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Tired... So very tired...
Felix Armon finally stumbled through the portal from the realm of Pandemonium... His clothes were battered and torn and stained with blood, both his own and demon blood. His hands were soaked in demon blood, literally, as if he had thrust his fists into bools of the stuff.
When he stumbled through the portal he found himself standing in a field... It was the field he left before the mist took him to the Pandemonium dimension... There were a few people in the vicinity... But no one was of concern to him right now... He was tired, exhausted really... But glad to be alive.
He let himself go totally limp, he fell like a ragdoll not caring where he landed, just that his body find rest in the grass as swiftly as possible.
His plan had worked... And though his efforts helped clear a path for everyone else to escape it seemed an unneeded effort that only seemed to doom him. He detonated a huge spell in that hellish place which attracted the hoards of demons to him... And he had only to keep their attention while the humans could face a smaller resistance on their own ways to the portal stone... But from somewhere human reinforcements came and they made their way to the portal... And he found himself alone with millions of demons hunting for his head.
His silver sword was useless against these demons... So he was forced to fight with his hands... But after killing hundreds of demons he finally made it to the portal, and exhausted the way he was now, he stumbled through it.
And now he just lay there, enjoying the grass, enjoying the sun... Even though his own blood was on his clothes his body was unscratched and flawless.
He closed his eyes and just listened to the sounds of a normal world... He would get up... But not yet...
Felix Armon finally stumbled through the portal from the realm of Pandemonium... His clothes were battered and torn and stained with blood, both his own and demon blood. His hands were soaked in demon blood, literally, as if he had thrust his fists into bools of the stuff.
When he stumbled through the portal he found himself standing in a field... It was the field he left before the mist took him to the Pandemonium dimension... There were a few people in the vicinity... But no one was of concern to him right now... He was tired, exhausted really... But glad to be alive.
He let himself go totally limp, he fell like a ragdoll not caring where he landed, just that his body find rest in the grass as swiftly as possible.
His plan had worked... And though his efforts helped clear a path for everyone else to escape it seemed an unneeded effort that only seemed to doom him. He detonated a huge spell in that hellish place which attracted the hoards of demons to him... And he had only to keep their attention while the humans could face a smaller resistance on their own ways to the portal stone... But from somewhere human reinforcements came and they made their way to the portal... And he found himself alone with millions of demons hunting for his head.
His silver sword was useless against these demons... So he was forced to fight with his hands... But after killing hundreds of demons he finally made it to the portal, and exhausted the way he was now, he stumbled through it.
And now he just lay there, enjoying the grass, enjoying the sun... Even though his own blood was on his clothes his body was unscratched and flawless.
He closed his eyes and just listened to the sounds of a normal world... He would get up... But not yet...