Andrilison

The First Battle of the Abyss

Hegel and Saundra rushed to the sides as the creature charged them. It ricocheted off of the wall stood identifying a target.

"What are you?" Hegel called at it.

"I am Golmatoth, Trumpeter of the Apocalypse," he swung at Saundra just narrowly missing his head, "Herald of the End Times, Lord of Eternal Night and Weilder of Cataclysm." He jumped into Hegel and slashed with the spear. Hegel tried to dodge but wasn't fast enough. The spear slashed through his chainmail and cut deep into his stomach and chest. Blood spurted out onto the gold floor as the body flew through the air and crashed to the ground with a metallic thud. Saundra sprinted over to him. Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth and from the gaping wound concealed under the metal rings. He let out one final rasping breath before his head fell back. A sudden thought pounded into Saundra's brain. Where was- Golmatoth shoulder slammed Saundra a few feet away from Hegel's corpse. Within seconds the demon had pounced on him and grabbed him by the throat. Feeling the air flow out of his lungs he tried desperately to squirm free but it was no use. The sword slipped out of his air starved hands. Five shadows appeared in the centre of the room by the throne. From the floor oozed five demons of Golmatoth's appearance. They were smaller but more agile. Saundra was dropped a few metres in front of them, gasping for air. The lesser demons materialised wraith swords, void blades of the purest black wrapped in a misty black vapour. Saundra stated in despair as tears flowed down his face.

"Feast my children, feast."

Outside, the soldiers in the ring were keeping back a mob of angry townsfolk. Some advances were made but they were quickly pushed back. The tower doors on all four corners were blasted open. Golmatoth strode out convoyed by his children.  In his hand he held up to pale and bloody heads.

"Soldiers of Andrilison! For obstruction of the peace the condemnation to death has been given!" His children charged into the back of the circle. Their swords cut knights in two with each swipe. The townsfolk charged in as well. The  battle lines crumbled in minutes. Chunks fled back to the boats while others just ran in any direction they could see. Others just stood waiting to be cut down or did it themselves. Within an hour what was left of the army had either escaped or was lying dead on the ground.