The battle with the being of light had roused up some ancient memories, upwards they went, bubbling up to the surface of Eligor?s consciousness, vivid and wild, but somewhat faded by the years. Eligor did not see Birmingham, nor Isaac, nor Richard. What he saw instead was not meant for the vision of mortals. They would not comprehend or withstand the sight of chaos clashing against those who stood with order. It was a long memory, it was an old memory. As Isaac and Richard went about their business, Eligor was occupied as he experienced every blow and every feeling from it all over again.
The clouds ahead swirled and swarmed into a storm, the squall heralding what was to come. The demon guards looked up towards the heavens, some scratching their head at this occurrence. The gate swelled with anticipation, both figuratively and literally. The gate was in fact a demon in its own right, the vast demon known as Abaddon. He ground his teeth, causing minatare earthquakes, shaking the lookouts who patrolled the gates. Abaddon had seen this before, but from a more shifted perspective, he knew what was to come. Soon, not lightening, not brimstone, but the very stars themselves would fall from the sky.
Abaddon himself had landed here as a fallen star, a cast-off from the heavens, unwanted and unloved by the Almighty and now his vast body encircled hell, protecting it from the other discarded creations in the Abyss. Great monstrosus locusts wandered about the deep depths, stripping any creature that was foolish enough to pass by of its flesh. Luckily those insectoid hordes mostly kept the edges, leaving the rich center ripe for Hell.
Abaddon sighed both with the thought of those creatures, reminding him of the debt he owed to Satan for unleashing them and as he saw little partings in the clouds. Already they were upon them, they had reached their terminal velocity and were now heading straight towards Hell. His eyes turned towards the lookouts, they hadn?t noticed yet? Well Abaddon would be the first to sound the horn.
"INCOMING! READY BATTLESTATIONS!" He boomed.
The lookouts, mangy demons only valued for their keen sight, scrambled over to the bells as soon as the rumble of Abaddon?s voice. Hell?s bells rung throughout the infernal domain and with an almost automatic response, the legions of Hell got ready for battle. One of them a Great Duke with command over forty legions of vengeful spirits, known to some as Abrigor, others as Eligos, but to himself, he would always be Eligor.
Already in armour, as usual, he mounted his destrier. It was a skeletal thing and a gift from the hand of Beelzebub, The Lord Of The Flies and one of the Seven who presided over the infernal wastes with their princely counsel. Eligor regarded the gift simply of recognition of his talent and stern attitude in regard to duty. At times, he even thought of the stallion as a symbol of his duty and responsibility as a Great Duke, and at the proficiency he carried out his work. It sensed that battle was near, and scraped the dirt with its hooves in anticipation. Eligor himself lowered his lance, called Durchbohrer des Himmels, and raised his standard - a plain black and white flag with his seal emblazoned on it. He was ready.
However, the battle had already begun. Stars crashed into Abaddon, causing the great maw to open and twist in pain. Eligor looked around at the chaos that was happening around him, noticing the falling stars. That only mean one thing - fallen angels were tumbling down to the Abyss and the vengeful angels that were hunting them down to exact the Divine?s ?justice? were descending upon Hell, close on the heels of the fallen.
Nevertheless, Eligor charged forwards with the ranks of his legions following close behind him, his lance glinting evilly as the light hit it. Durchboherer des Himmels itself was in fact an ancient artifact, with twenty souls bound within, but non-sentient and non-living, serving only to boost the potency of the weapon?s bite. This was paired with a tower shield, Gewicht der Welt, which was engraved with the faces of terrible monsters tormenting Altas, as the demon hordes tormented the upholders of the Creator?s justice and authority.
Speaking of them, great beryl-coloured wheels-within-wheels crashed down on the fortifications - Ophanim, the many-eyed ones. Whoever had fell must had been ones at the top, a prime catch for these high-ranked hunters. They splintered went Eligor ran through them with the lance all the same though. He chuckled as the skeletal steed smashed through another one, the many-eyed ones ended up in many pieces.
But there were casualties on his side as well. His legion had been reduced to half its number and only the rush of battle prevented him from noticing a large gash that ran from the bottom of his side to his shoulderblade. Abaddon was heavily wounded as well. Eligor gave a huff, as he turned his horse around, not to retreat, but to assess the battlefield. Through the narrow visor of his helmet, he spotted the leader of the hunters. Something told him that this battle would come down to a duel between him and the angelic lieutenant. He also noticed that all the fallen angels had fled inside the gates of Hell and that Abaddon had started shouting again, furiously this time. He was always one for rules.
"THEY HAVE ENTERED." Abaddon roared, "THE FALLEN ONES SEEK ASYLUM IN THE ABYSS AND THEY SHALL HAVE THAT!" He then addressed the leader of the pack, "AS KEEPER OF THE KEY I ORDER YOU AND YOUR FORCES TO RETURN."
The leader, called Pahaliah responded with a voice that would convert any mortal to Christianity with its sheer beauty, "What if I do not, foul demon...?"
Abaddon laughed, the black blood from his injures burst out, and covered the immediate area with a pool of liquid, "YOU WILL BE FORCED BACK."
A gaunt destrier marched up to the lieutenant, the Great Duke presented himself, adding only a simply replied, ?By me."
Scattered remains of the slain and rubble of fractured fortifications surrounded the two opponents, Abaddon gave a cruel smile, looking forward to the fight between them. As soon as bloody muscle raised that gigantic lip in a smirk, Eligor kicked the sides of the skeletal steed and charged forward towards the unsuspecting seraphim. It was a struggle to couch the lance now that the injury was biting into his strength, but there was an ace up his sleeve. That was the lance rest, a metal flange attached to the right side of the breastplate to both rest the weight of the lance and arrest the rearward movement of the weapon. With help from that, and the fortitude from lifetimes of battle, he ran down the angel.
"Very well. As one of the bearers of the Ineffable Name I---"
Poor Pahaliah never got to finish that speech...
He thought he had forgotten about those days. But now, he could not be more wrong. His walk down memory lane finished, Eligor opened his eye to find it covered. Isaac must have covered him up so that suspicion would not be aroused. Left to his thoughts, the triumphant mood from the memory of victory soured to a more dour one as he realised how close he was to the non-sentient souls that were bounded to his pride and joy. He sighed as he sank into sadness. At least he still had excitement from slaying the rabid demons and from the antics of mortals. Silently, he vowed that he would find a way to be free.
The clouds ahead swirled and swarmed into a storm, the squall heralding what was to come. The demon guards looked up towards the heavens, some scratching their head at this occurrence. The gate swelled with anticipation, both figuratively and literally. The gate was in fact a demon in its own right, the vast demon known as Abaddon. He ground his teeth, causing minatare earthquakes, shaking the lookouts who patrolled the gates. Abaddon had seen this before, but from a more shifted perspective, he knew what was to come. Soon, not lightening, not brimstone, but the very stars themselves would fall from the sky.
Abaddon himself had landed here as a fallen star, a cast-off from the heavens, unwanted and unloved by the Almighty and now his vast body encircled hell, protecting it from the other discarded creations in the Abyss. Great monstrosus locusts wandered about the deep depths, stripping any creature that was foolish enough to pass by of its flesh. Luckily those insectoid hordes mostly kept the edges, leaving the rich center ripe for Hell.
Abaddon sighed both with the thought of those creatures, reminding him of the debt he owed to Satan for unleashing them and as he saw little partings in the clouds. Already they were upon them, they had reached their terminal velocity and were now heading straight towards Hell. His eyes turned towards the lookouts, they hadn?t noticed yet? Well Abaddon would be the first to sound the horn.
"INCOMING! READY BATTLESTATIONS!" He boomed.
The lookouts, mangy demons only valued for their keen sight, scrambled over to the bells as soon as the rumble of Abaddon?s voice. Hell?s bells rung throughout the infernal domain and with an almost automatic response, the legions of Hell got ready for battle. One of them a Great Duke with command over forty legions of vengeful spirits, known to some as Abrigor, others as Eligos, but to himself, he would always be Eligor.
Already in armour, as usual, he mounted his destrier. It was a skeletal thing and a gift from the hand of Beelzebub, The Lord Of The Flies and one of the Seven who presided over the infernal wastes with their princely counsel. Eligor regarded the gift simply of recognition of his talent and stern attitude in regard to duty. At times, he even thought of the stallion as a symbol of his duty and responsibility as a Great Duke, and at the proficiency he carried out his work. It sensed that battle was near, and scraped the dirt with its hooves in anticipation. Eligor himself lowered his lance, called Durchbohrer des Himmels, and raised his standard - a plain black and white flag with his seal emblazoned on it. He was ready.
However, the battle had already begun. Stars crashed into Abaddon, causing the great maw to open and twist in pain. Eligor looked around at the chaos that was happening around him, noticing the falling stars. That only mean one thing - fallen angels were tumbling down to the Abyss and the vengeful angels that were hunting them down to exact the Divine?s ?justice? were descending upon Hell, close on the heels of the fallen.
Nevertheless, Eligor charged forwards with the ranks of his legions following close behind him, his lance glinting evilly as the light hit it. Durchboherer des Himmels itself was in fact an ancient artifact, with twenty souls bound within, but non-sentient and non-living, serving only to boost the potency of the weapon?s bite. This was paired with a tower shield, Gewicht der Welt, which was engraved with the faces of terrible monsters tormenting Altas, as the demon hordes tormented the upholders of the Creator?s justice and authority.
Speaking of them, great beryl-coloured wheels-within-wheels crashed down on the fortifications - Ophanim, the many-eyed ones. Whoever had fell must had been ones at the top, a prime catch for these high-ranked hunters. They splintered went Eligor ran through them with the lance all the same though. He chuckled as the skeletal steed smashed through another one, the many-eyed ones ended up in many pieces.
But there were casualties on his side as well. His legion had been reduced to half its number and only the rush of battle prevented him from noticing a large gash that ran from the bottom of his side to his shoulderblade. Abaddon was heavily wounded as well. Eligor gave a huff, as he turned his horse around, not to retreat, but to assess the battlefield. Through the narrow visor of his helmet, he spotted the leader of the hunters. Something told him that this battle would come down to a duel between him and the angelic lieutenant. He also noticed that all the fallen angels had fled inside the gates of Hell and that Abaddon had started shouting again, furiously this time. He was always one for rules.
"THEY HAVE ENTERED." Abaddon roared, "THE FALLEN ONES SEEK ASYLUM IN THE ABYSS AND THEY SHALL HAVE THAT!" He then addressed the leader of the pack, "AS KEEPER OF THE KEY I ORDER YOU AND YOUR FORCES TO RETURN."
The leader, called Pahaliah responded with a voice that would convert any mortal to Christianity with its sheer beauty, "What if I do not, foul demon...?"
Abaddon laughed, the black blood from his injures burst out, and covered the immediate area with a pool of liquid, "YOU WILL BE FORCED BACK."
A gaunt destrier marched up to the lieutenant, the Great Duke presented himself, adding only a simply replied, ?By me."
Scattered remains of the slain and rubble of fractured fortifications surrounded the two opponents, Abaddon gave a cruel smile, looking forward to the fight between them. As soon as bloody muscle raised that gigantic lip in a smirk, Eligor kicked the sides of the skeletal steed and charged forward towards the unsuspecting seraphim. It was a struggle to couch the lance now that the injury was biting into his strength, but there was an ace up his sleeve. That was the lance rest, a metal flange attached to the right side of the breastplate to both rest the weight of the lance and arrest the rearward movement of the weapon. With help from that, and the fortitude from lifetimes of battle, he ran down the angel.
"Very well. As one of the bearers of the Ineffable Name I---"
Poor Pahaliah never got to finish that speech...
He thought he had forgotten about those days. But now, he could not be more wrong. His walk down memory lane finished, Eligor opened his eye to find it covered. Isaac must have covered him up so that suspicion would not be aroused. Left to his thoughts, the triumphant mood from the memory of victory soured to a more dour one as he realised how close he was to the non-sentient souls that were bounded to his pride and joy. He sighed as he sank into sadness. At least he still had excitement from slaying the rabid demons and from the antics of mortals. Silently, he vowed that he would find a way to be free.
