Sweat trickled down the glowing brow of Major Colton D'goon as he dipped down for another shot at the demons that ravaged the countryside below. However, to the man known as Heritage, the countryside below was more than just mountains and various terrain types.
It was his home.
The land he had sworn to protect.
And, now, this war was personal.
Yellow beams of solid energy shot from his hands as the maniacal devils that collided with them screamed in agony, their bodies disintigrating and returning to the pit of sulfur and brimstone from which they came.
Diving into the heart of the fray, the Major cast off all indiscretions that came with this fight. He fought his flawed human instinct to run from a fight... something he experienced before every battle he ever fought - even war games. But now, with a powerful orb powering his body in place of his heart, the urge was weaker... much weaker. Now, all that exists within him is love for his country and the people he calls his kin.
The man dressed in red and white and surrounded in blue energy flew in beside him, chanting words from a language D'goon did not even understand. Heritage recognized him as the Neverian king Llance. They had fought before...
Know thy enemy, D'goon thought, noting the irony that lay in the present situation.
Another man, this one much younger, swooped down on the other side of the former Mandelovian Armed Forces Head. This one sported hawk-like wings and talons, which he used to wrench an imp off of his black stallion, crushing him with the comparative strength of an ant. D'goon did not know this young warrior, but was impressed by his ability.
The wrath and rage of a man who spent much of his life as an extremeist spilled out onto the hideous cretins that poured in from all sides. As a superpowered fist ripped through the scalding flesh of another demon, he heard the spirit cry: "Abaddon!* Save me!"
D'goon quickly tossed the demon aside, ignoring his dying words... until a large form loomed in the night sky, causing the sky to go from dark to darker.
"What the...?" Danny Hearn said, his long fangs protruding from a demons neck, cobra venom dripping from them. The young man looked into the sky, not believing his eyes.
"By the sword of Crom..." Llance whispered, ceasing suddenly from casting a concussion spell that would have knocked out a group of demons ranging in the hundreds. But the sight that he saw stopped him cold.
D'goon's eyes narrowed and his teeth ground together. Before him lay another threat. Another hurdle. Another obstacle.
Before sat a giant demon, more than ten kilometers high, riding a black horse. The horse had gossamer wings, flaming red eyes, and burning sulfur spraying from its nostrils. It had the head of a lion and the tail that looked like a cobra snake, hissing head and all. The demon himself carried a huge schimitar in his hand and wore a foreboding suit of black medieval armor. The entire nation of Mandelovia stood still as he spoke.
"I AM ABADDON!" he cried loudly. "I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED AND I COME TO DESTROY! WHO DARES TO CHALLENGE ME?"
Suddenly, a lone figure floated a few meters from the large demons face. His form glowed an iridescent yellow and energy cascaded across his intimidating form. However, though he stood like an ant against an elephant, he stood his ground. He did not cower. He did not run.
"I," was the only thing that Major COlton D'goon, Mandelovia's Heritage, said before the beams erupted from his hands...
Below, on the ground, Llance and Danny Hearn led the collaborated Neverian soldiers and MAN members against the rest of the demonic hoarde....
*Read Revelation 9:11 for more details!
[ 08-28-2001: Message edited by: Heritage ]
