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The Prophecy of Light - Part 1 - Heaven and Hellby Luna42Chapter 2 - Flaming CageSatan's eyes wandered through the deep darkness of the hot hell. Even the daily tournaments, in which he let his hell demons fight against each other, couldn’t change anything. Only the strongest survived. But this did not disturb the prince of darkness. He could create new hell demons any time. Every day he looked at these senseless tournaments and at first he was rejoicing at the bloodthirstiness of his creatures. However, this didn’t satisfied Satan longer in this way, as it was previously the case. He wanted more. Much more! The world of the living offered so many possibilities: Torture, lying, deceit, murder, suffering... As soon as he caught that thought, it did not let him go anymore. He wanted the world of the living for himself, wanted to take part of their sins, they torment and wallow in their sorrow. „Come, creatures of darkness. Bring me the demons from this world. I want them all, alive. Bring them down to hell“, he ordered his hell demons and laughed sinister into himself. Under fire, sulfur and smoke, a Hell Gate opened through which the hell demons marched directly into the world of the living. Satan himself was the last to go through the Hell Gate. He flew up, where he turned around in the flight, and then he stretched his wings and hovered over his army of hell demons. The hell dog was probably the most impressive being among them. He was gigantic, 20 meters high. He had never lost a fight and devoured the defeated hell demons always immediately. His appetite was insatiable, so Satan suspected that he would devour the demons too, if they can’t assert themselves against him. But the few losses were not important. The hell demons split up and soon they were traveling all over the world to take captive the demons of this world. One by one they were transported to hell. Falx was on his way through the dusty wasteland. After the Prince of Light and the Prince of Darkness had arisen by Damon’s failure a few weeks ago, the group had dispersed in all directions and went their own ways. Falx jumped around when he heard the sound of the wings: „Who believes me to be able to surprise me from above?“ Surprised, he realized, that it was not a Gargoyle: „I do not think so.“ The Prince of Darkness glanced arrogant down at him: „So surprised to see me?“ „Belua!“* growled Falx. Satan snorted furiously: „You'll regret that.“ Falx made ready for the fight. If he was lucky, the prince's power was not so great, as he feared. Satan dropped to the ground and walked towards him: „Come and show me whether you are worthy of my attention at all.“ In Satan's face was mirrored a wickedness, which Falx could not interpret. Of this he would not be let deterred. How crazy he began to shoot black magic balls to the prince. It just seemed to fall flat to him. Not a scratch was visible. Falx produced a black magic whip, and struck the prince with it. The priest’s robe was a little damaged from the whip, which Satan wore. But apart from that was nothing happened. The prince spread his arms inquiringly: „Was it already? I have to wonder if I want you at all. Best of all, I just kill you.“ Falx growled: „You arrogant bastard!“ His eyes glowed, then his whole body began to change. He turned into a sort of muscular bull without horns, with paws of a lion and a long lizard-like tail. His whole body was littered with black scales. The creature roared and the sharp teeth were flashing. The devil laughed darkly: „Apparently you want to work for me.“ Falx rushed with a loud roar to Satan, which threw himself on the ground. Then he bit into the prince's shoulder with his huge snout and tried tugging to tear off his arm. With a strong jerk, he had the arm in his snout, and away from Satan’s body. But it sounded more like just tearing stuff. The prince hurled with a black magic-wave Falx away. The wave looked like a fast-moving wall. He stood up and there where the arm was once, the darkness came out like a kind of mist, which created and materialized a new arm. „Enough! You proved yourself“, The prince said dryly and hurled a black magic ball to Falx. He growled and hit the ball with his paw. As soon as he touched her, he disappeared and found himself in hell, where many other demons had already wandered around, or simply sat desperately. Falx turned back: „Damn crap! Where am I?“In the meantime, Dimicatio was sitting in front of a gate, and there penetrated from the columns a strong light. The gate closed a cave entrance and seemed to have been made just for this purpose. It was in the middle of the deepest jungle. Again and again, strange sounds came out of the gate, which were beginning to sound like voices. However, it was not to be understood what they were saying or to determine whether it was any words. Dimicatio did not move. He just sat there like a frozen statue. A cracking branch made him look up. „Damon“ He said it indifferently, if they were neither enemy nor friend. „Dimicatio, I need your help. Outside this jungle, all over the world, demons disappear through creatures, which I have never seen before. They have no chance. I know that could be my fault, but please help me. It have to be stopped.“ Dimicatio looked at Damon for a while before he answered: „Levius fit patientia, quidquid corrigere est nefus.“* „Does that mean you cannot help me?“ Damon wanted to know. Dimicatio sighed: „Credemihi…* it looks bad. Almost two months have passed, Damon. Do you think I did not try to undo it?“ Damon fell desperately to his knees: „ So there is no salvation. It's over…“ The sight of despair in Damon's face did not leave Dimicatio cold in his feelings without everything before and he stood up: „ The two princes were created exactly in the same second. They must also cease to exist in one and the same second. This is not feasible.“ Damon hit the ground with his fist and tears formed in his eyes: „Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.“*„We can only do one thing“, continued Dimicatio, „we have to defend ourselves. This world belongs to demons and mortals. Let us not allow the princes of light and darkness to take it over.“ He went up to Damon and held out his hand: „Bonitas stultitiaque sodales sunt.“* Damon looked at Dimicatio, took his hand and stood up: „Qui audet adipiscitur.“*They looked at each other for a moment, then took Dimicatio the word: „I never thought we'd really work together.“ Damon grinned a little: „Neither do I. Actually, I should have immediately shut you out of my group. I do not know why I took you with me.“ „Destiny“, replied Dimicatio, „Let’s go.“ The two demons paved the way through the jungle. There everything was peaceful, as always. You heard a few birds chirping, now and then a few wing hits, shrieking monkeys and the cracking and breaking of trees under the feet of the two.The sound of the wings of Satan announced his coming. Verentia looked out at the sun from which the dark body of Satan came. When he landed, Verentia glanced at him for a moment. „Are you missing the words?“ Satan asked with a malicious grin. „I was thinking about whether you're worth talking to you at all“, Verentia replied so coolly and so that one might think she saw him only as a tiny, insignificant flea. Satan let go a black magic wave to Verentia and laughed loudly. She had no chance of avoiding the attack, was hit and thrown back. Quickly, however, she stood up, crossed her arms in front of her body. Her arms were covered in flames. This moved them apart with a quick movement. Everywhere small fire heap descended from which slender fire creatures formed. When one looked closely at them, one could see, despite the roaring flames, which all these creatures were like Verentia himself, only in fire design. Without hesitation, they rushed at Satan, tried to burn him, threw him with fire balls, and beat him. Verentia himself did not take part in the fighting. One hand was on her hips and looked satisfied to their fire copies, as they wrestle down Satan. Satan sank to his knees, protected himself with his arms and bent down ever further. A loud, amused laugh came from his throat and grew louder. He straightened his upper body again and stretched out his arms, while he continued to laugh unceasingly. Verentias creatures gave their best, but as Verentia had to realize, every wound immediately disappeared, after it had been added. He could not be stopped. The laughter fell silent, and Satan turned back to full size. With his right claw, he made a tight movement, which indicated that the creatures should disappear. They instantly fell apart. Not even ash remained. „You proved yourself“, Satan announced blithely, and sent Verentia down to hell in the same way as he had done at Falx.Meanwhile, Dimicatio and Damon were on their way to Nemorosus, the demon city. Nemorosus was the only demon city that existed. Almost every demon was born here and grew up there. There was a strict ban to fight within the city. Thus the demons ensured that their offspring did not involve themselves in undesirable battles and his first years of life did not survive. Up to the age of 20, each young demon had a teacher, who looked after him and trained him. The parents of a demon child usually had less to do with this. At least one parent watched over their offspring. However, at the age of 10, a demon was allowed to challenge another demon to an official demon battle and thus to determine their rank. But now, there was not much left of the once peaceful city of Nemorosus. Only the ruins of the houses suggested what had happened here. There was a dead silence, and every life had disappeared. The two demons walked side by side on the former main street of Nemorosus, which led from the east gate to the west gate, across the great training ground in the middle of the city. They seemed to be listening to every little noise in the hope of discovering a demon under these ruins. Dimicatio leaned down to a small vial. It contained a red liquid. Blood demons always had such vials with them. The liquid in it was the blood of a mortal, because blood daemons nourished from this blood. They accounted for the largest part of the people. It was not surprising that Dimicatio found such a vial. It must have been lost in the zeal of the battle. „The children“, Damon said almost absentmindedly, „All away. The offspring of our species… eradicated.“ Suddenly Dimicatio grabbed him by the shoulders: „ Damn it, Damon! Pull yourself together! If you lose your mind, we cannot help anyone anymore. Let us save those we can still save.“ Underneath the debris of one of the houses moved something and the chunks of rock were set aside. „Metos!“ cried the two astonished at the same time. „That's impossible. To see you both together, turns my whole world view upside down. I thought you hated each other.“ Dimicatio cleared his throat: „ There is more important than that. What happened to the other demons?“ Metos clambered up and tapped the dust down: „ I do not know exactly. There were these giant, rotten creatures. I've never seen anything like this. This was more frightening than the Corporeus.Whenever they touched someone with their paws, they simply disappeared without a trace. We tried to fight them, but it seemed hopeless. It was not until we had completely disassembled one of these creatures that it was no longer moving. But there were just too many. In the fight I climbed on one of these creatures, which then rolled around. I have probably pounded against some stone and lost consciousness. As I can see, I am the only one left.“ Damon clenched his fists and then roared loudly: „Satan!!! Come here when you dare! I wait for you.“ Dimicatio and Metos covered their ears, meanwhile. A demon could produce a tremendous volume. So loud that a mortal could burst the eardrum. Damon, Metos and Dimicatio had been on the road for days, scrambling the last demons around him who still existed. Many were it not. They had only found nine other demons, and Satan or his creatures were missing any trace. Was this the end? Are they the last 12 demons? Damon refused to believe that. They were so many. The world belonged to the demons and now were they a dying species? That must not be. He had to find out what had happened to the others. After all, it was possible that they were still alive. With which he was not wrong. In hell the demons had resisted together to be a servant of the devil. From time to time he let the hell demons bring a few mortals to hell, which were regarded as forage for the blood demons, werewolves, and ghouls. His plan ranged much farther than to subject only the demons. He wanted the whole world of the living. But he needed faithful followers. He also knew that there were still Damon, Metos and Dimicatio, which he could not have tracked up them and his hell demons had not sent any of them down. But he already begun to take care about that. He had sent out a small group of hell demons to find the three and send them down to hell. The three and their nine followers went along the edge of a ravine when they heard a loud roar. Metos shuddered: „There it is.“ Damon immediately ran away in the direction from which the roar had come. Then Dimicatio, Metos, and the nine other demons followed him. The ground dusted under their feet, while they ran at over 120 h/km to the hell demons. As soon as they were in sight, they were already firing fireballs to the demons to attack them after that physically. Damon tried to slit them and tear them apart. The others imitated him and gave their best to conquer the hell demons. They defended themselves vigorously, snapped at them with their big mouths and slammed with their claws. „Take care of the paws!“ roared Metos. The first demon was already hit by one and disappeared, as Metos had described it. Dimicatio produced light balls that should dazzle the hell demons, which had only a limited effect. Some of them could not be restricted with that. Metos roared, his fur grew in length, his snout, his torso, his legs and arms changed, grew and his muscle mass increased. He turned into a werewolf. In this form he could not speak any more, just growling and yelling, but that was not necessary in the fight. The advantage was that he was much faster and stronger than before. How obsessed he struck the hell demons. However, they became less and less, and had not yet brought down any hell demon. Finally, only Metos, Dimicatio and Damon were left. Damon roared furiously as tears streamed down his cheeks: „Satan!!! Come here so I can tear you to pieces!“ Dimicatio withdrew: „ We have to flee. We will not be able to do it!“ Dimicatio ran to Damon and pulled him. Then Damon followed him and they ran for their lives. Metos also followed. The hell demons were also fast and persecuted them. Metos was hit by one of her paws and disappeared like the demons before. Damon and Dimicatio avoided the attacks as well as they could and headed to the ravine. When they reached them, they fell without further thinking about this down. The hell demons stayed behind.„Damn crap!“ growled and panted Damon angry while Dimicatio supported him so he could go. He had broken his right leg when he fell into the ravine. Dimicatio had better off. He had only a sprained hand apart from some bruises. A mortal would be definitely dead from this height. „When I get Satan in my hands ...“ Damon scolded. However Dimicatio interrupted him: „Don’t panic, Damon. When you face Satan like this, you are instantly sacrificed to death.“ Another growling sound came from Damon's throat, but no further words followed. Damon dragged himself limping through the ravine supported by Dimicatio and hoped for an early end. They were probably the last two demons. Damon wanted to pay revenge for his folk and his debt, but he had no plan at all how he was going to do it. They could not possibly win against these hell demons and none of them knew how powerful Satan really was. Maybe he could just extinguish her with a snap, when he fell like it. After all, he was the prince of darkness, the darkness itself. Thus, Dimicatio still had the best chances with his ability of light. But what could Damon do? Probably nothing. „I'll destroy him“, announced Damon again. Dimicatio smiled, but it was a bitter smile: „Ut desint vires tamen est laudanda voluntas!“*„Stop with your wisdom“, Damon growled bitterly, then sighed, „This is the end is not it?“ Dimicatio shrugged his shoulders, which was very difficult for him, as he still had to support Damon. The most demons felt not so good in hell. A few days had already passed, and the blood demons, werewolves and ghouls slowly lost control, since Satan brought less and less living food and finally he didn’t bring any food to starve them. He lost patience more and more, because the demons did not submit to him. They needed their food or they would fight each other to get their food and mutually exterminate each other. Satan was waiting for this to happen. He believed that the demons would then subdue to him. So far, they had refused stubbornly, but they could not leave the hell and were trapped here. Metos went nervous and hungry back and forth. Every demon, who was near him, appeared to him as a food source, but he tore himself together with all his strength. Soon his instinct would take over and he would go arbitrarily on his own kind. It had to happen something and that should be fast. Satan appeared. He stood on the roof of his palace and looked down at the demons. After he let his look wandered, and raised his voice: „Very soon you will fight of each other. I ask you this question now, before your number decimates: Will you swear with loyalty?“ Verentia was the first to raise the word: „We'd rather die!“ The other demons it concurred fast and offended Satan. Satan snorted furiously and then disappeared back into his throne room, as always, a black feather remained for a moment. How will he get them to serve him? Would they really have first to start killing each other? He would know that tomorrow. Most would start losing control and the number of blood demons, werewolves and ghouls made up a large part of the demons.Dimicatio and Damon were the last days wandering aimlessly. They stopped to rest in a forest. Between the two there was silence. Damon rested his broken leg, which he based with some sticks and a rope that he had created out of black magic. Dimicatio finally broke the silence: „I'll go back to my gate. The balls of light to maintain over this distance is tiring and at the moment not worth the effort. We cannot do anything.“ Damon growled furiously: „That means you just give up.“ Dimicatio sighed: „Ita est!“*When no more response from Damon came, Dimicatio stood up and looked back at Damon: „Vale.“*Even now Damon did not move, whether he was too proud or too desperate, it was to say badly. Dimicatio did not know at all, and left Damon alone.As expected by Satan, the demons started to fight each other the next day. The blood demons tried to bite the other demons and feed on the blood of them, while the werewolves transformed and tried to tear the other demons. The ghouls nibbled at every part of the body, which they get in the fight. There was a single chaos in the survival struggle. Falx and Verentia tried to keep Metos on the ground. They tried to calm him. Verentia spoke to him softly: „ It will be alright, Metos. Something will come to mind.“ There were many seriously injured and even dead. Satan appeared again and felt superior: „I repeat my offer from yesterday. Serve me and live or die.“ The demons' response remained the same, and almost all of them shouted at the same time: „We'd rather die!“ Satan snorted furiously then, before loudly roaring, so the whole hell shook: „I do not accept no!“ He mobilized all his powers to bind the demons to himself. So he would always know where they were and no one would escape him. They received the ability to teleport, while Satan sacrificed this ability for the forced pact and was doomed to stay in hell. Each of the demons seemed to shine black for a moment. Satan looked around furiously: „You all belong to me now!“ To demonstrate his power he pointed to a demon, which then painfully holding his head, before he looked up and stood motionless. Satan grinned: „Beat your head against the castle wall.“ That's exactly what the demon did. „If you don’t want to be mindless servants then you have to do what I say. “This time there were no replies. He opened a portal: „You have an hour to get food for you or whatever. The portal remains open. Who doesn’t return, will feel my power.“ Then he disappeared again. The demons, which were already lusted for food, were quickly disappearing through the portal to satisfy their hunger. Shortly afterwards followed other demons, which were not dependent on food and simply wanted to escape the stifling, gloomy hell for a moment. Also Metos, Falx and Verentia use the opportunity. As soon as Metos had sat, they thought, they would be able to think about a plan.„Ad rem!“*, began Falx while Metos still ran through the forest to chase his prey, a shy deer. There would be no chance against a werewolf anyway and Metos would saturate his flesh. „We cannot fight against Satan. He has all of us under control and if we simply refuse, it will cost us only our own will. So what should we do?“, Falx briefly summarized. Verentia had leaned against a tree and listened to how Metos tore his prey in the distance: „Durapatientia frango.*Just let us wait. Even the prince of darkness will have a weakness, and we will find it.“ „Eunt via sua fata“*, Falx agreed and looked in the direction in which Metos had disappeared. A grin went over his face: „And we have time to teach Metos in Latin.“ Also Verentia smiled about this little joke: „But this will also be high time.“Metos shot a stone over the ash-covered ground of hell and grumbled: „I wonder what it brings him to keep us trapped here. He has created these disgusting creatures, why does not he play with them?“ „It doesn’t help to racking your brain about this“, exhorted Verentia him, who sat on a rock and devoted her attention to his senseless to and fro running. Most of the demons had already returned and apparently the last stragglers were still arriving. To the same rock leaned on which Verentia sat, Falx had also settled down and looked up: „ If you could get up there and drill a hole through the rock face, where would you go?“ At the same time, Verentia and Metos looked at him questioningly. Before one of the two could say something, Satan appeared in the midst of the many demons: „ I waited long enough. Go and conquer for me the world of the living!“ Uncertainly, the demons looked at each other. The highest-ranking among them, an air-cutter, jumped on one of the rocks to be seen well: „ Let's do what he says. That should be easy for us. The ordinary can‘t do anything against us and these have never interested us.“ Murmurs broke out. Satan shouted furiously to them: „Shall I first show you my power?“ All remembered his last demonstration of power and definitely did not want to repeat it. So they set off again into the world of the living, but this time to follow Satan's command.The ordinary mortals were no enemies. Fear faces looked at them as Falx, Verentia, and Metos entered with a few other demons the city. The town was decorated with simple houses in gray or brown shades and roofs of straw or wood. Already it was one of the modern places of this time. The walls were made of clay and rock and thus belonged to the more stable buildings. It wasn’t like the temples, but here lived simple people. Mothers attracted scared their children back into the house or in her arms, while the tautness increased among all. Demons usually did not come to the city or to a village. If be needed blood demons came to the ordinaries to get their blood and they were already very unpopular among the mortals. „Give up immediately, you are now the faithful subjects of the prince of darkness, the new ruler of this world“, Falx announced so bored that people looked insecure to him and waited for him to add everything, so it would be a joke. However, no further reaction followed and the other demons did nothing of the sort. One of the men now grabbed a manure fork and ran screaming to the demons. Verentia grabbed the manure fork, snapped it with one pull and broke it into two. Meanwhile, Metos grabbed the man, pulled him back, lifted him up like a child and threw him a few yards. They could have killed him with ease, but that had absolutely nothing to do with pride. What they did there was absolutely cowardly and dishonest. Moreover, it seemed to leave a bitter taste. None of the people moved to help the poor man, who was now lying on the ground. Fear faces looked into the unfathomable, red eyes of the demons. They all knew they had no chance.*You can read the translation, if you hold your mouse over the Latin text.