• Lost of Leberai

    Part lll: Hath Hell No Fury

    When an eternity seems to pass, Rakashael is stirred from her rest. The one who woke her is another dark figured superior named Hallendria.

    "Come, bring your sword."

    Immediately Rakashael grabs her sword and follows Hallendria to the western edge of Leberai. There upon the distant clouds seems to accumulate a dark void. Rekepes, (Rehkehpays) the keepers of Hell's path to the planets, gather with Rakashael and Hallendria. Soon they are joined by Guilderek, and even Amoranth. It dawns upon Rakashael what awaits them. Hidden in that distant void are demons and ones who summon them. Somewhere in the worlds, someone or things are trying to conjure a portal. This means that for the Selegania, a great battle hangs in the air.

    Amoranth looks at Rakashael who seems to boil with hate. "Those creatures... filthy bastards!!" She growls.

    "Cease your thoughts. Emotion-filled piglet." Amoranth spits at her.

    "Hold your tongue beast! Know you not to whom you speak?" Rakashael seems to hiss in a different tone of voice. Even her eyes seem darker.

    Amoranth's head tilts slightly, he seems almost surprised. Rakashael's gaze becomes fixed upon the growing mass. As the void consumes half the sky; heavy thunder seems to ripple throughout the still air. Suddenly from that darkness pours demonic locust and flies. Their high pitched shrieks tear through the sky and they hurdle toward Leberai. Just before the horrifying horde of pincers and fangs can reach the western edge; Amoranth steps forth and swings his arm. In the air before him shoots a light blue mist. Sinisterly it travels at high speed toward their foes. Like water balloons hit a cement side walk; the demonic parasites splatter into the blue mist Amoranth conjured. From the void then hurdles ox-like demons. They have massive black feathered wings, huge bodies, big red eyes, and colossal steel horns. Baying and roaring, the ox-like demons rumble toward the Selegania. Suddenly Rakashael aggressively draws her sword and leaps toward the onslaught of ominous oxen. Her great broad sword swings into the first foe's chest. Using it's now corpse as leverage, she launches towards the next enemy to her right. She easily impales it in its head. Retrieving her sword in rapid succession, Rakashael slices into several skulls. Despite the demons seeming skill; in a matter of minutes she impales, chops, and slices the limbs of demons left and right. The scent of blood, sweat, and metal in the air begins to awaken what seems to be an alter-ego. Rakashael's eyes start to turn neon green and her hair seems to take on the personality of fire. Already she has rather easily cut through the front lines of these beasts.

    "Hath you Hell no fury? Hath you none to match my scorn!!!!?" Rakashael roars.

    Skillfully she swings, thrusts, and buries her blade deep into the hearts and skulls of her enemies. These vile beings fall in ones and twos at her massive power. Upon her last victim's corpse; Rakashael jumps back onto the cliffs of Leberai. Without aid, Rakashael has diminished a whole army of colossal creatures to dust, and blood. Her breath is swift and heavy; the blood on her and her sword still fuels great blood lust. Rakashael's raw nature to fight flows through her veins as water flows through Niagara Falls. Very slowly Rakashael calms down to a simmer. When she realizes what she's done; Rakashael drops to her knees. She deeply longs for someone to hold her and calm her hurting heart. Pleading she gazes up at Amoranth. Coldly he glares at her and turns away in silence. The dark void recedes in defeat. Guilderek, Hallendria, and the Rekepes follow Amoranth back to their posts.

    "Master Amoranth... did anyone know how powerful that little brat was? She could be as powerful as y-" Guilderek's Thoughtless words are hushed with a swift wave of Amoranth's hand.

    Fearfully Guilderek hovels at Amoranth's feet. Meanwhile Rakashael again steeps in pain.

    "So cold, I never knew what I had. No happiness, but I shouldn't sad. What I would give to feel again. Anything except this pain. To bleed would be nice; a couple of rain drops would suffice. To taste the water and feel it upon my lips. To hold a flower not a sword in my grip. To see the sun, to understand fun. To play with a star, forget where we are. To smell a sweet... but... this is where I am: Leberai. A shadow of who I once was. For the sake of what is behind those clouds above. Yes, even still their smiles are worth my pain. Oh God... is this the only way? With my soul must I pay?" Curling forward, Rakashael rocks back and forth.

    "No tears for you. Too sweet would they be. I am the long lost shadow. This is me." She mumbles to herself.

    For a few moments Rakashael teeters on the brink of complete senility. Searching for some peace within her. Rakashael throws her arms back and her head to the sky. Suddenly, Rakashael snaps her eyes open. Upon her face... moisture... wetness....

    Until next time, Rakashael