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...
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.
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.
MorteDor watched in amazement as a demon took down its fellow race. It seemed blood thirst, and tore the demon's flesh like it was made of simple human fabric. Strange as it seemed, but MorteDor knew that this chaotic soul would be the one to follow.
"mmm Simi was thirsty!" he heard it say. He went to the demon aided it as the surrounding demons started to surround her.
"Time to fight!" MorteDor whispered to Simi. She looked pretty excited, and MorteDor gave a rare smile. He raised his sword of light, and let his twisted soul of a Fallen Angel be filled with the night. The battle seemed to be won, if they could just hold on little longer.
The world around him had the stench of blood, and MorteDor knew that his life was flashing before him, the false and the true. The woods offered a great amount of cover, where he could slip away, unnoticed, and figure out his past. Where did he come from? Who was he? And why was he here? The goatmen, humans, angels, and even the demons fought against the oncoming horde. Yet something help him back. The chains were broken, and these prisoners were the only few that did not spit at him when they saw him.
MorteDor went to the caravan with all the equipment and found his sword, the Sword of Light. He made his decision. He was going to stay and help the prisoners.
His powers were weakened, and so he used his sword. The nearest demon, which was the guard that whipped him every countless minute, caught his eye. With nothing but revenge in his mind, he plunged his sword through the armor of the demon, who had not seen him coming. He was dead before he hit the ground. He heard a yell from a human yell "COULD SOMEONE BREAK MY CAGE OPEN? I'M NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU CALL STRONG?" It came from the human that he befriended along their travels. He ran toward the direction of the sound, and saw that another human broke open his cage.
The other human said something that he could not hear over the roar of the chaos around him. But then he left him, and MorteDor went to help him up.
"Stand up. We have no time for thinking. Help us!" yelled MorteDor. The demons were surrounding him, and he was prepared to fight. Yet the human was not helping him. He knew he needed help to survive the oncoming destruction of the demons.
The chains that were now weakened in the confusion, and Litharius took this chance to run. Knowing that this could be his last chance to ever live freely again, he tore off the chains from his body and looked to his companions. One of them, an angel by the name of Halcyon, caught his eye, and for a split moment, he found some memories in the angel, but it was not the time to think about memories.
"DO WHAT YOU MUST AND LEAVE!" MorteDor yelled above the chaos. The others looked at his grotesque features that looked more like a demonic angel than anything, but in this panic there was no choice but to run. The demons were to surely summon more of their companions, and they were short on numbers.
Litharius ran to what seemed to be his rescuer, and yelled, "WE MUST RUN! WE HAVE NO CHANCE!"
The demons were starting to surround them, and they were in the middle of a massacre. They needed something to save them.
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Respectful is a strong word...
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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...
He sat and waited for the person to whom he owes his sanity.
"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.
"mmm Simi was thirsty!" he heard it say. He went to the demon aided it as the surrounding demons started to surround her.
"Time to fight!" MorteDor whispered to Simi. She looked pretty excited, and MorteDor gave a rare smile. He raised his sword of light, and let his twisted soul of a Fallen Angel be filled with the night. The battle seemed to be won, if they could just hold on little longer.
MorteDor went to the caravan with all the equipment and found his sword, the Sword of Light. He made his decision. He was going to stay and help the prisoners.
His powers were weakened, and so he used his sword. The nearest demon, which was the guard that whipped him every countless minute, caught his eye. With nothing but revenge in his mind, he plunged his sword through the armor of the demon, who had not seen him coming. He was dead before he hit the ground. He heard a yell from a human yell "COULD SOMEONE BREAK MY CAGE OPEN? I'M NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU CALL STRONG?" It came from the human that he befriended along their travels. He ran toward the direction of the sound, and saw that another human broke open his cage.
The other human said something that he could not hear over the roar of the chaos around him. But then he left him, and MorteDor went to help him up.
"Stand up. We have no time for thinking. Help us!" yelled MorteDor. The demons were surrounding him, and he was prepared to fight. Yet the human was not helping him. He knew he needed help to survive the oncoming destruction of the demons.
"DO WHAT YOU MUST AND LEAVE!" MorteDor yelled above the chaos. The others looked at his grotesque features that looked more like a demonic angel than anything, but in this panic there was no choice but to run. The demons were to surely summon more of their companions, and they were short on numbers.
Litharius ran to what seemed to be his rescuer, and yelled, "WE MUST RUN! WE HAVE NO CHANCE!"
The demons were starting to surround them, and they were in the middle of a massacre. They needed something to save them.