Demons from the Past

"Reinforce the gates," yelled a guard, "don't let them through!" Soldiers brought up a cabinet to block the door. 'Two hours,' the guard thought to himself, 'the city fell in two hours. How? How did he do it?'

2 Hours Earlier

"Are we ready for the assault?" Asked the cloaked man, his gaze never breaking from city. The goblin next to him nodded.

"Yes sir, the city shall fall today." Replied the goblin, slightly shaking while in his presence. The man smiled, hidden by his cloak.

"Good, good...prepare the catapults with explosive barrels," he turned to the goblin, "we move in five minutes." The goblin nodded, shaking.

"Yes, my liege." He stated and began yelling things in Goblin-Tongue at the other goblins, which he assumed were telling them to prepare.

Soon all of the catapults were loaded up with the explosive barrels. 'The goblins may be dumb,' thought the man, 'but they sure know how to make weapons.' The goblins catapult leader approached. "They are all ready sir." He said, with a hint of fear in his voice. The man looked down the row of catapults.

"Roll them onto the fields and fire on my command." The goblin looked at him, confused at his plans.

"Why not attack from the trees? They give us more cover." He already knew this but he wanted to make the soldiers in the city have fear when the battle begins, for fear makes soldiers falter."I know, but they will be fearful if they see 50 catapults come out of the trees. Are you challenging my plans?" The goblin shook his head, getting on his knees. "Good, move the catapults," the goblin looked up at him, "now!" The goblin jumped up and ran back to the catapults.

Soon all of the catapults were on the plains in front of the city. The man walked up onto a small, flat rock. He wrote a message into the sky, using his magic to write it. 'Surrender, and your men shall be allowed to leave,' it wasn't the most threatening message, and he wouldn't really let his men be spared. The answer was a boulder, flung by one of the many trebuchets on the walls. Sidestepping it, he wrote another message. 'So be it, but let it be known that you are the one that will be destroying the families, not me.' He raised his hand into the sky and clamped down. Hearing the catapults launch the barrels, he watched them hit the city. Even here, he could hear the screams of civilians as they ran for their lives. He had ordered his men not to kill any civilians. Turning around he walked past the goblin catapult leader.

"Load boulders now, destroy the gates and watchtowers." The goblin saluted him and started ordering trolls to load the catapults

In the City

"Sir! Sir! The goblins are attacking!" Screamed a soldier, sweating heavily. The king and the Captain of the Guard looked at each other.

"Fire at the catapults! Then prepare the men at the gates." The soldier saluted him, running back out the gates. The Captain looked at his king.

"My liege," the king looked at him, "we both know the goblins are too dumb to launch this big of an attack, they mostly resort to small bands that attack caravans. The question here is; who ordered the attack?" The king scratched his chin, thinking.

"Only two people could have ordered this attacked. Matthias and Bolas. No one else could've gotten the goblins to work with them then those two." The captain still looked concerned.

"But...what if it isn't those two? What if it is a new threat? The king thought on this, but shook his head, not agreeing.

"No, it has to be one of them...or both of them. We would've heard if there was a new threat to the kingdom." What the king didn't know, was that the threat they faced was one far worse than Matthias and Bolas combined. Before either of them good speak again, another soldier burst through the doors.

"Giants! They have...they have giants!" The king and the captain both looked very worried, before the king steeled himself.

"Focus all fire on the giants! Don't let get to the walls!" Again, the soldier saluted and ran back outside, going to deliver the orders. The king sat back, sighing. "Giants, how can it get any worse than that?"

Back on the Plains

"They giantssss are ready milord," stated the viashino, "but do we really have to do thissss?" The cloaked man looked at the reptile, his gaze making him shiver.

"You dare question me?" The viashino was about to answer when the man quickly beheaded him. He looked to everyone who watched what happened. "Let that be a lesson to all of you. Now then, send in the giants." The giants walked out towards the walls, carrying boxes filled with viashinos. Boulders bounced off the armor on the giants, sometimes getting lucky hits on them. Soon they set the boxes down, releasing the viashino inside. The man chuckled, surprised at how easy this was going. 'Now to wait for their 'secret' weapon'. The man turned around and walked into the forest.

With everything going so well all he did was wait, waiting for them to counterattack. He sent out the trolls to bash down the gates, so the goblins and barbarians can charge in. He was looking into the sky for the next defense when he was interrupted. "Hey." Said a woman's voice, a voice he always hated to hear.

"Hey....Arya." He always tried to crush the memories he had with her but they always came back, manifesting into an image of her.

"What are you doing? The sitting out here part, not the destroying the city part?" She asked with a joke. He wanted to smile at this, he really did, but that would be showing emotions and showing emotions is a weakness.

"You know, why do you keep sprouting up at the worst of times?" He asked her, turning his head just enough to see her.

"Oh whatever do you mean? I'm just a figure of your subconscious." She replied innocently. He knew this wasn't true because if it was, he could just stop imagining her.

"No...no you're not. What exactly are you and how can I get rid of you?" He asked. Before she could reply a gruff voice talked.

"My lord! They have angels! You never said they were to be angels!" Yelled a barbarian emerging from the forest. 'Dammit Arya, you distracted me from my job.' The man thought, gripping his hands in rage. He looked up and sure enough, the clouded sky was being torn apart by angels going to the battlefield.

"Roll out the ballistas." Was all he said, clearly not in the mood to talk. The barbarian nodded and ran back. 'Lets hope this ritual works or this invasion will soon be over.' He thought while grabbing a knife. He put the knife up to his wrist and sliced, making the blood gush out, while he was chanting. When the chant was done he healed his wrist and the ground began to crack. The ground split open to reveal fire. 'Hello Hell, nice to see you again,' he thought, 'now to finally make that demon repay the debt.'

Back in the lower sanctums of the city the invasion force was being torn apart. Angels swooping down, fire pots spilling on them, attack hounds chasing after the ones that retreated. A barbarian looked up to see an angel flying towards him. He closed his eyes and waited....and waited. He opened his eyes to see a demon impaling the angel. He was confused and then saw the demon smiling at him. He smiled and charged back into the fray, battle crying. This was the man's plan all along. He summoned the demons to battle the angels. Soon the battle turned, guards retreating to the upper sanctum of the city, the barbarians and goblins close on their heels.

Soon all that was left was the gates to the throne room. The guards that were left were inside, protecting the gates. The monsters were banging and charging into the gates, trying to get in. The demons left, their job done. Soon they began to tire. They guards were taking turns guarding it while the invading forces just all charged in at once. Not to mention that of the 100 guards left, 75 of them were Royal Guards, who were in the throne room, fully energized. "Stop hitting the gates." The man said, trying to think of something else.

Present Time. Behind The Gates

The pounding finally stopped. The guards weren't sure what this was so they were all still on edge. Soon they began to wonder if they finally stopped. What they didn't realize was that the cloaked man was inside, right next to them. Soon they stopped barricading the doors. "Did...did they give up?" A guard asked.

"No....no I didn't." The man said, emerging from the shadows. The guards weren't prepared and they scrambled for their weapons but they were all stopped, clasping at their necks. One guard was able to choke a question out and asked.

"How did...you get in?" The man turned to the guard, then chuckled. The grip around his neck got tighter.

"Darkness is a powerful ally," he said disappearing, "you just have to know when to use it." He finished behind the man. The guard turned his head around as far as he could only to get stabbed in the back.

"The ki-king will have your he-head for this." He said, coughing up some blood. The man put his mouth to the guard's ear

"Oh I'm sure he will." The man said, pulling out his sword and leaving the guard to suffer. He then walked forward until he got to the throne. No one was there, to be expected, the king was always a coward.

"DIE YOU MONSTER!" Yelled the captain, sword drawn. The man easily sidestepped this and punched the man, sending him crashing into the throne.

"Captain, I expected better from you, now you will just die like the rest of them. A pity, really." The captain smiled.

"Oh I do believe you're wrong." He said, hacking up blood. The man cocked his head slightly, a questioning look on his face.

"Oh really? How?" The captain then through his sword to some curtains, slicing them apart to reveal "A...portal? How will this stop me? Real-UGH" he yelled, for the king slammed into him, knocking him toward the portal.

"By sending you to the Aether monster!" The king yelled. The man, unprepared, barely had enough time to grab a dagger and plunged it into the floor, stopping him from being sucked in. The king stepped forward, kneeling next to the man. "So tell me," he whispers, "who are you?" The man looked up.

"You mean you don't remember me? I'm appalled." He said, reaching towards his cowl, and peeling it back just enough to see his eyes. One was dark green, the other however, was a dark blue flame. "Then again, Hell does that to a person." Frederick looked at him for a few more seconds, until he realized who it was.

"No...." he says, terrified of who was in front of him, "you can't be...." The man grins and chuckles darkly.

"What? To afraid to say my name? I'm not afraid to say yours, Frederick." The captain calls out to Frederick.

"Who is it my liege?" Frederick slowly turns to the captain and says his name, almost yelling it at the captain.

"Aldric." The captain freezes. Frederick then takes the dagger out from the ground and kicks Aldric in the face, launching him into the Aether. The portal closes soon after and he looks back at the captain. "Get the citizens back and have them rebuild the city." The captain salutes and marches off. The king walks toward his semi-destroyed throne and sat down. He said the first thing that popped into his head. "I need a drink."

"Well....this turned out terribly." Aldric said, plummeting into the Aether. "You know....I probably should've expected this, it always ends badly for the 'bad guy', oh well if I'm going to be stuck here forever I bet-WOAH!" He yelled, slamming into the wall of the tunnel. "What the fu-GAH!" He began spinning wildly out of control, slamming into the walls. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!?" He screamed to no one. The answer was, getting shot out of the portal and hitting a cliff.

"Ugh...why does it feel like I had a bad hangover?" Aldric asked to no one in particular. He got up and patted himself down only to realize that the world looked a bit....differently. "Huh? What in the world happened to my skin? It looks like it has an outline!" He looked up to see everything else looked like this....and he saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes. The creature leapt out of the treeline, lunging for his throat. He drew his sword and held it straight up, cutting the beast in half. He looked at his sword and saw it was covered in sap. "What the fuck? Sap?" He turned his head to see the beast he had just killed. It looked like a wolf, but it was made out of wood. "That's different. I wonder what they are called? Oh gods....I hope they aren't called timberwolves, because that is a terrible pun." He turned around only to see more eyes, about a dozen pairs. "Oh shit....that's unfair odds for you guys." He said smiling, getting into a battle stance.