"What happened in Ganuthca," Orin said slowly, still wrapping his head around the idea of being dead. It didn't scare him as much as he had expected. Maybe because it seemed there might be a way out. The situation wasn't hopless. "Was it a localised thing, or did it happen everywhere?"
"Well... The Demon Realm apparently had just found out more about rifts, so they may have done more. Or will soon anyway." Evela explained, he then turned again to Everett, "Okay, well. I think it's time you all heard the full story. So you might all want to get comfortable..." he motioned with his hand for them to sit, or stay standing, just not ready to kill.
"Hooray. Story time." Alicia responded with a bland tone of voice, and decided to sit down. She was willing to listen to anything that could explain what was all happening. She had a feeling it wasn't going to be very enlightening though.
Groaning and waking, Laurence got to his feet. "What the hell did just hapend? The last thing I remeber is getting hit by the ceiling". Looking around "This just keeps getting beter and beter" seeing he still has some beer, he takes a sip. "What the hell, it taste like nothing. This is starting to look like one of those day's"
Nath was taking all of this in, being dead didn't bother him so much, he wasn't really living anymore, anyways... He took off his glove and looked for the black dot, it was a little ways up his sleeve.
"Does the dot have to be on the hand specifically? Or can it be on the forearm, too?"
The dot was important, he didn't know just how bad he would be off. Hell, he might even regret dying.
"Alright then. I'll ignore your stupid sarcasm for now." Evela said as he began his speech, "Okay, well, As you know, I am a Demon." He spread his wings out for emphasis, "What you may not know, is everything else. I am at this current time, 245 years old. Demons age differently to you, allot slower." He took a deep breath, then continued on, "As I said before, Demons are born bad, but like there are killers in this World, there are some rare saviours in mine. I was one of them."
"Due to my morality, I was abandoned by most demons, and sent to live alone. I was taught White Magic by a very smart and wise Demon. But I eventually like all teenagers of my race, fell in the wrong crowd, and joined a Faction, who recently started to try and take over this world." He took another few deep breaths, and sent his wings back to a more comfortable position, right behind his back.
"You may have heard of us Actually. They are called Breaking Loose. All the leaders are a bunch of Demons, who used to be what I call friends." He spat out the work friends like it was an insult, "They found rifts and have been trying to convince the Demon world to try and take this one, since it is lush and green compared to their barren and desert like land scape of my old land."
"Now, since there is no way to prove that they are demons, No-one will believe me. So no one will fight them. That is why I need all of you." He cast his hand around, "You will back me up, and protect me when I show my wings. So I don't get killed."
He took a few steps forward, trying to get into his speech, "We will build an army, trying to stop the Demon forces on our land, and then push back the invaders who are trying to get there through the rifts."
Leader:
Name: Funash Fext
Gender: Male
Morality: Pure Evil: Wandering Demon who wants to end all life.
Race: Demon.
Appearance:
Weapon: A large claw like blade on his left arm.
Combat speciality: While his left hand stabs and slashes using a very fast melee of his claw. His right hand casts powerful Destruction magic.
Aim: The members believe that ending the world will send them to 'heaven' while in fact it is a ruse by Funash and the rest of the leaders (all demons) whose true goal is to end all life, they have destroyed countless worlds without fail.
Speciality: The followers are all varied. They have people from long range bows to hand to hand fighting. From Black Magic to White magic.
"wow. That's quiet a story, But i still have one more question. How are we supposed to take them on?" Everett began, "There are only a very small number of us, as you can see. How are we suposed to take a whole faction on?"
Is this guy really seriouse?This is impossible.And where the hell are we supposed to go now?We're in freakin' purgatory!I can't wait to see where this goes.It's laughable.
Alicia listened on with surprised interest towards Evela's speech. She has never thought demons or anything of the sorts were real. Just old, common folklore that's been lavished and imagined on one too many times. To Alicia, it was just a bunch of bologna. However,everything that the demon was saying contradicted her beliefs towards them. Primarily the fact that there was even good demons. It was comprehensible, yet so unbelievable at the same time. Her interests fell short however in regard on how they needed to protect him, and to assist Evela with making an army to combat against the demon faction.
"So, in other words..." she paused, folding her arms across her chest. "You want us, to help you save the world?" The young woman shook her head in disbelief with a quiet chuckle, unable to take the severity of this situation seriously.
"Yeah?What makes you think we can succeed?" she added, agreeing with Everett.
He didn't answer my question...
Nath was pretty sure he had just eaten some bad meat before bed. This was ludacris. If he knew it was a dream, wouldn't that make it a lucid dream by now? Nath considered the implications and walked up to the demon, plucked one of his feathers and stuck it under his nose like a mustache.
'He wants us to rally the factions. That's what he means by build an army. To rally the factions together and fight them.'
He put his hand on his chin.
'I see no choice but to help him. It's either this or the world dies. Anyone with me?'
Chreos was taking most of this well, only panicking when Evela cast his curse, and when he fell into the crack of the earth. Unfortunately during the transfer the spells keeping his human illusion together fell apart, momentarily showing his true self. Luckily everyone was looking at Evela as he was telling some sort of story so he quickly went to work rebuilding them. It was a botched job, his skin was a sickly pale now with some of the ritualistic scars showing through, and his sharp teeth were now almost completely visible but most of it was passable as long as no one takes a close look at him.
That was damn close, but where the hell am I?He thought to himself as he turned back to the group and managed to catch the last of the story. "So you are saying that we need an army to cast out demons? Allright, you can count me in."
"Rally the factions? Don't be stupid," Orin scoffed, "They would never believe us. And even if they did, they've been at each other's throats forever. I can't see them working together." He folded his arms over his chest and leant back slightly, resting his weight on his right leg. Time to ask the most important question. After a slight pause, he asked, "How do we come back to life, if we can at all?"
"Wait, wait, hold that. We're dead?" He was utterly shocked by this fact and stared into space for a second that's what I get for not paying attention...
'On your question. If we prove to them that the world is going to die ofcourse they will! They hate each other but not that badly. And on your other question he wouldn't of let us die without a plan to ressurec us. Right?'
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