TRA: A God's Sorrow

Chapter 15

Imp

After Grall jumped into the portal, Imp quickly shut it as to not allow anything else to come through. He then turned to leave, ignoring the gaping jaws and questions the dasari and Pyroniams threw at him.

He quickly made his way to Whitewater where he found Grodak sitting in his room wide eyed. The sorrow the orc emitted made it hard to breath and Impartis found himself bitting back tears. Shaking his head, trying to clear it of all thoughts save one, Imp approached Grodak.

"I was wrong." Imp felt mildly disgusted hearing those words spoken with his own voice. "Marik was never The Reaper, its Grall."

"I know." Grodaks spoke with great sorrow, his voice seemed to crack as he fought off tears.

"Hes gone mad, Grodak." Imp spoke with the kind of kindness you find from a good friend. "He came to me demanding to be sent to hell, for what reason, I do not know."

Grodak looked into Imps eyes, the tears that he had been fighting back for so long now seemed to pour out uncontrollably. "How long ago?"

"A few minutes."

"Then we must get ready to battle him-" Grodak stopped as he saw that Imp had more to say.

"He released something into the air, Grodak. I do not know what it is and dare not try to investigate it. It seems to absorb magic and kill all those who it touches." Imps voice seemed more urgent then he meant it to, but he did not care. "We need to evacuate everyone into a pocket dimension until its over."

Grodak now appeared to be angered by Imp, the very thought of hiding away until the danger passed was ludicrous. "I will not hide away as the world comes to an end, Impartis."

Imp flinched at the way Grodak spoke his name. Since their meeting, Imp had never heard his full name spoken by the orc.

"I am not suggesting you run," Imp said as anger clouded his eyes, "I am only suggesting we evacuate those who do not wish to fight and those who do not have the means. Do you want the women and children, the elderly and sickly to fight against The Reaper, your brother? If so," Imp stood up creating a portal to his own kingdom, "then I will not stick around to watch."

Grodak grabbed Imp as he tried to step through the portal and threw him against a wall. "How dare you threaten me." Grodak shouted, his anger now overtook his sorrow. "Do you not think I can deal with Grall myself? I am stronger then even the Gods. I am the last living perfect being and I will not coward in front of anything, even The Reaper himself."

Imp stood up, blood dripping from his forehead. "Then do it." Imp said as he ignored the blood that dripped into his eyes. "Do it but do not involve your people. If they stay then they will fall pray to Gralls powers."

Grodak stared at Imp for a moment in silence. He had known what he must do but didn't want to admit that Imp was correct.

"Fine." Grodak gave a show of giving in. "Do whatever you want. I need to prepare for the battle that lays ahead."

"We do not-" Imp stopped short of what he was about to say as a strange and unfamiliar feeling came over him. He had been experimenting with the structures of hell and, at one point, even made a connection with hell. When there is a change with the structure of hell, Imp would feel it.

"My Gods." Imp spoke so low, Grodak hadn't even noticed. "Grodak, Grall just killed a demon lord."

Jaxale

Jaxale and Dronde were soaring through the air when they saw Adrian rushing towards them. "I wonder what that's about?" Jaxale mused, he hadnt bothered to raise his voice for he knew Dronde would hear him. "Humans usually don't move that fast unless there is a fire or something on sale. Wait. Is there something on sale? Dronde, bring us close so that the human may lead us to the sale."