Tired, De'Kamoth looked over the fields of battle. He made his way over to where Damarus stood torturing a the lone survivor, a Paladin. The fear the Damarus caused the man as he slashed at him and ripped his flesh was almost palpable and gave De'Kamoth new energy.
"Now, demons, we march upon Thurzen."
"Yes, Damarus." De'Kamoth said as he followed his new leader into the lush green fields, attempting to stick to only the shadows of the trees. "What do you propose we do to gain mortal allies? We cannot simply slaughter them all, we must... convert some of them, should we not?" He hissed at Damarus.
De'Kamoth's vision slowly came back to him, the screams of mortal men filled his ears. Ahhhh... fear. he thought to himself.
"Obiter..." De'Kamoth uttered as he slowly materialized into the shadows and made his way toward the giant door where the knight stood. He observed Errtu's lieutenants charge the knight, only to be repelled by the knights holyness. De'Kamoth made a desperate attempt to communicate to Errtu through his mind. De'Kamoth focused all of his energy into sending the message to Errtu. "Send three more lieutenants to keep the man busy... I will flank and rip the man's mortal flesh but leave the soul so you or one of the others may harvest him."
De'Kamoth silently listened to the other demons talk and bicker. He noticed one of them inquiring about the current leader of the rag-tag group of demon warriors, asking if the Lord Namphiel really thought that Damarus was fit to undertake said task. De'Kamoth made his way behind the demon and spoke.
"One they call Aurael... Are you questioning the Great Namphiel's Word? Yes, yes I believe you are... I thought we were all clear that Namphiel's Word was law. Who is to say you wish to be leader simply because you are an agent of the Angels?!" De'Kamoth asked the demon coldly. We should keep a close eye on this one De'Kamoth thought to himself as he made his way back to the group of demons.
"If at all possible, capture any angels you find, as they can be used in some... particularly nasty summoning rituals, and as you see from your comrade, can turn on their masters within several decades of demonic taint."
De'Kamoth took a mental note of this Only use lethal force is necessary, the last thing I want to do is anger "Great Lord Namphiel"... the bastard.
De'Kamoths began seeing more and more demons appear around him, most of them asking the same question which was on his mind.
"So, Lord Namphiel... I assume that you've summoned me here because not only do you want my services, but because you also saw great potential in the chaos I can spread. Very well, I've grown tired of shattering sanity anyway. I long for a chance to work with the innocent." De'Kamoth heard one demon chime in.
"You seem very confident in your abilities. Pride always comes before a fall young one. You must keep that in mind." De'Kamoth said to Azriel.
I believe it is safe to assume we will be undertaking some sort of quest in response to the current campaigning of the Angels. One of my sources told me just yesterday that we were on the verge of all out war. Normally I don't concern myself with such things, but since this would most likely be affecting me significantly I did some digging. I found that that the Angels plan fledge an assault on Hell after the 7th solar cycle this millenium. Of course this could be false... but that is unlikely." De'Kamoth said to the other demons, hoping that his explanation would suffice for the time.
De'Kamoth slowly awoke from his sleep. He blinked his eyes in attempt to focus in on his surroundings, but instead of waking up in his familiar lair with succubi and whores he awoke inside a great hall surrounded by demon cultists. "Why did you summon me here?" De'Kamoth asked the old demon cultists calmly.
"W-We bring you here, Great De'Kamoth, upon Lord Namphiel..." one old imp said
"Very well," De'Kamoth spoke, "You may leave... all accept you.." he pointed to the old imp who answered his question. The imp looked shocked and an expression of fear overtook his face.
"You hail from the Hells Furnace. Do you not?" the demon inquired as he studied the imp, he was a dark man and stood about six foot tall.
"Y-Yes my lord."
"FOOL!" De'Kamoths voice boomed "I AM NO GOD TO YOU! WHY DO YOU LIE?!"
"I-I apologize..." The imp looked franticly around the room in a desparate attempt to find some help, he began moving backwards slowly, but could not seem to keep his balance for the imps knees were shaking so violently he fell. He quickly got up to his feet and ran away as fast as he could, not looking back once. De'Kamoth enjoyed fear, it was almost like it gave him some sort of renewed energy. He began to make his way through the towering door.
"The door is locked De'Kamoth."
The demon ignored the imp as he made his way, literally, through the door. As he went into the next room he saw the Namphiel with another demon he had not yet seen before.
"Lord Namphiel." De'Kamoth bowed his head in respect "What is your bidding?"
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"Now, demons, we march upon Thurzen."
"Yes, Damarus." De'Kamoth said as he followed his new leader into the lush green fields, attempting to stick to only the shadows of the trees. "What do you propose we do to gain mortal allies? We cannot simply slaughter them all, we must... convert some of them, should we not?" He hissed at Damarus.
"Obiter..." De'Kamoth uttered as he slowly materialized into the shadows and made his way toward the giant door where the knight stood. He observed Errtu's lieutenants charge the knight, only to be repelled by the knights holyness. De'Kamoth made a desperate attempt to communicate to Errtu through his mind. De'Kamoth focused all of his energy into sending the message to Errtu. "Send three more lieutenants to keep the man busy... I will flank and rip the man's mortal flesh but leave the soul so you or one of the others may harvest him."
"One they call Aurael... Are you questioning the Great Namphiel's Word? Yes, yes I believe you are... I thought we were all clear that Namphiel's Word was law. Who is to say you wish to be leader simply because you are an agent of the Angels?!" De'Kamoth asked the demon coldly. We should keep a close eye on this one De'Kamoth thought to himself as he made his way back to the group of demons.
"If at all possible, capture any angels you find, as they can be used in some... particularly nasty summoning rituals, and as you see from your comrade, can turn on their masters within several decades of demonic taint."
De'Kamoth took a mental note of this Only use lethal force is necessary, the last thing I want to do is anger "Great Lord Namphiel"... the bastard.
"So, Lord Namphiel... I assume that you've summoned me here because not only do you want my services, but because you also saw great potential in the chaos I can spread. Very well, I've grown tired of shattering sanity anyway. I long for a chance to work with the innocent." De'Kamoth heard one demon chime in.
"You seem very confident in your abilities. Pride always comes before a fall young one. You must keep that in mind." De'Kamoth said to Azriel.
I believe it is safe to assume we will be undertaking some sort of quest in response to the current campaigning of the Angels. One of my sources told me just yesterday that we were on the verge of all out war. Normally I don't concern myself with such things, but since this would most likely be affecting me significantly I did some digging. I found that that the Angels plan fledge an assault on Hell after the 7th solar cycle this millenium. Of course this could be false... but that is unlikely." De'Kamoth said to the other demons, hoping that his explanation would suffice for the time.
"W-We bring you here, Great De'Kamoth, upon Lord Namphiel..." one old imp said
"Very well," De'Kamoth spoke, "You may leave... all accept you.." he pointed to the old imp who answered his question. The imp looked shocked and an expression of fear overtook his face.
"You hail from the Hells Furnace. Do you not?" the demon inquired as he studied the imp, he was a dark man and stood about six foot tall.
"Y-Yes my lord."
"FOOL!" De'Kamoths voice boomed "I AM NO GOD TO YOU! WHY DO YOU LIE?!"
"I-I apologize..." The imp looked franticly around the room in a desparate attempt to find some help, he began moving backwards slowly, but could not seem to keep his balance for the imps knees were shaking so violently he fell. He quickly got up to his feet and ran away as fast as he could, not looking back once. De'Kamoth enjoyed fear, it was almost like it gave him some sort of renewed energy. He began to make his way through the towering door.
"The door is locked De'Kamoth."
The demon ignored the imp as he made his way, literally, through the door. As he went into the next room he saw the Namphiel with another demon he had not yet seen before.
"Lord Namphiel." De'Kamoth bowed his head in respect "What is your bidding?"