Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

It was like a scene from her darkest nightmares, her kin lying dead scattered across the floor. Ten of her kind, their lifeblood draining out onto the floor, filling the deep carvings in the floor made by Orius' evil magic. He chanted, drawing power from the lives he had sacrificed. She knew what he wanted to open the door he had carved into the stone, to let out the demons and to gain control over them. He thirsted for power, it was an unending craving that would never be quenched for the evil man. Ieran knelt at her place by her master's side, the heavy, cold shackle around her neck tied to Orius' belt. And then she looked up in horror, Orius laughed with pure elation as the portal opened. A grotesque being emerged from the dark, whirling tear in the fabric of this reality and she trembled before the beast. A greed demon. She should have known, it was responding to Orius' desires. It's great black eyes bored holes into her soul and she had to look away, the stench of it's flesh was unbearable and as it fully emerged from the portal she couldn't help but to bring her eyes back to the monstrous creature. It's body was rotund, gathering in large rolls in most places, it's gaping maw formed a wicked approximation of what she deemed to be a smile. Ieran felt the need to retch the contents of her stomach onto Orius' feet but refrained, she would be badly beaten if she did. As far as the treatment of slaves went Ieran was treated better than most especially considering her unfortunate birth. An elf was considered sub-human and being a woman only made things worse but being Orius' she was spared the multiple rapes that most women of her kind received. Orius preferred young boys but he could never admit that to anyone else, so he kept Ieran at his side to fool his peers. She was used as a decoy and an emergency blood bank for when he needed to use blood magic and had no one else near enough to use. He also liked to beat his frustrations out and he often used her to accomadate that need. The rough fabric of her tunic rubbed her soft, pale skin and she tugged at the hem trying to cover her thighs. She tried not to think about the creature that hovered above her as Orius attempted to make a deal with the demon. It was then the doors of the inner sanctum burst open and a group of large men barrelled through them. Ieran allowed herself the smallest glimmer of hope that she may see the end of her murderous master. Taking the opportunity she knew she would never get again, she closed her eyes and focused all her energy on breaking the shackle around her neck, the symbol of her servitude. It fell from her neck with a clatter and she stood, her neck felt light and for the first time in ten long years she felt free. She didn't care if she died now, this was the happiest she'd been in her 25 years. Her violet eyes flashed with bottled up anger and she yanked the dual-bladed staff that Orius carried on his back off of him and the training from her clan came back to her. With a fluid movement she spun the weapon, cleaving her master's head from his shoulders without regard for the demon a few yards before them. Her black hair rested at her collarbones in front and at the nape of her neck in the back in an angled bob that her master had liked to show off her collar but now it showed her slender, pale neck. She felt a moment of joy and elation as she watched Orius' head roll across the floor. Life found its way back into her amythest eyes and she looked back at the man at the head of the group her liberator. He had reminded her what it was to be free, had given her the opportunity to reclaim her life. It was the deep rumbling laugh behind her that reminded her of the Greed Demon that stood there still. She turned back toward him and took a few steps backward. She had to undo what her ma- what Orius had done. He and the other blood mages had conspired to release the demons into their world and she had no idea how many of them had succeeded. If Orius had then others had most likely suceeded as well. She cast a defensive aura around herself, and fell back in order to protect her ill-defended, lithe body.