TRA: A God's Sorrow

chapter 3: Grodaks change

Grall

The party stood in front of a large ornate gate. A blue hue shimmered around the gate, giving it an odd feeling.

"This is the gate to hell." Tyril said, he spoke with such calm, it almost seemed like they were about to go on a vacation to a spa. "What awaits us in there is demons, powerful beings that even the God's feared."

Grall, not wanting to wait any longer, stepped forward prepared to enter this hell. "I am not afraid of anything. My eyes show me that no demon is present at the gates, so let's be off."

With that, everyone entered the gates without a word, Grall in the lead. As they entered the climate changed from peaceful to chaotic. Fire lit the ground ablaze, molten lava flowed freely on either side, and bones littered the ground.

Ahead of them was a small path that led to a large stone structure, upon the stone structure sat a giant demon. As the group approached, unchallenged, the giant demon turned its huge head to look upon him. His eyes widened as they took in Grall.

"Wh.... Why is a God here?" The demon asked, it's voice trembling with fear.

"Do you know me?" Grall asked in confusion.

"Though you take on another body, in a different time, I'd know the God of death, no matter the cycle." The demon voice sounded less shaken, almost confident.

"Then you know I wouldn't be here unless I had my reasons." Grall replied, his hand on the pommel of his sword.

"Of course," the demon said, his voice trembling worse than before, "what is it you wish of me, oh God of death?"

Before Grall could speak up, Tyril answered the demon's question. "Demon lord of the first layer," Tyril spoke with such fear in his voice that it almost matched the demons, "we seek the one who has released the corpse flowers upon the material realm."

The demon's eyes shifted to Tyril, someone he didn't even take note of, and chuckled. "I do not know who it is that released those wonderful flowers upon you mortals," he said in a deep voice, "I only wish I was the one to do so."

His gaze shifted back to Grall, who now stood with his sword drawn, and spoke without the slightest sign of fear. "Why does this mortal speak for you, God of death?" He said, leaning closer as if to take in Gralls figure. "Is it because, perhaps, this is a new body that you gained only recently?" The demon let out a loud and sinister laughter. "That must be it. You no longer can use your powers because your vessel is to weak."

Grall, angered by the demon lords' taunts, began to step forward, his sword in hand. As Grall took the first step he found himself falling into a deep pit. Not just Grall, though, but the entire party was falling. Grall looked around as he fell, Tyril had been knocked out, Adrian was laughing, Imp was trying to use his magic, and Cass held Sakurako tightly as she flapped her wings trying to break the fall. It was hopeless, Grall realized, this was it. This was how they were going to die.

Grall awoke sometime later, his back ached from sleeping on the ground, but other than that Grall was fine. He stood up and took in his surroundings. The others laid not too far from him and we're slowly waking up their selves.

"Where is Tyril and Cass?" Grall asked as he looked around.

"Not here." Imp said in a nonchalant tone.

"Will," Grall said in a snide tone, "that's a no brainier."

"Then don't ask stupid questions." Imp yelled back, infuriating Grall.

"If you want to throw down," Grall said as he reached for oathkeeper, "then let's do it, little Dasari."

Imp chuckled; his laughter got on Gralls nerves. "You only want to 'throw down' because I'm powerless right now." Imp yelled back at Grall, eyeing him with disdain. "If Etherious was here, you wouldn't dare touch me."