Silas was heedless of the others, their voices fading to the background. Kin and Damien had caught up to Silas, but the battle was hard and the creatures coated the floor with their corpses. They waded through the gore, but Silas was tiring. He should have been careful, but the approaching Dark Spawn brought his axe too close...Silas could not swing his sword up to block in time.
Then...things changed...
The Dark Spawn began to cower in fear at Silas' daemonic visage...thick with the black energy of Perdition and judgement. They looked away and pushed back, attempting to escape being close to Silas. Some screamed, some simply died where they stood, some flashed with green fire and were gone. Silas had lost control, metal objects floated gently up into the air, things crackled with green energy. At first the High-Lord gasped and tried to grab Silas but the Grand Archon shook his head and the High-Lord allowed Silas to trudge forward. The Dark Spawn were pushed far and deep into the tower, to a grand throne chamber where a black crystal was fused to the black throne. The air resonated with an evil power beyond Silas, as Damien entered however it seemed to hiss and recoil...drawing back to the throne and gathering. The Dark Spawn had no place left to go and began to disintegrate into a dust upon the floor... others fell to their knees and babbled incoherently, begging. Silas looked away as Kin shredded them apart, covering himself in their blood.
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Things in the room were silent, echoing silence. The only noise was the battle outside that raged between the dragons, the dark spawn and the army of Light. The Grand Archon and the High-Lord stood back and allowed Damien, Silas and Kin to approach the throne. The crystal fused to that throne began to crack, however, and standing up suddenly from it was a white skinned humanoid with black eyes and red irises, on his back were great black feathered wings that shook out dust as it stepped and a crown of terrible black horns on its head. It had neither male nor female features, and wore a blackened and spiky armor that looked spat from the depths of evil itself. It had no helmet and gazed at each person before it in turn, its only hair a topknot of white and a long beard from the chin, also white. Then it spoke "So, mortal humans have at last decided to face me. So long I've slept and wondered what humanity would send to me, to be slaughtered. You are weaker than I expected..."
Kin snarled beast-like and leapt out before Nigel could stop him. The winged creature casually batted Kin aside and he went sailing through the air to the far wall before smashing against it and falling, knocked out.
"Nameless, thou art. Yet I know thy name clear, Azariel the Devouring. Nothing is enough to sate thy thirst...not enough killing, not enough power, not enough of anything...you are the perfect agent of your master." said Silas, brandishing his sword but feeling tired just the same.
"Your symbol of Pain does not scare me, Illrian. I see you have the High-Priest of Avalon at your side, perhaps he can put your body back together after I am done with it. Hah!"
Silas enflamed his sword and was ready as Azariel brought down the first strike of his huge and terrible sword, spiked and cruel. Silas parried and leapt back, engaging in a long match of fencing, matching move after move. Damien leapt into the battle with Silas and together they worked against Azariel. It was when the flat of the blade came around and knocked Silas in the side of the head and knocked him down that Silas faltered. His head ringing and his vision blurry, he watched Damien swing his sword down and cleave at Azariel. As his vision came back, Silas watched a huge sliver of metal go flying past him. Azariel's sword was shattered...
But this was not the end, he raised himself on his wings and began forming a bolt of terrible energy...Silas stood next to Damien and they both nodded and prepared to fight it out.
