Place - unknown. Presence - two unknown, one in red-black cloak, one in green black. Surroundings - a dark room with a very faint light.
Some whispering amongst the two.
Fire torches are visible but only two of them are lit. Coming to what looks like a conclusion, they nod their heads and stop speaking.
The torches start burning one by one, and more people become visible scattered across the area.
A fireplace visible. The place was larger than it looked, considering it held hundreds of people from different races. Stairs were present at the four corners, but since no torches above lit up, it couldn't be said whether there actually was something above or if it was a trap.
Habitat - a castle, but smaller than the demons' one.
The tinkling of a triangle (a musical instrument).
Everyone walks towards the two, then stops within two meters.
"It's here, isn't it?" Someone asked grumpily.
"Indeed," one of the two says. Her cloak falls back.
A girl, sword on her side, very slightly built, medium height, hair the colour of water, eyes the colour of grass, pretty.
(Name - Alina)
A tail.
Not human, not demon. (Most likely a crossbreed)
"The 'one' is born; the one in our prophecy, who is to throw us to our deaths. The Son of Theresa, Osvaldo has come upon this world, to destroy those who oppose him. The day is not far when all of us will be executed, if we do not take action. Either he dies, or we die. Upon which would come the matter of our superiors, the multiverse demons, who would decide our fate."
Murmurs in the crowd. Tension visible.
[A little distant from the crowd stood someone, tall and wide; hidden in the darkness]
Someone from the crowd raised their hand.
"Speak, " she said.
"Would it be possible to repeat the prophecy? Half of us weren't here when it was recited."
The other one chuckled. His cloak fell back as well.
A boy, mid-twenties, a short scythe on one side, glowing purple.
(Name - Balor)
"Alright, who wants to be the speaker?" he asks.
Several hands go up; some short, some tall. But one was unmistakably shaking. And as you might have guessed, they got selected. From the crowds they emerge, thin as a stick tall as an average human, one eye green and the other missing; one arm missing, an ornament in the other.
The boy raised his eyebrow. "Are you sure, Eldricht?" he asks.
He nods, emotionless. "At least this way I can rest forever."
With a bow and a gesture, the boy welcomed him and Eldricht walked towards him. He faced the crowd, and from his toes came silver mist, signifying something - His Death.
A raspy voice sounded -
* The path he shall traverse
Is one unexpected by races,
Should he not take the path most incumbent
The inner world must be removed; *
His legs were gone, no blood or anything spilled and he continued to speak like normal as his body continued to dissipate.
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* Negating everyone he shall set forth,
To set atop the seeker,
The one most unlooked for; *
His arms were almost done and so was his chest. What was left of him would soon, no longer be there.
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* To light a candle in the dark
The Sword of John, the Hat forlorn;
The carrier with branding,
Will cease life.... *
The entire crowd, along with Alina and Balor bowed, as the last of Eldricht dissipated and a single tear fell. "Finally."
And so he was gone, from this world of darkness
"Farewell, Former General El. You shall be remembered," muttered Balor and lowered his hand.
To respect the customs and for their own prides, nobody present there shed tears. Once someone's gone, they should be left at peace.
"Now now," Alina clapped her hands, trying to aerate the atmosphere. "We can't have ourselves held down, can we? Now that everyone is here, *and* the prophecy has been repeated, I assume nobody has any questions?"
"I HAVE A QUESTION," a hand shot up in the air.
"PERMITTED," said Balor with the same spirit and pointed towards them.
"How do you have someone speak the prophecy at will?"
Balor put a finger to his lips, closed both eyes and gave a smile.
"It's a secret," he said. "Anyway, as far as our job goes now, we need to find the weapons before Osvaldo does and then....win."
Not the most detailed description, but it in short described what was to be done.
Another hand shot up in the air.
"Permitted."
"Why is it that we're targeting a specific someone this time and that too the son of nature's daughter instead of the usual?"
Alina snapped her fingers. "Good question," she said and nodded.
Balor looked at her in a questioning manner, and Alina again nodded. He stepped back and she came forward.
The issue wasn't supposed to be this huge but unfortunately for them it was. Alina explained that a disturbance in the realm of this world was about to come, which will extend to the point that it overpowers the other dimensions. And the source of that disturbance is their *dear* son of nature's daughter, Osvaldo. It would take time for this to happen, but by then half the dimensions would be gone, the demons and the other races they command no longer existing.
Balor coughed. "On that note, the prophecy we heard was incomplete."
.
A defeaning silence.
.
This time Alina slowly turned towards him and gave him a questioning look as if to say "What do you mean?"
Shifting from one leg to another, he said, "Our former General did not have enough time to sustain the whole prophecy. I do have a clue on what it might say next based on what Alina said, but let's not be too sure. Right now, we have to move with what we have."
Multiple sighs.
"Dismissed."
He clapped twice and shooed them away.
"Hey," Alina whispered. "Can't you make someone else do the entire prophecy? We have plenty of people here."
A chill. That's what Alina felt on seeing Balor's expression to that question.
"Do not," he warned, "ever say that again."
And with that, he walked away.
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"That...was...terrible," said Balor, huffing a little, standing alone in a room. "It shouldn't be as bad," he muttered multiple times trying to calm himself but his eyes, one black one red were telling a different story. Agony, would be the perfect way to describe them.
"Will I once again be unable to save someone?" he spoke miserably, holding himself.