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[malexarivelliosnailo-blog]

When Darkness Falls and Silence Dies.

“H..how did I get here?!” His head was pounding as he woke up and pulled himself up on the oh so familiar altar. His memory was black, his last thoughts were in Dragon’s Blight but now he was here. There were bones, so many bones and so much blood. It was fresh, his hands were covered in it, the area wreaked of the pungent iron smell. The platform in front of him was unused, which brought a sigh of relief from his trembling lips. “I didn’t bring anything else into the world...” The thought kept echoing in his mind, but it didn’t change the fact he had no fucking clue how he had gotten here. The more he wracked his brain, the more it hurt, causing a nose bleed even.

“Son of a bitch...What the Fel is wrong with me now!?” He screamed, pulling at his bone white locks of hair. Malexar crumbled to his knees, grabbing the at the purple fabric to keep himself off the ground. This place brought back bitter sweet memories. “Leyna, I”m sorry this place drove us apart...” he cried out to to the sky. It had been months since her passing but this place brought every memory back. The thoughts of Galataea showing him this place assaulted his mind. She was so happy to find something cool for Mal, her eyes gleaming in joy for new adventure to only have it ruined by his freak out. 

He pulls himself up and punches the altar, breaking it more than he had the last time he was here as the wood splintering and embedding into his hand. A feral snarl leaves his lips at the sight of his own blood. His blood...his blood and the thing that lived inside of him caused all of this! He snarls again as he sets to work, clambering up on top of the massive platform and drawing runes out of his blood. 

“Exite daemonium interrogo te ab anima loqui!” The strange yet familiar language rolled from his tongue in a blur. The runes exploded in a purple light, throwing Mal to the ground some 15 feet from the platform. Slowly he grabs his head, pulling back his hood to see his hand covered in more blood, his bone white hair stained a crimson red from the impact. “Malexar Nai’lo...I didn’t expect you to have the balls to wake me up after you fought so hard to put me to sleep.” The voice was mocking and condescending and it pissed Malexar off to no end. “I didn’t wake you up to play games Naberus.” He stares right into the eyes of the demon before him, the spot on his soul he could never be rid of. He practically spat the demons name, causing it to laugh.

The demon Naberus stands tall, a towering 10 feet, which looks much higher with Mal standing below the summoning platform. The creature reaches forward, but is met by a rather painful green barrier prompting a snarl that shakes the stones on the ground. “You dare toy with me Nai’lo? Do you have that much confidence in yourself now?” Again Mal just glares at the demon, his eyes glowing a vibrant green. “Do not speak unless spoken to demon.” His voice is powerful, commanding enough that Naberus stops laughing and just eyes Mal with hate.

“Good, do I have your attention now prick?” Malexar snickers at the helpless demon before him. Naberus growls in response, prompting a laugh from Mal. They stare at each other for quite some time, latent power from them both darkening the sky and causing a lightning storm. With a profound sigh Malexar looks at the demon, “I need your help.” Naberus laughs, “There is more irony in your words Nai’lo then you will ever understand.” he spits a bit of molten lava on the ground, “But if it will allow me to stay awake...I’ll agree to help you.” Mal grins, his demonic wings spreading from his back so he may hover to the demon’s height. “Good Naberus....Then welcome back.” Mal extends his hand, the demon shaking it.

A massive Fel Lightning storm erupts around the area as Mal and the demon merge into one being. Malexar’s hands turn to giant claws, a rune of power appearing under his left eye which quickly fades. Slowly, Malexar descends to the ground, the storm subsiding. Without a look behind him, Malexar walks off, the sounds of wailing souls reverberating from a portal to the Void that is slowly closing.

[mydirtyglove]

Hilarious! The caption had me in stitches #DemonsNeverDie via @lexy_the_leopard2

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[noplainjayne]

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