was used to, it let him work his magic, the council had ruined every magic user that could really stand against him.

Fiore was an easy kingdom to grow his own guild in. The alliance had fallen apart, he had planned to rebuild it beter than it had been before. Then the light guilds had attacked, on two fronts at the same time.

It had been something he had not been prepared for, Nightmare had lost so much it took everything he had to scratch together the pieces and keep his guild from flying apart.

There was no loyalty in the Dark circles, power was the only thing that kept dark mages together, along with some healthy fear.

So when his men came and said the fort had been breeched and they were being attacked. Hadus had expected simple Rune knights, he could rob the entire front line of their souls, sacrifice them and summon a hefty Hellborn to consume any that followed.

The Rune knights didn't know how to fight Hell Spawned beasts, they tried fire and all sorts of magics, all useless against beasts of hellfire filled with the rotting pain of the damned. These creatures were immortal, the only way to stop one was to send it back to hell.

As a Seith, he could pluck souls to feed into summons faster than any Rune Knights or Council special forces could figure out what hit them.

The possessed toy mage at his side could open gates, he'd been weak when Hadus had found him, enslaved him, but now the mans magic had been warped enough that he was very, very useful.

Grenlow had killed his dark Celestial mage, now that had been power, a fountain he could drink deeply from and pour creatures of hell out as fast as he could sacrifice souls through that mage.

Grenlow was retired in disgrace though, he would never step foot out of Bosco, White Sea was too loyal to their homeland. Leaving had been painful, Fiore was not like Bosco and Hadus missed him holeland, but it had been a kingdom rip for his brand of darkness.

There were no Seiths to worry about, the council branch here had killed them all. Mages that went through the ceremonies to become charged with Holy power infusing their magic did not exist here, Immaculate light existed only in a few churches here and there.

Ripe for the harvest of a Dark Seith with ambition. That was what he had found Fiore to be.

He'd grown confident, sure of himself, so much so he knew when he realized that he had realized too late what was happening, what he was really facing. The light should have warned him, never had attacks from the council come with such powerful light magic users.

Whoever it was even had a fucking Dragon Slayer that used light magic, Lunar light no less and the moon was up in a clear sky and nearly damn well full so the bastard was powerful as hell.

Just that one mage was destroying the central yards, flooding them with light so none of the dark creatures could come close and if they did they were either vaporized if they were small, or seared so badly they shrank back.

Then there was life, plants, green magic was everywhere, coming in so fast it was confusing his spawns, disorienting and frustrating them.

Runes, several kinds, some completely unrecognizable to his own specialist who stood before him screaming in fear until he ripped the mans soul out so he would shut up.

"Angels! Master, there is an Angel in the main hall! It's at least 50 feet tall, pure light, nothing can get near it! Our attacks are useless on it!!" That had gotten his attention, what the fuck could summon an angel?