The demoness, her figure covered in wounds and bruises, glared at Artanos. He was a strange being, a creature with some contradictions, with bluish wings almost like the clear sky and eyes like the ancient forests of the elves. Yet, he moved with the grace of a predator, his gaze sharp and unwavering.
"Your words are like the whispers of the wind," she spat, her voice a rasping echo of the underworld. "They mean nothing."
Artanos merely tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "Then perhaps you should listen more closely," he said, his voice a melodic whisper. "For I have seen things you could never comprehend."
He spread his wings, a canvas of moonlight and starlight, the air humming with the power that pulsed within him. "Your master is afraid."
The demoness bristled. "Afraid?" she scoffed, her voice rising in pitch. "He has no fear. He is the master of pain, the embodiment of agony."
"And yet," Artanos countered, his gaze turning icy, "he needs you to prepare a host for him, to create a safe passageway for him to cross."
He gestured toward the shimmering rift of dark energy that connected their realms temporarily, a curtain of eerie light that hummed with chaotic energy. "He fears traversing the void," Artanos continued. "He fears the price of crossing the chasm, the true danger that lurks within the rift. He hides behind you, a lesser demon, a puppet dancing on his strings."
The demoness, her face contorted in a mask of fury, lunged forward, her claws outstretched. But Artanos merely flicked his wrist, a ripple of energy deflecting her attack. He stood there, unmoved, a beacon of unwavering light in the face of her dark rage.
"He is afraid of the unknown," Artanos concluded, his voice soft but firm. "He is afraid of what awaits him while traversing the void."
The demoness, her rage spent, faltered. She stared at Artanos, her eyes filled with a strange mix of fear and begrudging admiration. "You... Who are you?" she hissed, her voice a mere whisper.
Artanos smiled, a faint, knowing smile. "I have been around since your kin's first attempt in this world," he said, his eyes reflecting the swirling chaos of the rift. "And I know what lurks there, in the chaotic void for I have crossed through it to chase down your kin. Your master's fear is not unfounded. But his fear is not of the unknown, but of what he already knows."
With that, Artanos turned, his wings folding behind him. He walked away, leaving the demoness standing there, alone, her anger replaced by a creeping unease. The words of the winged creature resonated within her, planting a seed of doubt that threatened to blossom into something far more dangerous.
The demoness, now a captive of the Light, looked at Artanos with a mixture of anger and a dawning realization. The chains were not just a physical constraint; they were a spiritual prison, designed to stifle her very being, to extinguish her defiance.
"You think you can break me,?" she hissed, her voice raspy with pain and anger. "You think you can extinguish the fire within me? You are mistaken. I am not bound by your chains, I am bound by my own will."
Artanos remained stoic, his expression unreadable. He knew that her defiance was a fleeting spark. She would learn that the Church of Light had ways of dealing with the stubborn flames of rebellion, ways that would leave no room for defiance. He had seen it happen countless times before.
But deep down, within the unyielding armor of his faith, Artanos felt a tremor of unease. The demoness's defiance was a challenge, a reminder that even within the confines of their spiritual prison, a flicker of rebellious spirit could always remain. He knew that her fiery will, though subdued, could still erupt, burning with an intensity that could consume even the brightest light.
As the demoness seethed, her eyes burning with hatred, Artanos turned to Ishaq and his companions, his wings stirring the air with a gentle whoosh. "Do not tarry," he warned, his melodic voice carrying a sense of urgency. "The longer you remain, the greater the chance of discovery. Go, and I will ensure none pursue you."
Ishaq gave a sharp nod, his face set in a determined mask, and turned to gather his companions.
They moved with quiet efficiency, preparing for their escape through the north gate. Artanos watched them for a moment, his piercing gaze taking in their hurried preparations. Then, with a swift movement, he turned back to the demoness, her fiery gaze fixed upon him.
"You will come with me," he stated, his voice brooking no argument. "Your fate is not to be decided by the Church, but by those who understand the true nature of your kind." The demoness's eyes narrowed, her defiance wavering as she considered her options. Find your next adventure on m_v l|e-novelhall.net
"And what if I refuse?" she snarled, her voice laced with contempt. "Will you drag me kicking and screaming like some common criminal? You cannot hope to contain me forever." Artanos's eyes gleamed with a mysterious light, and a slight smile played at the corners of his mouth. "You are correct," he said, "I will do so if needed be, so you better cooperate to make this journey more pleasant for us both."
Ishaq and his companions wasted no time, their movements swift and purposeful as they made their way toward the north gate. The orc and dark elf forces within the city remained unaware, their attention focused still on the demonic swarm that was plaguing the city.
Artanos, the enigmatic guardian, watched over them, his wings of moonlight and starlight folded gently at his back. His piercing gaze fell upon the demoness, her eyes smoldering with a mix of emotions: anger, curiosity, and a hint of fear.
"You have spirit, I'll give you that," Artanos said, his melodic voice carrying a hint of respect. "But your master's plans go beyond your understanding. He seeks to conquer this world, and he cares not for the lives of his minions. You are but a pawn in the grand scheme of things." The demoness's eyes flickered, her defiant stance faltering slightly as she considered his words.
"And what of you, winged creature?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. "What are you truly after? Why do you involve yourself in this affair?" Artanos's gaze turned icy, his eyes reflecting the swirling chaos of the rift. "My motives are my own," he replied, his voice soft but unwavering. "But know this: I stand against the forces that would bring about this world's destruction."