Monster Legends: Inevitable Betrayals

Essence Transfusion

Author's Note: Mythics will not be at all included in this story and most likely not in any sequels or prequels. I do not particularly care for Mythics at this point, but this may change. Just a little comment in case anyone was at all curious.

"Nisael! Nisael!" shouted Soul Hugger, running down the main dark kingdom castle halls. "We just got a transmission from the Metal kingdom!"

Nisael swiveled his chair around to face his messenger. He had two four foot grey wings and purple robes that covered his undead body. He had been revived an insane amount of times, and remade by his creator, General Nishant. He had forced the general to serve him eventually, as his power and charisma grew. His golden breastplate blinded Soul Hugger as he walked in.

"What is your newssss," stuttered Nisael, his vocal cords damaged from the constant revivals that tormented his internal organs which deteriorated more every day.

"The metal kingdom has joined Scryb's rebellion. This means that the Thunder, water, and metal kingdoms have gone against Taiga, sir."

"Taiga...that ferocious beast. If I could have hissss head mounted on my wall, I would have slain him by now. That bastard killed my brother Ssssamael, did you know?" muttered Nisael.

"If course I do, sir. You tell that story once every month," said Soul Hugger.

"Tell Pierccccceid that I wish to send a small army to assisssst Scryb and his conquest. We are now against Taiga and his troops. May I somehow receive his corpssse and pluck out every hair on his body."

"Well, I think someone already did that, sir-" began Soul Hugger. Nisael sprouted from his chair in rage. He snatched his servant's armor and pulled him close.

"Who DARESSSS steal my vengeance!? Have them executed at once!" he roared.

"I'm afraid not. His name is Wyrmlad and is in Scryb's new personal guard. If you want to fight him, then do what you must," said Soul Hugger.

"Damn him to the pitssss of hell," cursed Nisael, his rotting teeth clenching onto his flesh.

Taiga's army had fled the scene, Kimber and Uriel leading them to safety. A few nature survivors accompanied them, including Grakon and Treetopog, a small dragon and an insectile beast. Uriel had last seen Silverleaf when Taiga had died, but he had since disappeared. No one had been in contact with him since.

"What can we possibly do now?" asked Uriel, blocking out further tears from damaging her speech. Kimber sighed, trying to keep her composure as well. She never thought Taiga would die that way, or that easily. Wyrmlad seemed to effortlessly slaughter the mightiest warrior Monster Legends had ever seen.

"No," Silverleaf had whispered to Uriel. 'What did it mean?' she thought endlessly. It had to mean something...

"I don't know...I just don't know...," responded Kimber, to Uriel's dismay. Grakon approached them, a hopeful smile on his face. Leaves were scattered on his skin, sticklike wings protruding from his spine. His little feet trotted on the path as they walked.

"I dunno, but I think we can pull it off," the dragon said, catching up to Kimber. She closed her eyes in annoyance, not showing any signs of interest.

"With Taiga's help, it'll be pretty easy," he added.

Grakon was knocked to the ground in seconds, with Kimber towering over him. Her knuckles were moistened with sappy blood.

"If you want to be funny, stay away from me," she threatened, leaving Grakon in the dirt. The dragon shrugged off the pain, seemingly not realizing his mistake.