Thread: He Lives Again (Metalmaniac33&Arclight1988)

Legend speaks of a ruler of the Ethereal Army, a nation of grotesque, hideous beings who only wish to feed, kill, and plunder. Domination had always sparkled in the eyes of the demonic forces, a greed ever present in the day of the Demon King, Teishin, who swept across the lands and conquered with a fist of iron. Word is that he was able to conjure abominations with the flick of a finger, and that he fed off of the souls of his victims. People feared his name across the continent, his forces and his allies destroying all that they came across. That is, until the battle of Osark Bridge, in the native lands of various nomadic tribes of demon hunter, the country of T'chamos. Teishin's forces prepared to cross the Osark Bridge and attack the Sh'elek Tribe, a nomadic tribe of demon hunters, at their camp across the bridge. Using the cover of thick fog they managed to cross halfway through the large stone bridge, until they met the tribesmen. Advised by the Guardian Angel, Jace, the Sh'elek were prepared for the attack. They managed to hold off the demonic army until Jace descended from the clouds and engaged Teishin in one on one combat. Blades danced the blood was shed, until Jace impaled the demon lord through the stomach, sentencing him to an eternity of damnation and darkness. Unannounced to the world, the Demon Lords personal guard of cult like worshipers, The Silent sisters, have been preparing to bring the leader of the once mighty Ethereal Empire back through the resurrection of their one true king. He Lives Again A Tale by Metalmaniac3d Arclight1988 They had returned to the Osark Bridge, hundreds of years after that fateful night. After binding, gagging and blindfolding a blood elf, a human, and an spellcaster, the Silent Sisters known as The Crimson Banner, accompanied by two large, brooding orcs, made their way to the center of the bridge with their prisoners in hand. Their leader, the moonlight haired Xiress the Black, knelt down over one of the winter cold bricks that set the walkway, and threw down a bundle of ragweed a plant known most for it's calming and hunger educing state once consumed through smoking, and threw a match down to light it. As she drew her blade in a half moon motion, Dodira Solace opened the throats of the two orcs, releasing black blood spewing over the weed which refused to stop burning. The women set the prisoners on their knees in a triangle the spellcaster facing north, the blood elf facing east, and the human facing west. The sisters opened the throats of their sacrifices, the blood spurted and pooled to concoct with the black lifeblood that sat on the ground, fusing together. Chroress Shade stood a few feet away from the sacrifice, and folded her arms underneath her breasts. Without so much as a whisper, her eyes began to glow a shade of purple never seen before, at least, not to the human eyes. The puddle of ooze began to glow, if I was able to recall the colour I would, but I do not recall it being a colour known to mankind. All had been going perfectly, but Chroress had a feeling, deep in the pit of her stomach that something was bound to go wrong. Nobody had resurrected a being so close to god like stature, there was no perfected method to bringing a demon of this magnitude back. All she could truly do, was watch. If something had gone wrong, she'd find out, and everyone would be paying the price for it. Including herself.