Chapter Five
Raven looked down at the messenger, as she finished reading the
letter for the second time. Lucius had called her to present a
meeting of ‘so called truce’. She dismissed the messenger as Apollo
walked into the room; Apollo watched the tiny troll like thing scurry
out of the room, gladly of the he was not killed.
"Who, and what is that." He asked, sitting on the couch.
"I don’t know who that was, but it doesn’t matter he was a
messenger." She stated throwing the letter at him. Apollo read it
quickly, and glanced up at Ravens pale face.
"What do you plan to do about it?" He said at she sat next to him.
"If he wants war he will get it."
Hell’s legions were ready to march. The time had come, had
long in fact since past, when the bells of war once again would ring.
seeing the seething mass that is the Darkness unite in a common
cause: the annihilation of the five kindoms, the mortals. Armour that
had too long lain unused was now placed on once again, the swords
that might have seen nothing but rust in their scabbards now polished
to a shine and clasped in the hands of their masters. Beasts that had
long lain dormant in the regions of Hell were awakened, the masters
that would ride them into battle proudly watching their monstrous
pets. The companies underneath the grand princes were mobilized, the
smaller units that composed the greater whole filing into their ranks
proudly. Legions upon legions stood ready in burnished mail, weapons
refracting the light whose source could never be traced. The banners
of Hell’s lords, whipping in the blasting heat that suffocated them
in the Netherworld. From where he was perched on a high tower
overlooking the parade grounds, the army moved back and forth like a
wave. One could feel the charge in the air, electrifying. You could
almost pull the dark magic from the air and make something from it.
Below him, he could see the small form of Alika, on of his generals,
he would take the see, addressing his hordes. Alika was, on the
whole, not a very impressive figure to view from so far up.
It seemed that there was a hitch in his plans of world domination.
That speech he was giving was nothing more than a stand down to the
forces. After the decidedly disappointed looks that he am sure some
demons displayed, Lucius of all beings was summoned to stand before
the legions.
Lucius had wanted her to find the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. It
seemed that Hell would be unable to march against the world unless
the Horsemen heralded there appearance first. He thought of them as
the key, to the door that bars his passenger to Earth. Without them
to open the way, we would have to languish for another millennia or
two in Hell. Contrary to what most fiends believed, the Horsemen were
not a part of Hell and were most certainly not a part of Heaven.
He wanted her to find them, kill them with each drop of her blood the
gate opened and now the last had opened to key to hell.
Within the sea of faces, mine indistinguishable from theirs, he just
realized that the task he had been given was far more overwhelming
that he had first realized. He watches as is steed was brought before
him, as he climbed onto the horse’s back. His minions were marching
through the gate and he road on his stead through them, army marching
behind him.
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