Andrilison

And the arrows fell

The demons of Tafel stood in eager anticipation, desperately awaiting blood to coat themselves with. A horn split the sound of grunts. The Light had arrived. Tafel stood up from his throne and stumped down the great stairs flanked by his Chosen. "Creatures of the Abyss," He bellowed onto his army, "The time has come. We have waited to trample the light underneath our feet. We will hold, we will show no mercy and we shall not surrender till the mortal realm and those above are submerge in blood and quenched in fire!"

Before the gate stood the army of light. Rows upon rows of infantry with cavalry in front and archers behind. The purest of all was Lumière, General of all souls and on his right hand side was Aveuglant, Bearer of the Blinding Hope. "You're all hear for one reason, to quench the candle flame with your fingers and weed that sickly, unfathomable thorn in the dirt and leave the blind mouse to the cats. Go forth Children of Light and hand them their fate," Aveuglant proclaimed, "Catapults! Open fire!" With a groan and a thunk the catapults discharged their payloads. The light-doused rock pounded and clattered into the gate. Over and over again. Each individual impact rocking the ground underfoot.

Molten stone rained on the catapult troops from the walls. "Let them in! We show no cowardice!" Called out Tafel in the centre of his troops clad in his battle-armour and flanked by his Chosen. With a creak the gate opened readying itself for the hordes. "Ready! Lower poles!" yelled Lumière, waiting for the gates to open wide-enough. "Charge!" he ordered and the cavalry spurred their horses into gallop and charged the demon lines. By a quick order of Tafel they formed into a tight testudo outstretching their black pikes to the horses.

The front row of cavalry were caught in the wall and impaled. Horses cried out and soldiers were tossed and crashed to the ground. In the crowd of red and ash the next wave leapt over the pile of struggling souls on top of the walling troops. The hooves flailing into the demons plunging them into chaos. "Release!" ordered Lumière. On command a cloud of arrows were loosed and fell blotting out the sky and battered into the lines causing anything not covered in iron to be shredded. Tafel ordered the advance and Aveuglant charged his infantry into the mass and the battle erupted. The first of many battles of morality, the battles between the universes fundamentals. The battle is lost of the scroll and ink but fresh on the lips of bards. In the end we only know of the victor. Light triumphed out of the massacre and fixed the head of the Tafel's form on a spike to the gate. With its watery eyes and pale cheeks watching out as an example.  With the years of peace the light had the children expanded and made home for themselves in the mortal realm. Kingdoms and dynasties formed but as always evil came back. A weak individual let back in Tafel and his spirit. Whether through a ritual gone aerie or willingness of corruption the man now called the Nekromant gave his soul to the malevolent.