A week ago just after the battle was silenced by the power of Light Wielder and Earth Breaker, there was an awakening of a malevolent force far away from the plains. Far north east in the hostile, jagged, and frozen mountains, there laid a cave at the peak of a mountain range. In that massive cave entrance, there was a long and dark hallway carved into the rock leading into a hidden and ancient fortress. Through the ancient fortress and the labyrinth hallways, there was an entrance to an ancient and expansive throne room. There in that ancient and expansive throne room, there was a large and imposing figure with his bloody, black hands interlocked under his chin.
There was a powerful figure whose face was mostly hidden underneath the shadows and darkness of his hood. In the dark hood, peered out a square and boney chin with rotting, frozen, grey flesh. A thin, unnaturally long mouth rested coldly and inquisitively on the face. Red eyes glowed from the hood as they stared directly into a podium that displayed the power of both Light Wielder and Earth Breaker on the battlefield through arcane magic. It was as if he was seeing the battle from a soaring buzzard’s eyes.
A low and menacing baritone voice from the hood said, “They have returned? Good. I’ve been waiting all this time.”
There were five freshly dead human knights chained to the left wall facing the throne. There roughly twenty more knights and orcs dead throughout the ancient fortress in the hallways in different states of dismemberment sporadically laid about. One of the knights hanging from the wall, was still alive, though barely. His legs were ripped off as his arms were chained to the wall. His misshapen stumps were freshly cauterized. The rest of the hanging knights were in different states of dead and abuse.
One was burnt to a crisp in his armor. Another looked as if all the life forced was sucked out him as he screamed. Another had his flesh torn off as he hanged on the wall like a slab of bloody meat with chunks taken out in slices. Another one had multiple spears impaled in him making him appear like a used dart board. On the opposite wall, there were fresh orc bodies that were in the same manner as the knights. Both the humans and orcs were the special task forces that failed miserably.
The one barely alive knight cried out, “You will never have them!”
The hooded figured looked over at him curiously. He arose revealing ancient, black armor hidden under a tattered, black cloak and long, boney hands covered in blood. His armor was black as night and glassy like obsidian. His red eyes were that of a constant, deep red that never changed color. They seemed as if they were like small flames in the eye sockets. He slowly walked over to the knight.
The knight cried out once more, “We will know of you! You may have killed us, but I swear! I fucking swear it! You will never win!”
“Tell me, sir,” the hooded figure responded with unnerving politeness. “Why do you think I let one of your men and the one orc escape?”
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The knight sulked as tears of anger rolled down his cheeks.
The hooded figure continued as he delicately lifted the knight’s chin, “I want them to let others know that I have returned. I want them to come. The new wielder will stupidly be sent out to kill me, of course. Now that those two weapons were used, I am free to set forth my demons again. The wretched barrier seal has been broken… Though I need time for it to happen, you see?"
The hooded figure let go of the knight's chin and began to wipe his tears with his sharp fingers.
He said, "You should have heeded the oracles. Though, you did kill a few of my loyal demon warriors on the way here. That explains why only ten of you made it in. Didn't you start off with fifty?"
The knight wept not responding.
"All except one. My most loyal... Should have brought more holy weapons. Would've killed him and me if you did... Shame.”
“Fuck you demon… Fuck you! Damnit!”
“Both your men and the orcs were quite impressive actually. Braving the harsh terrain to get here to begin with. Fought off a majority of my zombified guards only to sadly become them and my dinner… Rather impressive… Shame that all that training and all that talent was for naught. If only you kept your clerics alive long enough… Pity… But I do thank you the challenge at least. It’s been a few millennia since I felt a good fight.”
“FUCK YOU!”
“They always say the same thing… At least you fought bravely until the end. That is the only consolation I can give you… Understand, I take no pleasure in in killing you. But the pain will be… EXQUISITE!”
The hooded figure proceeded to rip out the knight’s esophagus and threw it on the floor. His jaw unhinged like a cobra's mouth as he tore off the knight's face with a single bite. A white, spectral servant came by with a rag to clean the hooded figure's hands and face while others came and wiped away the blood on the floor. A small, spectral figure swallowed the esophagus happily.
The hooded figure murmured to himself with a minuscule hint of pain, “I do get tired of this sometimes… He did wound me. Would've been a good fake hero if he was trained properly.”
One of the spectral figures came and performed quick healing magic on the hooded figure’s side. He shooed the spectral figures away with a soft growl.
He sat back on the cold throne as his hand glowed red. The arcane display showed the aftermath of the battle and it zoomed in from above. It displayed Desmond picking up Light Wielder. He noticed the blue glint in Desmond’s hand. The red eyes squinted as a low, unnatural laugh began to ring out of the hood. His other hand was playing with a shiny emerald ring that glowed bright.
He asked aloud, “So you are the new champion? Another weak, mortal human? I bet the prince made you a hero. A reluctant hero... HA!”
His laughing stopped and his tone shifted into uncomfortable seriousness.
“What does she see in this one?”
