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He heard that cry from the one who mumbled in his sleep about "that damned village". One fellow that he did not yet meet in their long journey across the Sanctuary in the caravan. Now he needed help. MorteDor was like him: He looked for one thing and one thing only: revenge.

"Someone! Anyone! Help me out of my chains!"

MorteDor abandoned Simi and ran to him. He looked worst than ever, having perhaps a tiny bit of life in him left. MorteDor raised his sword and cut through the enchanted chains that have been draining his life.

"Get up! Follow me for cover!" MorteDor said.

Again, there it was. MorteDor felt it again. The righteous feeling was back to him. Maybe it was a key to his past, his identity, and his future. But for now, it seemed that he found a new group of warriors to follow. For now, it was them, and them only.

The minutes since their ambush could be described as nothing but chaos. Demons poured from the trees, prisoners joined the fight, and an Angel materialized to help them in their fight. As if the last remants of Heaven heard their plea, he appeared in a burst of light. Ignis knew he was not of the prisoners, no, this one has clean, polished steel armor. He shook one of the prisoners awake, which surprised even Ignis. Man must be important in the grand scheme of things, either that or he's the luckiest man I've ever known, Ignis thought to himself, wondering why the angel had singled out this man to assist.

His question would remain unanswered, as he was shaken back into action by screams for help, and of screams of pain. All around him the corpses piled up, both friend and foe fell in droves. Many prisoners had fallen already, the weak and malnourished having either served as fodder, or ran off into the bush. Some even tried to make a run for the houses before being overrun by the demonic beasts of burden, apparently they even knew how to fight.

As if in response, he felt a thunderous vibration on the ground, and leaped aside just as a pair of ebony horns carved the air where he once stood. The beast reared backwards, and stomped back down facing Ignis. It resembled a bull from some twisted nightmare, standing taller than Ignis and possessing more spikes than the chain he held in his hands. It charged again, horns down. Ignis lept aside once more, looping his chain around the beasts neck and pulling himself up onto its back. The spikes on his chain dug into the creatures throat, splattering blackened blood across the cobblestones. The beast screamed in pain, violently throwing Ignis off its back with a sudden jerk of its hind quarters. The chain did not give way, rending and tearing as the spikes loosed themselves from the creatures neck. It howled once more, charging but falling dead mere inches from Ignis.

Relieved he was not to die this day, Ignis set himself on helping the remaining prisoners. He heard a man screaming from the prisoners wagon, apparently his men had not freed them all of their bonds in time. He cursed their impotence, and rushed to the wagon.

Someone! Anyone! Help me out of my chains!

"Looks like somebody got to you before me, grab your equipment and fight if you can, or flee if you cannot. Ignis hoped the man would assist them, truly they needed all the survivors they could muster. Times were rough, but with demons eating others, angels wielding blessed swords, their bestial brethren aiding them, and their own human allies fighting alongside them, it seemed to Ignis the battle today would be won.

Desmond surveyed the chaos that was goin on aorund him. He smiled and relished this. He loved chaos and seeing the battle unravel before his eyes was a pleasure he had not felt in a vary long time. Desmond hid in the shadows and surveyed and studied the battle. He sensed something behind him. He turned and saw a huge hulking demon with a large horn ontop its head. He had glowing red eyes that saw Desmond while cloaked. Desmond dissapointed lashed out at the demon. The Demon ducked and avoided it with ease and then attacked back with claws of its own. Desmond avoided it quickly jumped on the back of the demon and stuck his claws deep into the horned demons throat. It squealed and fell. Desmond dissapointed it died quickly turned back to the battle. He watched and relished the chaos.

As the demonic bodies fell around him and the battle was won, MorteDor had one thing on his mind. And only one thing: To find his savior. He looked about, and scanned the horizon, and he called out "The one who saved me from a demonic cage for eternity, please come out to me. I want to offer my thanks!"

He sat and waited for the person to whom he owes his sanity.

Halcyon was awaiting his inevitable end as the disfigured slowly approached him. It rank of satisfaction and it's eyes signaled the fulfilling of it's demonic purpose. Halcyon's eyes started to blur from the pain: his shattered ribs moved easily in his chest cavity as he tried, without hope, to look for a savior... any savior.

Then he heard a voice, muffled, but it was there. He turned his head to see a bald monk standing quite a ways away, deep in concentration. His prowess, his mere presence felt divine, as if he had felt Halcyon's despair from wherever he was. A blur of green light left the end of the monk's staff and sliced right through the demon's body, spilling it's innards on the ground before it.

Halcyon was amazed. He wondered if his despair had caused him to vividly imagine his rescue, but this had to be real. The monk ran over to him and extended his hand.

"Come, brother, there is a battle at hand. We will tend to your wounds after."

Halcyon met his hand, but grimaced as he realized that it would require great determination to continue fighting. He stood up with the help of the monk, wavered towards the bloody corpse that was once a disfigured, and retrieved his sword from the carcass.

"I thank you, friend, but I'm afraid I may not be able to assist as much as I like. Even as an angel, I can still feel mortal pain."

Leaning against a tree for support, Halcyon tried to recuperate from the pain in his chest that was quickly running through his spine. He coughed an agonizing cough, and as his lungs expanded in his chest, the pain grew even more.

"This does not bode well, my friend. I can provide ranged support, but if a wayward demon makes his way up to me, I'll need some assistance. Are you up to it?"

The chaos around Bane soon become too much. The cries, the clashing, the thuds, and cracks overwhelmed him. The smell of blood from at least fifty bodies mixed in the air making any one of the unrecognizable. For the first time, in a long time, Bane felt the burden of his blindness. He stood motionless, unable to navigate his way through this battle.

A sudden crack to his ribs awakened him from this hesitation. He felt the hardened wood of a demons club make impact with his ribs. Bane cried out with a loud grunt as he feel to the ground from the impact. The ground beneath him did very little to comfort his fall as he laid upon it. Acting out of instinct, still unable to get a sense of the world around him, Bane rolled quickly to his left. The enemies club crashed into the ground, the crack emanating just an inch away from him.

Bane thrusted his hooves towards where he thought his oppressor would be but found nothing but air. He scrambled on the ground trying to get free when he felt the stern grip of his enemy grab his ankle. Swallowing his pride, Bane yelled out "Help!"

"Help!" Scorpius heard a cry. He looked in the direction it came from and spotted a large, powerful demon holding a club, standing over a goatman prisoner. Acting quickly, he sheathed the daggers, whipped out Stinger, took aim and fired two shots into its side, not fatal placements but in due course, the scorpion's venom will have its way with him. C'mon, give me some sort of sign you can fight! We don't have much time left. Scorpius thought, still standing over the convulsing Sabre Cat.

Bane laid helpless on the ground when he felt his captors grip loosen around his ankle. Bane heard the demon beginning to convulse. He heard the demon excrete his bowels and entrails from both his mouth and his ass. The splatter of the demon's innards were soon followed by the foulest stench Bane had ever smelled. Trying to hold his breath, Bane struggled to get himself back onto his hooves. He heard the demon fall to the ground as groans left his body from his mouth and exposed organs exploding.

Bane surveyed the area around him looking for his savior. Unknown to who aided him, Bane collected himself and collected his axe from the ground again, ready to charge into the next fight.

I'm pretty sure Zhar just said that the battle was won...



Waiting and meditating as the last of the demons were being slain around him, MorteDor thought again about his past. It all came down to his last memory, which seemed to a simple bird flying across a bright sky. Nothing else. The next one seemed to be recent, and it had him leave the Burning Gates of Hell and kill the innocent humans across the lands. Yet this rescue could be the first clue to his past...

Erragon found himself free of the chains that bound him. He looked up to the one who set him free. "Get up! Follow me for cover!" Erragon nodded, tried to speak but was still slightly weak. He could feel his strength come back to him slowly. Another came to him, "Looks like somebody got to you before me, grab your equipment and fight if you can, or flee if you cannot".

Erragon looked around and found his gear. Strength came even faster with each piece he put on. He found his helm, sword and shield, the last three pieces. Kneeling he prayed then put his helm on. His strength was once again what it should be. As he stood there he saw another one of his Angelic brethren. "They have not forgotten this place".He thought. Erragon let his wings flow once again, ready to charge into battle.

"This does not bode well, my friend. I can provide ranged support, but if a wayward demon makes his way up to me, I'll need some assistance. Are you up to it?" Halcyon said, obviously in immense pain from the wound.

"I will do my best to protect you." Cang uttered as he dashed off toward the battle.

*Cries of help. Clash of metal against metal. Splashes of blood. Tyrönn's dead body.*

Agnesh suddenly woke up, a searing pain splitting his head in pieces. He tried to look around, but his eyes were still unresponsive. He closed them shut and grabbed his head in his hands, calming himself. "This must be still a dream. The sounds are exactly the same." He opened his eyes, and recognised some of his fellow prisoners, and some other creatures fighting off the demons that had imprisoned him. Even if this was still a dream, Agnesh had to take action. Grabbing a sword that had fell by his side, he broke free. He looked around, realizing two things. His sickle and crossbow were stored in a cart nearby, and he was free thanks to an ambush, hence the smell.

He run to get his equipment, each step amplifing the pain in his head. He dressed himself in his leather clothes, strapped his sickle in his belt, and grabbed the crossbow and quiver. He tried drawing a bolt, but his arms were weak. He tried calling for help, but no voice came out of his mouth. His vision was starting to fail. Somehow, he was looking up. He had fell down. Everything started to go dark. Yet, the pain did not fade, and nor did the sounds of battle...

*Houses on fire. The crack of Trönn's head. The grin of the same demon that killed Tryönn and knock him unconcious. That demon. Agnesh had named him Pijn. He had to suffer. He had to scream. He had to die.*

Still affected by the intoxication, Mayh saw the bow wielder man protecting her shouting to a wounded goatman. Putting herself together, she stood still; even though she was still dazed.
"I can defend myself for now on...Leave me" Mayh said with guilty for being a burden in battle.

She positioned her back to a tree, avoiding any sudden attacks. She could search for a human body and use the remaining blood to meld her wounds, but the blood of dead humans is very weak and the dangers of getting in the corpse range were problably higher then waiting in the safe spot.
She felt something warm growing in her chest. If it was the body reacting to the poison or faith in victory, she didn't know.

This is no place to die was her last thought before charging in the battle field, just behind the man who saved her. Her body was wounded, but her soul was healed.

Sitting atop the demon she just killed Simi noticed someone approaching her. She started at him, sure if he was friend or foe for he was in the shadows and she could not see him very well. Then she saw his pretty red eyes and she remembered him. He came up to her and whispered "Time to fight!" . Simi smiled and looked around for another demon to nibble on and giggled. She was enjoying this. She spied a large demon and headed over running faster so she could leap on it, but it had fallen before she could get to it.

Awww, Simi wanted to rip it's leg off and slurp up its blood, she said disappointedly. Instead she shoved her claws into its chest and pulled out its heart. It was no longer beating but she ate it anyway. It was still tasty, she smacked her lips and licked her fingers.


She looked around but all demons were being taken care of, so she went back to sit on the demon she had killed. She noticed a few of the captives were being helped by the others but everyone seemed to be out of danger. She propped the leg she had taken up and rested her head on it.

As Ignis watched the last of the demons fall to their mighty onslaught, he bellowed a cry of victory, thanking whatever was left of heaven for their victory. He could not take time to relish their victory, for he knew the demons would come to check on their caravan if any of the demons managed to escape.

"Alright, humans and goatmen, you're hereby free. Come with us back to our encampment, we'll give you safe haven. Angels, you're free to do as you please, we do not expect anything from you, though know that we are fighting the hells and your assistance would be more than welcome. Demons, I don't know what it was you did to be imprisoned, but it's a safe bet to assume you're against the hells. I'll give you the same offer I gave to the angels." With that, Ignis addressed everything that needed addressing, and hoped they would get some able bodied fighters to join their resistance movement.

"Don't spend too much time here, the demons will no doubt be coming to check on their caravan. We leave within the hour, check for any survivors and get any equipment you need."

Desmond sad the chaos was over was intrigued by the humans offer. He decided to follow them in the shadows and see if joining the band of humans was the right decision. If not he could always try and stir up some chaos. Desmond had a strange feeling a feeling of being accepted by these humans. Desmond pondered on that thought. Perhaps joining them would be a wise decision. Desmond followed what he assumed was the human leader and started to study him.

Bane stood their in silence. He took in the senses the battle had offered. The rich iron blood, the sighs and groans of the yet-to-die, the warm air from the heat released by the warrior's body. He stood in silence, picturing the carnage that lay before him. Demon and human alike laid on the ground, the bodies no longer breathing or beating. His body heaved up and down as he finally got the chance to catch his breath.

"you're free to do as you please, we do not expect anything from you, though know that we are fighting the hells and your assistance would be more than welcome."

Bane heard the Human explaining their plans to the rest of the stragglers who had been freed. The idea of joining these humans, angels, and even demons made Bane's spine shudder. "Have I become this hopeless and desperate" Bane thought to himself.

He remained silent, curious as to who would join this group, this group who thought they would be strong enough to over throw the forces of Hell. This group who risked their own lives to save those of strangers, strangers of different races, ideals, and reasons. He stood there contemplating his choices. He knew by himself he was no match and could do nothing to avenge his slain family and town but were his odds of completing this goal any better with this group? What could he do? Would he even be strong enough to do anything?

As the questions poured into Bane's conscience thoughts, a familiar smell waved past his nostrils. His thoughts and questions instantly stopped as this smell took over his thoughts. Bane took in a deep breath, trying to take in every last drop of this faint aroma, the aroma of the roses growing within the forest. Their red pedals coated in crimson blood. Bane closed his eyes, regardless of his lack of sight to begin with.

As Scorpius relaxed and gave the Crimson furred cat some room, he heard the leader of their rescuers say something about giving everybody an option to a safe haven. As Scorpius started walking towards him to ask some questions, he suddenly remembered a mixture that he concocted that will help everybody recover from the skirmish with the demon slavers. Turning quickly, he ran to the caravan wreckage and searched. Here it is. Wow, completely intact, now all i need is fire and water. Grabbing his stuff, he ran to the leader. "Sir, I can help everybody here recover from the skirmish. All I need is water and fire. Could you help me?"

"Demons, I don't know what it was you did to be imprisoned, but it's a safe bet to assume you're against the hells. I'll give you the same offer I gave to the angels."

"Well those big dummies think Simi is bad and don't believe Simi when she tells them she isn't, so...Simi will be bad. Simi will help you. They will just hurt Simi so I stick with you...yummy smelling peoples." Just them her stomach starts rumbling and she looks around at her choices of food, raises her head and sniffs the air. She begins drooling. "All these tasty peoples around," she mumbles. She stops and smells the air again, pauses, "no..no..no Simi these peoples are your friends now, you must not eat them," she says to herself.

She grabs up the demon leg trailing behind her and rips off a chunk with her teeth, and gnaws on the thigh bone.

"Eat your snack Simi, not your new friends", she exclaims. The few people around her that heard smile warily as they head off.

The battle had finally come to a close, and the revolt on the demon guards was successful. Etapas, fell to the ground as his body had been pushed far beyond it's limits. It felt like he was traveling normally the entire fight, but he was traveling beyond human - no, beyond the speed of anything living. All his muscles were torn and he could no longer stand, let alone approach the apparent leader of these rebels. Instead he merely gave a grim smile and let out a small chant;

"We'll not be victims - nay,
There will be no victims of which to speak.
And only then, will we be free.
And up will rise the meek".

He hoped the others had heard him, and acknowledged that he would join their rebellious group. For he had a purpose - to kill every enemy demon he came across until he finds out the condition of his sister. He was well aware of her sacrifice, and the fact that she was likely dead, along with the rest of their clan. But he felt as if hope still existed, and with his new-found powers, he would do what he could to find anything out, no matter how insignificant it may be.