The hazy red atmosphere lay lazily across the devastated landscape. Giant creatures moved through the mist. Occasionally they collided in titanic struggles of survival. Below these behemoths, demonic twisted shapes darted across the landscape. All was silent except for random screams which slowly tapered off.
This almost tranquil violence was disrupted by a ripping sound. An orange vertical line tore through an empty space. The line bulged grotesquely before opening into a rippling doorway. Inside the doorway, a hellscape wreathed in fire peeked out. The flames appeared almost alive, reaching as if to enter into desolate Sin. A redheaded man tumbled through. Three shadowy figure followed after. "Shut it! Shut it now!" The man snapped, coughing.
The doorway shut with the sound of a thunder crack. Sin seemed to hold its breath as the man coughed intensely. "Damn ...it!" He kept muttering in between his coughs. "Annabelle.... is... still... in there!" The figures that had followed him looked at each other. They seemed at a loss as to what to do.
One of the figures, feminine in appearance, was clothed in white. Large blue wings spread out behind her. Black locks tumbled down her back and brilliant turquoise eyes were twisted in pain. Her form seemed to waver, being both solid as well as transparent. Twin swords were sheathed at her hips. "Kyran. We couldn't do anything without help. She is too well secured. At least you retreived the Soul Container." The angel gestured toward his hip. A large glass jar hung there, capped by a softly glowing wide cork.
Another figure stepped forward. This one wielded a staff. Another female, this one was clothed in golden robes. A hood hid most of her head other than glowing green eyes split by slanted pupils. Fur covered the visible skin. A tail swished slowly behind the figure. "You also secured doorway. Your own personal portal into the hells." Kyran slowly pushed himself to his feet. He'd paid dearly for that portal. His magic twisted within him, out of reach for the time being.
The final figure snuffled at the ground. This massive creature crouched low. Its back was bent, pushing its face toward the dirt. A voluminous cloak obscured all but the massive black paws and clawed hands touching the ground. "Enemies approach. Not strong. Must run." Kyran looked at the three beings, noting the missing two. Those that had betrayed and sacrificed for him.
"Lets go. I have other daughters to take care of. But we will return." He swore upon whatever remained of his soul, Annabelle would be set free.
This almost tranquil violence was disrupted by a ripping sound. An orange vertical line tore through an empty space. The line bulged grotesquely before opening into a rippling doorway. Inside the doorway, a hellscape wreathed in fire peeked out. The flames appeared almost alive, reaching as if to enter into desolate Sin. A redheaded man tumbled through. Three shadowy figure followed after. "Shut it! Shut it now!" The man snapped, coughing.
The doorway shut with the sound of a thunder crack. Sin seemed to hold its breath as the man coughed intensely. "Damn ...it!" He kept muttering in between his coughs. "Annabelle.... is... still... in there!" The figures that had followed him looked at each other. They seemed at a loss as to what to do.
One of the figures, feminine in appearance, was clothed in white. Large blue wings spread out behind her. Black locks tumbled down her back and brilliant turquoise eyes were twisted in pain. Her form seemed to waver, being both solid as well as transparent. Twin swords were sheathed at her hips. "Kyran. We couldn't do anything without help. She is too well secured. At least you retreived the Soul Container." The angel gestured toward his hip. A large glass jar hung there, capped by a softly glowing wide cork.
Another figure stepped forward. This one wielded a staff. Another female, this one was clothed in golden robes. A hood hid most of her head other than glowing green eyes split by slanted pupils. Fur covered the visible skin. A tail swished slowly behind the figure. "You also secured doorway. Your own personal portal into the hells." Kyran slowly pushed himself to his feet. He'd paid dearly for that portal. His magic twisted within him, out of reach for the time being.
The final figure snuffled at the ground. This massive creature crouched low. Its back was bent, pushing its face toward the dirt. A voluminous cloak obscured all but the massive black paws and clawed hands touching the ground. "Enemies approach. Not strong. Must run." Kyran looked at the three beings, noting the missing two. Those that had betrayed and sacrificed for him.
"Lets go. I have other daughters to take care of. But we will return." He swore upon whatever remained of his soul, Annabelle would be set free.
