The Journey of a Demon
A noise reaches his senses. Definitly worthy to wake him up. He grunts, jumps up, takes his stuff and walks to the large stones nearby. While he hide himself behind rocks, the noises getting louder. Steel clash against steel. Warcries reverberate through the valley. Followed by Screams. There is no doubt, the battlefield expand really fast into his direction. Still terrible tired, he tries to make himself as comfort as possible. He finds a rock where he can lean on. Definitly not that soft as the sandy ground he has sleeped before. However, he is out of sight now. Therefore he feel safe again. After some yawning he proceed to sleep. The smell of burned meat reaches the rocks. A few minutes later the first creatures appear nearby. A group of demons, regroup themselfs. Two of them drag a bad wounded one. What seems like a mage, a bowman and a warrior covers their rear. Suddenly a fireball hit into the three protectors. The warrior and bowman fall to the ground. The mage survived due to his great reflexes. He was saved by his own magic barrier. The Mage doesn't hesitate and send a frost spell into the direction of the assaulter. A scream indicate he hit someone. A sudden breeze let the mage freeze. A enemy was stealhed and managed to sneak behind the mage. A dagger sweeps along the mage's throat. The body sags and drop to the ground. The last three survivor gets hit by a shock spell. Leaving them unmoveable. Another Fireball burned them on the spot. The assassin, who took out the mage, shouts to his companions: "Lets head to the east, there should be more". As fast as they appear, the attackers are gone. They haven't recognice the snoring muscular Hellfire Demon behind the rocks where he dreams peacefully. He dreams about showing off his amazing muscles to beastwomen. Cuddling with the cutest one's and making himself a name in Arboreus as an Angel. After five hours the sleepyhead wakes up. He stretched himself and leaves the rocks behind. Just to enter the result of a massacre. Bodies over Bodies. Blood everywhere. Unimpressed he begin his morning yoga routin on a nearby hill. While he manage to do the "blooming lotus", he takes in the scenery. A sandy landscape covered in dead bodies and a hot sun in the sky. Another day to survive on Tartarus.
