Thread: Holy Hell!

How long had it been? One thousand years? Possibly more? Too long had the single, solitary stone stood tall, sealing that which was forbidden to walk the earth. But with seals of this variety, time plays that of a cruel mistress, for no magic lasts forever. And with the very touch of this human priestess, it seemed to crumble like an aged pot, a testiment to its age. From within the bowels of the coffin, something began to stir. A presence not felt since the days when demons ran rampant over the land. But terrifying as its aura was a bit...off. Under normal circumstances, these demons would be quick to act on their release, usually jumping right out of their tombs to tear apart the unfortunate fool who first released them. But this one was somewhat slow to gain his bearings, for the only thing to appear from the pit that was its prison was its hand. This was followed, of course, by the rest of him. He was about six foot tall, probably more with a well built physique that was completley exposed due to the fact that he had no clothes on. Why he was naked was anyones guess but it didn't seem to matter to him as he stood upright for the first time in forever and looked upon his surroundings with his deep crimson eyes. The first thing he noticed was the smell of death and rotting corpses all around him. Tombs, much like the one he was in were strewn all over the place, some even open slightly, open for the maggots to feast on. He gave no reaction to this stench, however and instead continued his investigation of the area around him. That's when he spotted her. She was cowering before him, adorned with a variety of weaponry both known and unknown to his time. With all that weaponry at her disposal, one could assume that she was the one responsible for this massacare. But this newly awakened presence knew better. She looked too pure to be able to produce carrion on this scale. Something else was clearly responsible. It was then that the demon took his first steps forward. Though he slept for so long, his balance didn't seem to be affected too much. Besides, he wouldn't have to walk far to get where he was going which at this point appeared to be the hapless priestess. It wasn't long before he stood over her, his gaze locked onto hers and the light breeze blowing through his pale yellow hair. It looked to be the end of the road for this woman, struck down by the one she liberated in a mass of blood and sinew like the bodies that had been laid out all around. But fate, it seemed, had other plans for this woman of the holy order. A loud crash erupted over the both of them. Though fearsome as it may be, the demon seemed almost happy to have the company of another like him. After all, it had been so long since he had eaten anything and what the priestess would see next would be a display of canibalism the likes of which she might have only heard of from the ancient tribes of Africa or South America. As the troll moved to strike, the demon, as if driven by some unseen force, thrust his hand upon the beast, piercing its chest deep and reacted with a loud roar of pain that would be enough to shatter the sanity of any normal human being. The demon seemed to grip something with his hand and once he did, he pulled it back, causing a splash of blood to erupt all over the place. When the blood settled and the troll fell to the ground in a lifeless heap, all that could be heard was a simple heartbeat. If the priestesses heart wasn't racing fast due to the grotesuqe scene before her, she would realize that the beating was coming from the demon's hand. There, in his tight grip, was the creature's heart, still beating and producing what little blood it had left that squeaked and trickled to the ground. But there was little time to gaze in awe or horror over the still beating heart. For the demon would make quick work of it, tearing into the muscle with his sharpened teeth. He was consuming the troll's heart. And to him, it was quite delicious.