04-23-2011, 09:25 AM
Chapter One: Finally perfect.
In dark times, mortals seek to find protection. May it be by having someone by their side or by using a particular tool to support them. Despair makes the mortal mind weak, or atleast that is what demons tend to think. Love is their only true ‘Light' in the battles they have to face. A storm of rage can be beaten down by love.
“Love…†The demon hissed as he looked through the dark cellar. “Love is of no importance to a being like myself, no.†As the Fel-sworn stood before a work bench he let his hand move along the curves of a plate chest piece. His lips curled into a sly smirk as he laid his fel fire eyes on the chest piece. The chest piece looked like the regular one, worn by Death Knights and Warriors, yet it differed as well. The black color of the plate seemed to be inscribed with runes, the collar was carved out of the plate.
Then his eyes slowly moved over to the leg piece. It had the same color, and also it had runes inscribed in it. The Fel-sworn tilted his head back as he chuckled. He could already see himself wearing this attire. He let his eyes fall upon the gauntlets which laid to both sides of the leg piece. He picked one up and turned it in his palm. Usually the gauntlet would be full plate, but the palm of the gauntlet was curved out. He slipped the gauntlet over his hand watching his hand again.
Finally there was the staff of Agony, as the Fel-sworn named it. The demonic staff which was crafted by one of his superiors. He let his fingers move along the frame of the large staff, the radiation of fel ignited like a bomb as the Fel-sworn and his beloved staff made contact. The crystal in the middle of the staff immediately changed color, becoming a soft fel green.
The Fel-sworn broke the connection with his staff and stepped back, turning on his heels to look into a mirror. The demonic mirror image made Mistal shiver with excitement. This is what he had become after so many months of training, improving his powers as everyone had suggested him. The blood of the lesser demons had made his mutation complete. In the image a Fel-sworn stood, his hair was coiled black, his skin went from slight violet to red, even his height had increased as well. He turned again to prepare himself.
As soon as the fel-sworn was turned, he let his right hand move over the purple robes he worn for his whole training. The glowing runes began to fade, and a small line began to burn his attire into two pieces. Once the small flames had devour the lower part of his robes The fel –sworn tore the remaining parts of his body and threw them on the ground. The demon gazed down on his naked, mutated body and nodded slightly. “Yes… my training is complete.†He tensed all his muscles and let out a demonic laugh. Then he spread his arms to full length horizontally. He fixed his gaze on the armor pieces and snapped his fingers on both hands. The armor parts began to hover towards the naked body and pushed themselves against his scaled skin. The a green glow began to move between his skin and the armor parts, carving the parts into his skin. The demon let out a grown followed by another scream of severe pain.
First it was the leg piece that merged with the demon's flesh, followed by his boots and gauntlet. Now the two final pieces would be the ones who would make the Fel-sworn endure pain he never witnessed throughout his journey to becoming a demon. The Chest piece split, one piece went for the back the other to cover his chest. Then the shoulder pats hovered over to the Fel-sworn and hovered above the place they should be attached. The demon began to chant an incantation to order the pieces to connect with his flesh and fix themselves into his flesh.
Once the Fel-sworn finished the incantation the pieces placed themselves against the warm flesh, again there was the green glow. Then the demon cried from the top of his lungs, The fel flames in their eye sockets flared as the demon yelled, screamed and cried by the pain that he caused on himself. Small wisps of smoke began to rise into the air from the attached armor parts. The chest piece merged itself with the flesh of the demon, once that done a small green rune carved itself into the demon's chest, it placed itself in the exact spot which was carved out of the plate armor piece. Another demonic cry filled the dark cellar. Once the rune was curved in his flesh and glowed green, the demon fell to his knees. Breathing heavily he just sat there for minutes. Once he had the feeling he could get up again he lifted himself up to his feet and made his way back over to the workbench.
The Fel-sworn panted slightly as he reached for five small healthstones. He snapped the fingers of his other hand and the five shards began to hover towards his shoulder piece. The fel-sworn mumbled some demonic words and the shards attached themselves to the right shoulder part. He repeated his former action and five health stones attached themselves to his left shoulder part.
Minutes later the Fel-sworn stood before his mirror again nodding entertained, pleased with what he just had done.
He already could feel his body regain full power while he just stood there, the taint of Fel lingered heavily around the demon as he turned both sides to see how the armor looked. He slowly returned to his desk and clenched his right hand around the staff. He placed it on his back, between the two folded wings and walked over to the exit of the cellar.
“Now it is time to begin what has been asked, to finish what I have began.â€Â