Chapter 2
Devon's senses tingled as he tried to focus his power, to use the spirits to see what was coming. But it was useless. The thing, whatever it was, was moving to fast to be seen by the spirits. Everytime he got a fixed vision of it, all he caught was a dark blur as it drove ever closer. It was then that Devon realized it was coming straight for his camp. A shot of fear rose up in Devon. He was in the Callenta forest, where the reports of the Demoness had first started. Could this be her?
Devon got up and quickly threw on his runed armor putting his twin daggers in thier shiethes. He darted out of his tent. Glancing in the direction the thing was comming from. Maybe he should put out the fire, to late, it was already upon him. He cupped his hands, summoning the heart of his power. Touching the depths of the underworld and taking it's fury, ready to unleash it upon this threat. The frostfire tingled in his hands, sending an icy chill through his arms and casting a blue glow over the necromancer.
Devons eyes narrowed, this was the creature that his father died to seal in hell. It bieng here was an abomination to his noble sacrifice. He gritted his teeth, feeling the hatred rising up in him. The pure hate burned up inside him causing his vision to redden. His vision tunnled around what could not be seen by the naked eye, geting closer and closer. He would send it back to hell, and preserve his fathers sacrifice.
Suddenly the blur burst into view. The pale moonlight cast a faint glow on the surrounding trees as the dark figure tore through them with almost inhuman speed. There was a deadly fire in Devons eyes as the figure lunged at full force and speed towards him. The thing was fast, but not nearly fast enough. Devon was ready and filled with a deadly resolve. He pushed his palms forward, opening his cupped hands and releasing a massive wave of black-blue flames. The torrent of icy blue death rushed forward. The manifestations of Devon's hate emboided themselves into the flames, skulls
Devon got up and quickly threw on his runed armor putting his twin daggers in thier shiethes. He darted out of his tent. Glancing in the direction the thing was comming from. Maybe he should put out the fire, to late, it was already upon him. He cupped his hands, summoning the heart of his power. Touching the depths of the underworld and taking it's fury, ready to unleash it upon this threat. The frostfire tingled in his hands, sending an icy chill through his arms and casting a blue glow over the necromancer.
Devons eyes narrowed, this was the creature that his father died to seal in hell. It bieng here was an abomination to his noble sacrifice. He gritted his teeth, feeling the hatred rising up in him. The pure hate burned up inside him causing his vision to redden. His vision tunnled around what could not be seen by the naked eye, geting closer and closer. He would send it back to hell, and preserve his fathers sacrifice.
Suddenly the blur burst into view. The pale moonlight cast a faint glow on the surrounding trees as the dark figure tore through them with almost inhuman speed. There was a deadly fire in Devons eyes as the figure lunged at full force and speed towards him. The thing was fast, but not nearly fast enough. Devon was ready and filled with a deadly resolve. He pushed his palms forward, opening his cupped hands and releasing a massive wave of black-blue flames. The torrent of icy blue death rushed forward. The manifestations of Devon's hate emboided themselves into the flames, skulls