World Without Song

Chapter 3: Devour Evil

In Ephrastill, three of the Archfiends gathered.

One was the colossal Megaron, who was considered the strongest.

The next was Nada, who was the oldest.

The last was Tigerion, who was the repulsively protective type... also considered fairly strong among the thirteen.

Megaron was a castle type Adversary who floated above the ground in a sitting position. He was completely humanoid, with an eerily calm and smiling face.

Nada had no monstrous features, in fact she was a beautiful woman who had extremely long dark hair, and her eyes were a deep blue color... Nada had an overbearing personality, in that she wanted to comfort everything in existence... as long as it was a man.

Enemies or allies, that didn't matter to her, she was also very honest about the entire affair and never saw reasons to lie.

Tigerion was a humanoid white tiger with green spots in his fur and yellow eyes.

He wore nothing, save for a coat made of some unknown animal.

"The Black Saint is on the attack." Tigerion started the conversation.

They stood around the inner sanctum of the mountain, well, except for Megaron, who was at the foot of the mountain, though, due to his size he was easily peering down on the sanctum from the top.

"Is he now?" Nada replied while playfully draping herself over Tigerion.

"Now is not the time to play around!" Tigerion roared.

"You're no fun." Was all Nada said in response.

"Get on with it." Megaron commanded with a soft voice.

"As I was saying... Belderion's successor, the Black Saint... Yhidawach!" Tigerion settled on just using the person's name instead of his titles. "Yhidawach has become quite aggressive. He's killed Brahmastra, Savagant, Nidala and Zackwell. Our last reports have him en route to kill Vestrus. What should we do?"

"Let him come. He's just a human. Successor to our seal or not." Megaron advised inaction.

"I think we should let him come to us... I want to see the man that is solely responsible for the death of... how many now?" Nada added.

"At this point even hundreds of thousands might be too small a number. If only it ended there... He has been killing so many that we can no longer find replacements in the high ranks. He is hell bent on killing us to the last." Tigerion elaborated further.

"Now that is what I call a turn on."

"Well... I can see where you're coming from, older sister... But while I do hold some respect for the man as a warrior, I cannot stress enough how dangerous he is to our continued survival."

"If he worries you so much then I will just crush him!" Megaron shouted.

"Please stay focused. The fact is that he knows the locations of our generals and is wiping them out. We have no replacements at the moment and it would take us at least a decade now. So once he goes through them... and he will. His sword will turn to us."

"... I still think that we should let him come to us." Nada said as she shrugged. Since she was nude, the gesture made her bosom bounce, revealing the mark under her right breast, a black wing.

"The rest of us are scattered. At best it would only be the two of us against him if he makes it past Megaron... The others might fall before us, since we're the farthest away from him at all times."