Forsaken Book 1
The heavens covered the earth in a black, hazy emptiness, and only the brightest of stars braved shining through the misty void. Their brilliance came out as amber hues. The moon was full, and hung low in the night sky, vividly, emitting a crimson omen upon the world and all those who witnessed it. The night was dead silent, aside from a light breeze that sifted delicately through the tall majestic fir trees of the ancient forest, swaying their long, thick out reaching arms hypnotically.
Countless shadows stalked fiercely through the dense woodlands, soundless as death, overtaking the army of immobile giants that fortified their mark. Viciously crafted weapons were brandished impatiently in the clutches of the swiftly surrounding horde, a malicious lust for ruthless slaughter fueling their every step.
The Elvin village laid almost entirely dormant, in the wake of the sinister night. Aside from a quad of sentries that resided on a platform high above the earth, concealed ever so flawlessly in the trees guarding each corner. They watched over their elaborately constructed village with uncanny awareness. Their keen ears picking up the slightest sounds, from the swaying of the cord suspended bridges that connected the elfin sanctuaries, from the cool breeze that whispered through the treetops. To the falling of pinecones that carelessly battered thick branches as they passed by on their quest to the soft dirt below. Their devoted eyesight scanned the forest ground beneath them, the dark hindering their vision only vaguely.
The quad of elves gripped finely crafted long bows tightly in their firm hands as they all felt an eerie sensation flood over them, causing the tiny hairs on their necks to flare up in anticipation. Arrows, were notched in tightly braided bowstrings and pulled back tautly as they searched for a target amount the growth.
A twin tipped lance shredded unopposed through the undergrowth of the trees with unnatural force and precision. The elf’s keen ears singled out the rapidly impending weapon, a moment to late. The tips of lance exploded through his chest effortlessly, tearing him from his feet and pinning him helplessly to the truck of the tree. His eyes widened as he witnessed the ruthless oncoming assault that melted into view from nowhere. He was about to yell out, but death quickly stole his last breath, leaving him hanging limp from the treetops as his village was overrun.
The remaining trio of sentries let loose arrows rapidly, slicing through the demonic fiends as they bled through the woods and streamed into the village in a murderous rage. The warning horn sounded, waking the Elvin village in a petrifying urgency as they scrabbled to arm themselves against the unknown foe. The horde of demons swarmed in, hoping to seize the remarkably skillful elves before they could fortify a defense.
A massive, deformed, boar faced demon grappled onto the oversized tree in the middle of the haven and began his ascend towards the Elfin snipers. His rigid, physique bugled as his vicious claws slammed into the tree and he pulled his impressive weight upwards, unpredictably quick for his size. The elves felt the vibrations in the giant tree and were alerted to the attack. Their bows angled downwards and arrows rained down on the looming demon. Arrows pierced through his arms and embedded deep into his shoulders and back. His claws dug deeper cutting through the thick bark and timber as he slide down several feet, but held on, and was back climbing instantly. Vigorously he scaled the last of the tree and was imposing face to face with the three Elvin archers. A final arrow was released and struck squarely in the boar faced demons chest. He hollowed in rage and charged the scrawny attacker before he could draw his slender sword. He swatted the gaunt elf with a dominating arm, launching him off the towering podium, plunging to the chaotic world below.
He turned to face the remaining duo of Elvin warriors who were fully organized for him now. Blood gushed from the many profound arrow wounds, glazing his twisted body in a glossy scarlet, weakness was beginning to sap his strength. He lunged in a maddening frenzy for the duo, claws extended with a hunger for flesh.
The Elves easily avoided his sluggish attack and now circled him from both sides, twin blades tantalizingly spinning in each hand. The elf on his right jolted in for a quick strike, one blade cutting deep into the thigh, the other cleaving the demon’s arm clean off. A bitter, pained hollow erupted from his maw as he swung violently with his remaining arm at his attacker, opening his back up for an easy assault from the Elf on his left. The Elf’s blades severed deep into the exposed beasts’ hamstrings, chipping into bone. The demon’s legs almost buckled underneath him but he raged forward, his shear weight keeping his momentum. He bowled into the puny elf, taking both of the elves blades deep into his lungs. His arm wrapped tightly around his opponent as finally his legs gave out. With his last dwindling strength he heaved himself with his captive over the edge of the platform and cascaded to the earth for a bitter victory.
Dwelling doors were cleaved wide opened and plagued by blood thirsting fiends and their cruel ornaments of death. The humming of steal on steal and screams of agony and terror, filtered through the village and into the never-ending darkness. Elves from the residences above bolted out their doors still in their nightwear, weapons in hand. They leaped from their perches in defiance, their blades leading the way into the storm of combat that awaited them.
The elves on the ground formed tight formations, furiously doing their best to fend off the malicious hell spawned invaders. But for everyone they killed, two took their place and they seemed to only get larger and stronger and they were slowly being herded into the center of the village.
The small village of Elves were organized now and defending their homes fiercely. Arrows hissed from all directions from atop the suspended bridges, into the masses of demonic warriors, dropping scores of the ruthless monsters before they ever entered the haven, but it wasn’t enough. The utter numbers of the enemy was slowly overrunning the small defense force on the ground.
Chain grapping hooks were thrown, latching onto the cords of the bridges. Scores of demons heaved ferociously on each chain, overpowering the bridge’s reinforcements. Cords frayed and snapped toppling the viciously accurate defenders who resided, into the awaiting blades of enemies beneath. With the archers abolished, defeat was imminent as twisted forms and cruel beasts infested the village.
The last handful of defenders were forced into the middle of the village and surrounded. Before the bloodthirsty horde could massacre the remaining elves, a deep commanding voice shouted over the jeers and taunts. “STOP!”
The crowd of demons went silent and all eyes went towards the strong, majestic stature of the archangel that approached them arrogantly. He wore only a long, black tanned loincloth. His body was hard and muscular, his skin, sleek and faultless. His dark hair was long and straight spilling over his impressive black-feathered wings that peeked brilliantly over his burly shoulders. There were no whites to his eyes; they were forceful and black as coal. The angel’s facade was sharp and spellbindingly beautiful.
“Where is your goddess now? When you need her the most. How many must tolerate such suffering, before she comes to aid you?” The archangel spoke tauntingly, standing boldly in front of the enduring elves that still gripped their stained weapons.
“Gaia is always with us in life and in death!” An older elf barked out to the imposing angel.
“Is she really?” The angel mockingly laughed. “In death, yes, she may receive you into her loving embrace. But in life her powers are no match for mine.”
“You are the excrement of pathetic, Lucifer. You are no God!” A young female elf declared ruthlessly stepping out to face the fallen Angel. “All you are is the truth that even the Gods, make mistakes!” The elves behind her jeered their agreement.
The archangels’ abysmal eyes seemed to burn as his lips drew back to reveal a row of glistening fangs. A momentary lapse of control sent a twitch through his wings as he fought back his fury. The back of his hand connected effortlessly with her jaw, spinning her around violently to the cold earth at his feet. The elves behind her raised their weapons, but the snarls and sneers from the demons around them, reminded them of the situation. “Do not disregard me so easily girl.” He replied, his features confident again.
The elvin girl leaped to her feet with astonishing swiftness and dexterity. A thin, curved, dagger appeared in her tightened fist as she dove for the false Gods heart with an acidic rage. He made no move to impede her attempt and the dagger hit its mark penetrating to the hilt. Her eyes stared into his; she begged to witness the unsuspecting defeat course through those apprehensive orbs. But none was found, only a disdainful grin glared down at her.
“Feeble creature, no heart beats beneath this chest.” He mused as she stepped back, dread gripping her senses at her mistake. “Did you really think it would be so easy to dispatch the likes of a God?” Slowly he pulled the slender blade from its flesh-hewn sheath, the usually lethal wound healing immediately, leaving no trace that it had ever been.
“What do you want from us Lucifer?” The old elf asked, trying to stand proudly. “We have nothing of use to you.”
Lucifer leered into the old elf’s eyes and could sense his mounting fear, though it wasn’t for his own life. A sinful smirk creased his lips. “Your right.” He responded, his voice void of sentiment. “Kill them.” He turned to walk away but stopped. “Except her,” he smirked. “I am ever so resource full in finding uses.” Lucifer melted back into the woods, the song of murder playing in the background.