The Prophecy of Light - Part 1: Heaven and Hell
Chapter 2 - The Flaming Cage
Satan'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:
„Crede
mihi…*
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:
„Dura
patientia
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
c
i
t
y
.
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.
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Gargoyles belong to the demons. It is a special ability. According to these abilities, the demons are differentiated.
„What I cannot change, I accept patiently.“
My fault. My excessive blame.
Goodness and stupidity are companions.“
An extinct being, which prefers to eat blood demons.
„Even if the forces are missing, the will is nevertheless to be praised!“
„Hard I break through patience.“
„Hard I break through patience.“