Return of the Reaper

Thousands of years ago, the Reaper, Demon Lord and ruler of all Creation, was betrayed and his empire turned to dust. Now he has returned, and is looking for revenge on the one who betrayed him.


22. Chapter twenty two

 Invisible to mortal eyes, a lonely figure watched the flames rise against the blood-colored sky.


 History repeated itself, only this time Death in the Wind and his demons took the place of his people. They wanted nothing less than total supremacy over Creation, even if it meant ruling scorched earth and ruined cities. Yes, his own people had once been like that, but they had seen the error in their ways and ceded control to the one who could wield it with justice. It hadn’t been easy: on one side they had an eternal war that could bring light and hope to the world, but could as easily destroy it. On the other hand, a peace that would plunge it into darkness. It came as no wonder that many decided to exile themselves when lord Azrael decided to end the war and give Creation to the demons.


 Now they were back at the beginning, and once more the fate of countless thousands was balanced between light and darkness. War was inevitable, for the two enemies hated each other too much, and wouldn’t rest until the other lay dead.


 Without thinking he touched his chest, where once a heart had beaten. Would those who had once been his brothers understand? The nordheim were a proud people, not prone to change their ways even in the best of times, and their war with the fae had gone on for longer than any could remember. He hoped the Reaper could guide both races to battle their common foe, for otherwise Creation would plunge into a savage and ruthless darkness, completely different from the one the demon lord forged so long ago.


 Fortunately, his brothers had gone out either, joining the Reaper and those still loyal to him, and making sure they had a place from which to influence the upcoming events without getting too involved in them.


 From his vantage point he watched Beast fight the traitor as the wailing hordes came back to Creation, drinking the innocent’s fears and hopes as much as their blood, leaving behind them only ashes and dust.


 He couldn’t just stay there as condemnation hung over those lands. His brothers were acting, and he should do so too.


 The earth shook slightly as the herald began his journey.

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