The Lord of Night shot through the shadows within the encampment, he had spent the last few days eavesdropping on conversations around the camp and war meetings within the command tent. He was able to glean some knowledge of this small army that called themselves the Twilight Sanctum, and that they were hiding from another more powerful demon faction called the Ebon Concord.

The Lord of Night had frowned at this new piece of information, it was unsettling enough that there was a divide between his beloved people, but a faction calling themselves after the Ebonblight? With power almost overwhelmingly on their side no less, if the flitting snippets of worried whispers around the camp were any reliable.

This matter had turned out to be more difficult to solve than he had originally thought. As one of the eight Pillars, both his first and foremost duty to shield the world from harm and his overwhelming personal revulsion towards the Ebonblight, compels him to immediately eradicate any and all matter remotely connected to it.

Launched into a confused stew of emotions, the Lord of Night was still reluctant to mindlessly slaughter his own people, even if they had adopted such an ominous name, he should at least hear them out before passing judgement.

Huffing with irritation, the Lord of Night churned his incorporeal form angrily from the shadows at the mess in the outside world. He was already disappointed as he had failed to find his favourite demons leading this so-called Twilight Sanctum, so they should logically be on the opposing side.

He hoped for their sakes that they had not forgotten his hatred for the Ebonblight or that they could not come up with a good reason for the genocide of those under his protection. For they would find themselves face to face with the might of the shadows themselves and earn a wrath-filled earful of the Lord of Night’s disapproval.

The Lord of Night gave one last miffed grumble, before turning towards the busiest human city he could sense nearby and shot off through the void, in hopes of gathering more intel of the Ebon Concord before his appearance.

Although his return to the surface would probably not be accounted for and planned against, the Lord of Night preferred to be exceptionally more cautious regarding matters concerning the Ebonblight, plus his newfound vulnerability due to extreme mana loss and lack of information about this new era made him even more so.

The Lord of Night had a bad feeling about the Ebon Concord, right when its name first grated against his formless ears. Something in his incorporeal gut tells him that his presence may not be welcomed anymore.

Though this had turned out to be more than a simple smiting before naptime, The Lord of Night was grimly determined to do his duty and settle this civil dispute as soon as possible, personally.

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“What in the-,”

With not even a moment after metaphorically stepping foot within the human city, The Lord of Night was only spared a second to glance down at a tendril of magic when it clamped down on his incorporeal ankle, before it unceremoniously yanked him in the direction of its spellcaster.

Ashamed at his undignified yelp in surprise, shock jolted the Lord of Night once again at the sight of patches of blurred landscape bordered by the darkness of the shadows as he whizzed past. Anger flashed through him at the sheer audacity of whoever decided it was a good idea for their continued health to kidnap a god of shadows within his own domain.

The Lord of Night quickly commanded the shadows to catch him and resist the pull of the magic spell, only to widen his eyes in horror as his meagre store of mana failed to provide enough magic to even remotely slow him down.

Panicking, he thrashed unbefittingly of a Pillar and carved blades of shadow at the tendril, not even denting the strong magic tether. If anything, he was even accelerating past the beige brick turned green splashes of the woodland upside the shadows he was currently yanked through.

Horror, despair and fury he had not experienced in a long while, burst forth when he finally reached the end of the summoning spell, ripping him cruelly from the safety of his shadows, spitting great the Lord of Night out onto a summoning formation in the terrible outside world.

The first thing that hit the raging Lord of Night was that blasted sunlight, searing and burning him from all angles, he screamed in pain and roiled against a barrier between him and his beloved shadows.

Roaring in absolute bloodlust and desperation, he churned and slammed into the shield spell over and over in a frenzy. Ignoring the muffled shouts of humans on the other side of the shield spell. He desperately needed to return to the shadows before stupid sunlight finally killed him off for good.

The Lord of Night howled in pain and madness, as his attempts at breaking the shield barriers succeed only to find that the blasted humans had replaced and added multiple layers of shields and containment spells, wrapping him in a nigh impenetrable cocoon.

Which was only impenetrable in his current state of mana exhaustion. Highly frustrated and in unbearable pain as if he was cooked alive, which he kind of was, he blindly kept at the barrage of attacks for what felt like ages - anything that would stop the hurt of sunlight on his already weakened form.

Utterly spent, the Lord of Night could barely move or resist as a cold spell promptly wrapped around his neck and breached his corporeal form, clamping down hard around his soul. He only managed to struggle weakly before the spell briefly crushed his mental defenses and, to his exhausted surprise, actually bound his divine soul in a slave contract.

The Lord of Night weakly registered the new cold cool chains softly tug at his soul, now raw and drained of mana, he slumped down the side of the barrier, shivering at the coldness and violated feeling within his soul.

The once mighty Lord of Night curled up on his side on the bottom of the shield spell, nursing his badly wounded form, and with consciousness eluding him, he was dimly aware that it had somehow turned into nighttime.

The moonlight and its accompanying myriad of stars sparkled above, as the Lord of Night finally succumbed to his exhaustion and drifted asleep before he could exhale another breath of mixed relief and dread.