Diabolus Putesco

[Oona Ondessa]

Oona sat in her comfortable chair, the back was high and regal. There were books thrown open all over the Library, it wasn't exactly big for a library but every free wall had a bookcase crammed full of unusual books with different coloured binds, Oona eyes were growing heavy, the fire burned and that mixed with the homely smell of the room was almost too much for Oona, she was exhausted she had been reading for days now, trying to find some means of destroying the Abyss a new evil that had appeared at the bordered of the Black Moss Forest. These were troubled times, the recent advents that had been in the forest mixed with the now looming threat of Evil taking over Morthika; things were not looking good in the least. Oona drifted off to sleep, it wasn’t relaxing however and her sleep was filled with dreams, she stood on the edge of the forest looking down at her Valley, it was deeper than usual, smoke and fire ripped through her beloved Forest and her animals screamed in pain, Gnomes and unicorns ran around on fire pleading with her. Krisztinya held hands with Elyza and laughed as they looked down on Oona and spat. Oona woke up in a start, Camus jumped back startled also.

"Mistress, you fell asleep, shall I prepare your bed?"

Oona shook her head and tired to focus her eyes, she looked down at the heavy book that sat on her lap, it was titled "Demons of Old" She yawned the book was opened on a specific page, it read 'Rituals of death' Oona shook her long black hair in alarm as she read quickly down the page

"When evil is at it's most prevalent the sacred holiday for all evil will commence, all evil creatures throughout a land will know when the weeks will come, they will sacrifice and commit the most heinous of crimes to bring on the ancient ritual known as Diabolus putesco or Demon Days. This Sabbath will give all evil in the land a powerful magical and intense boost in all there powers be it however great or small. To evil this boost in power will be a feeling of pure ecstasy and will make any demon or evil being stronger than ever before. Gods help anyone with a soul who witnesses the Diabolus Putesco"

Oona dropped the book, her mouth was open in alarm, she had heard of the Demon Days, but she never knew it actually existed… but she too could feel it, coming from the earth, from the deepest realms of hell, Evil was once again falling on Morthika

"This has to be stopped…"

Oona said in alarm as she stood up, she grabbed the book under her arm

"My lady?"

Camus asked suddenly scared

"We leave for Kendelah immediately…"

Oona said grimly.

[Rafia Ragazzo]

Rafia sat at the bar in the Dancing Devil Inn, utterly exhausted by his recent adventures, good deeds were so tiring. Though he hated to admit it, it felt good to do good work, with the utter exhaustion of the weeks he had had Rafia rested his head on the bar and closed his eyes, not to sleep, just to rest. Without warning Rafia got a sudden burst of energy, he opened his Yellow feline eyes slowly, it was quite unusual, he felt but he had slept like a baby for hours and hours and now he was ready to run for the rest of his life, he tenses his muscles

"Remarkable…"

He muttered to himself, perhaps this is what good deeds did for the soul, though deep down Rafia knew what he was feeling was not pure, or good at all, it was something dark, Rafia was suddenly afraid, what was this unusual burst of energy, was he ill? Was he under a spell? Perhaps it was Elyza?, he felt something that he hadn't felt in a long time, unbridled unbiased power, a primal force surged through his veins, it was the feeling he remembered dimly from being a god. Rafia stood up suddenly alarmed, was he being given his powers back? No he thought, he was feeling stronger but not that strong, not strong enough to rip through dimensions, to slay everything alive in Morthika, yet why did he have the sudden urge for violence? It was spell, it could be nothing else, Rafia wasn't evil, by nature but he wasn’t good by nature either, he was a god of nature in his previous life, nature was sometimes pleasant and sometimes violent. Whatever he was feeling however it was forcing his violent dark side to rise. Someone tapped him on the chest, Rafia turned around with a low hiss.

The Man that stood before him was extremely muscular, so much so it looked like it was a struggle to move his arms, his skin was very tanned and his face was somewhat flat, he had seen battle, maybe a Minotaur in the family

"I saw you sleeping at the bar before, that’s against the rules…"

Rafia felt the sudden urge to smash him in the face with his fist, though with every ounce of energy he resisted

"No not sleeping… just resting… but I'm feeling much better now…"

Rafia said with a somewhat toothy and overly happy smile, the Bull leaned forward, way to close for comfort

"Well, it was against the rules, you'll have to leave, plus I don’t like the look of you cat, we don’t like your types here"

The Bull said with a deep growl, Rafia's gaze moved down towards the mans fists, not fists at all, his hands were nothing more than flexible thick black hooves, Minotaur blood indeed, Most Minotaur had normal human like fingers, but this must have been one of the mutations between human Minotaur breeding. Rafia laughed cruelly

"Your one to talk Cow… Moo…"

With one quick motion the Bull reached for him grabbing him by the scruff of the collar, he through Rafia over his shoulder but hardly any effort. Rafia slammed onto a table breaking the legs. He lifted his head with a dangerous hiss, his eyes glowing in the darkness

"You'll regret that Bull…"

He muttered, with the speed of a big Cat Rafia was on the Bull, he leaped into the air, kicking out with his legs, his claws raked across the Bulls face, pushing him backwards. Maids were screaming, people were yelling. Rafia landed on the ground in a crouch. He leaped forwards digging his black claws into the Bulls shoulders and he pushed backwards with all his force, the Bull flew backwards with Rafia still on top, he smashed through the front door. Rafia laughed ruthlessly. The Dark urgers were uncontrollable he wanted this man to feel his claws, he wanted to cause as much damage as he could and laugh and watch and bath in his blood, his could feel hell itself reaching up for him, and Rafia liked. With a smooth Motion Rafia sliced his claws through the mans throat, he ripped and tore and pulled until warm blood was covering him. Rafia stopped, he was suddenly exhausted all over again, he came back to earth, he looked down at his blood soaked claws… no… it wasn't possible what had he done, he whispered to himself in his head

"No… gods no…. What have I done!?"

Rafia called out, he spun around to face the bar, people were cowering inside, whimpering and praying, something had done this to Rafia, something ancient and evil, it wasn't his usual nature, with a sob Rafia leaped from the man furiously scrubbing his skin as he fled the seedy Bar, a trail of blood following him.

Diabolus Putesco