Thread: Enchroaching from the Edges {darkest_fate&The Fringes}

Is submission not preferable to extinction? The universe had always been what it was. An incalculable pretext to mystery and mysticism. Layers upon layers of enigma that had always intrigued and mystified the staunchest of astrophysicists and astronomers alike. The galaxy held its enumerable secrets at the behest of riddles. Of an never-ending multiverses, or series of universes that were all crafted to keep away from each other -- far, far away from each other. Explorers could never fathom the truest scope of the universe, or how it contributed to the many different dimensions and realities that existed. But to someone like him, the universe had only become childs play to him, a measure of his vast playground. When Ardruk ascended from the depths of both the Underworld and Hell, the demons knew that the humans were on borrowed time. Infiltrating the major cities of the world, the fearful humans attempting to band together in hopes of curving this threat. There was a particular violence in the air that called to him. The stirring between humanity and the scourges of the underworld. The vice of death echoed serenely, but with the perfect combination of sheer power and seductive darkness, which alerted the other demons to his presence. Before long, a dark shadow soon crept within the embrace of the coven, darkening the inside of the sanctuary. A torrent of smoke soon bellowed forth, and before long, the taut and mysterious demon stepped out of the haze. Ardruk stepped forth and immediately caught the horror-inducing scent of blood. Peerless purple eyes glanced around the haven, taking note of the fanged demons, far many that the eyes could spot. Most of the demons clearly looked the part, with their twisted horns, their glaring red eyes, and their hulking bodies, perfectly fit to break the human race physically, as well as sexually. But Ardruk, at least at a glance, did not seem to have the same sort of requisite ferocity. No, he looked more like a wealthy businessman than a terrorizing demon. A sleek midnight blue blazer adorned his torso, along with matching pants, neatly pressed and ironed as if going to work. But instead, the humanoid merely surveyed the scene that was slowly developing, where dozens of bodies were seemingly piled on the streets in front of him. Perhaps as an unspoken means of praising their lord and Demon King, the demons carefully constructed the bodies as a sort of reverence, despite their blooded and battered position. Of course, it was also a means of signaling any human who was smart enough to surrender, unless they too became a casualty. Ardruk had spent a great deal of time in observing humans, both as a shady serpent of the dark,as well as a bright and informative businessman. He knew of their weaknesses, but more importantly, their strengths. See, it wouldve been easily to target them where they were at their weakest to let them know that they were exposed. That is what some of his demonic underlings preached what they should do. Ardruk, on the other hand, saw things very differently. It was their strengths that he wanted to target. Because there was nothing like bringing down their ultimate strengths to show humans how hopeless their situation was, and how the demons were the next step in evolution. From what he had observed, and from what reports he gathered, these demon hunters played into their strength and their resistance. Immediately, that was where Ardruk took to demolishing humanity.And now, right as he stood at the street corner that barely protected New Santuary from him, the mystical wards that previously held back his demon forces were rattled, unstable in their magic, fleeting in their arcane protection. There was power here. Unmistakable power. And Ardruk fully intended to tap into it. The demon casually licked his lips, adjusting the blazer that cupped his form. To many, he wouldve appeared as nothing more than a charming, handsome human. Dirty blonde hair, somewhat of a beard with the sideburns connected. Very debonair, very dangerous. But you could see the dark glint in his eyes, and the resulting tremor of his announcement that the demon king was anything but human.