Demons, they're our worst nightmares, or so we're told. I had had encounters with demons before, but usually only an imp or two, maybe a more powerful one, but nothing compared to what I faced that day. Pit fiends, Gelugons, Barbazus, Succubi, Nightmares, Retrievers, Lords of the Flame, and so many more. They are the embodiment of pure evil, but then again, generalisations are generally wrong.
Decider wept with blood that day, the blood of demons mingeled and burned up and down its glowing form, and in my hands justice is a certain thing. I had weighed their hearts and found them lacking, and so they died in droves, all fell before my hands, for was I not a god? I protected village after village, fought demon after demon, brought judgement after judgement, and still there was more, always more.
The village of Helrac is close to the Pertraskan/Malthui border, and when it was attacked by a squad of demons I responded in my full glory, and my full might. I slew two pit fiends there, and the rest fled seeing the ease I dispatched them, all except one, a Succubi stood with a gory dagger in her hand, and a man's corpse at her feat, with an expresion of terror in her face as our eyes locked. And so I judged her, looking deep into her very being and decided her fate. Her life hung in the balance and I declared he to be...innocent.
There was something about that girl, something different from the others, from her kin. I looked into her soul and found not the anger, not the hate I expected, but...love. Naturally I was astounded, bemuzzeled, confused, amazed, flabbergasted, and all that sort of thing, and I did what I must, I let her go. I had seen her memories of killing the man, how he had seen her and attacked her wildly, and she had pierced his heart in an attempt to defend herself. So I passed by without a word, not expecting what came next.
"Wait...why?"
I have to admit it, she was a beautiful creature. Aye, Succubi are supposed to be, but she stood out from the crowd, for unlike the sulty dark exotic look of the others, she was more fair, more innocent, more pure.
"Why? Why did I spare you?" I replied. "There is no reason why I should kill you, you are innocent, let it remain that way."
"But you are my enemy, a god, surely we should fight to the death."
"...I'm just doing my job..."
"And you are making a complete mess of it boy." And there he was, Petrask, lord of the gods, in all his splendor, acoompanied by his faithful hound Melthul, who smiled his no-humor smile and said "You cannot believe how much trouble you are in right now."
"Father," I said, dropping to one knee as the girl cowered against a wall in fear. "How have I failed you? What have I done to displease you?"
"How can you endure that...that...that fiend of a wench? Do you not know what she would do to you if she had the chance?"
"I know what you have told me what she'd do to me."
"Enough, judge her and be done with it."
"I have, and I proclaim her innocent."
"And I proclaim her to be a great magician, to hide her true nature from you, either that or you to be a fool, to be taken in by such a simple ruse!" Quoth Melthul.
"No, nobody can hide from me, not even you Melthul, not even you, father."
"Then you have judged wrongly, or are confused, perhaps she does have you under her spell. Very well, if you will not do so...Melthul, kill her."
"No," I said, placing myself between them. "I cannot allow this."
(And there's part two, and the action's heating up...)
(Edit curse you Jak and your nit-pickyness!)
<p>"On the same day I smoked my first cigarette and kissed my first woman. Since that fateful day I have never bothered with tobacco." - Tuscanini</p>
Edited by: Suicidal Sprite at: 5/17/02 9:44:44 pm