A dark figure sits on a golden, bejewelled throne, a golden crown upon his head, which contained 1 giant ruby in the centre. The demon still hidden by darkness, slowly raises his hands and snaps his fingers. Suddenly 4 beings, hidden by the darkness of the room, appear, kneeling before the figure in the room.
They were an odd group of 4, one was huge, about 7 feet tall and looked as if he was built of purely muscle, he had a singular giant horn that protruded from his bald head, tusks that protruded upwards out of his mouth and pale blue skin. He wore nothing but 2 gauntlets made of an unknown material.
The being next to him was shrouded head to toe in dark, black armour, their true form completely hidden apart from their 2 horns that stook out of their forehead and long silver hair. From the structure of the armour the being appeared to be female. On her back, was a blade the same size as her, which was black apart from the blade itself, which was a light purple.
The next figure was shrouded in what looked like a black, ragged cloak that covered their entire form. Next to them was a giant scythe, the handle made of a crimson red wood that had bumps and knots in it and the blade itself was made of a foreign black substance, not of this world. As a light of lightning crackled in the distance, the room illuminated, exposing the figures face. It was the face of death itself. A skull, with 3 horns, 2 at the side of the head and one in the centre.
The fourth and final one was quite small, it had a pale, sickly, green skin, seaweed coloured and textured hair, sharp jagged teeth and yellow dehydrated eyes. It was completely naked and skinny, so skinny in fact it was pretty much skin and bone. It had four small horns on its forehead and every 10 minutes its belly rumbled.
As they bowed before the hidden figure he spoke.
“The minions have arrived and have by now probably exterminate the filthy scum that populate this are. However, there are still 3 other places to invade, whilst manipulating the humans I managed to eradicate one of those, half filth half monsters, however the others were too much for the humans, their defences and environments were too tough. However now our minions are here, and they are far superior to filth.”, Bheldird roared in laughter, legs rising from the floor. After regaining his composure, he continued.
“Though it appears we’re missing a few hundred minions then planned, we will begin our operations. Famine...”.
“YES MASTER!”, The fourth and smallest demon said in a high pitched yet raspy tone, belly rumbling.
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“I want you to lead an army of demons to the northeast, eradicate the elves, there's plenty of snow there so it will be the best place for your abilities. Rampage through the land and devour as much as you wish.”.
“THANKS MASTER! I’ve grown sick of the taste of filth; I wonder what blue filth tastes like.”, A hideous and disturbing grin on his face.
The figure then turns his glowing purple eyes to the knight.
“War!”.
“YES, MINE MASTER”, a feminine and mature voice responded.
“Take your forces to the waste land where the miniature filth lives, the waste land is a harsh environment and their defence is strong, yet with your ability, you will be able to take that burly wall down by sheer force, once you do. Slaughter every last one of them.”.
“THANK YOU, MINE, MASTER. I will slaughter every soldier, woman and child that enters my path she responds as if she was committing the noblest of acts.
Finally, he turns to the big burly demon.
“Conquest!”.
“MASTER.”, a powerful and prideful voice echoes.
“Now I know you value your strength, as do I, however, I would like you to take your army to the southwest, where the beast filth lives and kill them all. This should be entertaining for you. I hear that they have the strongest warriors in this land. You should find a worthy challenge there.”.
“THANK YOU, MASTER. I will admit, I have been quite bored in this land, there is not as many worthy opponents as I had hoped for.”.
“What about I?”, a hollow and devoid of life voice whistled.
“A death. I have a job for you too, I would like you to reanimate the fallen humans' corpses... well those that are left, and we will use them as slaves in the new world of demons. A gift of our lord.”, bheldird says.
“I do, as you command master.”.
“Right, my soul generals, march, spread chaos and death amongst this accursed land. And finally let the rule of demons fall upon this land. Our rightful world. A world that was once ours.”. Bheldrid says, standing, arms in the air. As he does, a bolt of lightning crackles and he is illuminated before them.
He had short, messy white hair, scowling purple eyes, blue skin and 2 long protruding yellow horns from his forehead. He was wearing nothing but the golden crown that once belonged to the king of the humans, his figure was intense, he had bulging muscles and an eight pack, despite being a demon he looked like he had been carefully crafted by the gods themselves. As the flash of light began to fade, his generals stood up and departed for their separate tasks.
Back at the southern beast tribe village, the group all stand before Tia and Claire, who are riding upon 2 separate wolves, in the darkness of the knight. As the group bid their farewells to Claire and Tia, they ride off into the giant jungle, nervous about what they will discover. It will take them near to a month to reach the capital, by then would it be overthrown by demons, or will the humans still be safe but still under demon control?
Only time will tell.