Name: Cyris Darkbroode (née Bernet)
Aliases: The Dematri Queen, Renor Valsharess
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Species: Dematri with Ajerian Soul
Alignment: Neutral
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: Place of Birth: Castillia
Physical Appearance:Cyris has black hair and pale skin. Her body is lean and fit ready for battle. Her aura is a bright green along with her eyes. Cyris is found settling the gap between traditional and modern Ajerian wearing light armor on top of more casual armor in chainmail and leather. She is about 5’3 and weighs 97 to 103 lbs, her right arm is the embodiment of the Ajerian.
Special Abilities:Sword Style: Killian del' Veldrin: The next generation in the art of blade in Castillia. It was trained by the Black Hand army as a caster blade style. The style is said to be the most powerful Castillia has seen due to its users being casters and speed junkies. It is a very high velocity sword style designed after Merjutsu.
Dematri Sword Arts: An ancient sword art used by the Dematri Republic Lue’Zhan troops. It is extremely aggressive and graceful. Cyris uses this and Killian del’Veldrin to form her own style of Merjutsu to which she calls: Qee’Lak Merjutsu
Energy Manipulation: All Ajerians have some type of element they reign supreme in. Cyris has full control over energy, she can bend it to her will and use it against her enemies as well as the enemies very own energy source.
Gravity Dash: The realm itself seems to fold as she moves so quickly she becomes unseen. This is a utility skill that allows her to close the distance; it is followed by the Gravity Bomb if she is dashing at a large group.
Gravity Bomb: She turns her body and slams her fist into the ground an explosion erupts around her throwing and damaging the targets around her. She often would use this during a gravity dash in order to do twice the damage.
Concussion Shield: Similar to Arix’s Demon Gate shield, however, this shield can reflect projectile attacks back at their targets. When the shield is broken it sends a static shockwave around her.
The First Queen: Her sword comes alive in a slash that renders anything it touches in half. As if it has a mind of its own it also defends and attacks without the user’s consciousness if they are in mortal danger.
The Demetri Queen: Taking a step forward she would use her Ajerian ability to manipulate energy and triple the release of her sword with a slash that sends off a large slash of energy that slices its way through anything it hits before it evaporates.
Weapons: The Black Queen: A broad sword type weapon forged for the Queen of Castillia by the demon Jezabelle from the pits of Hades itself. The blade itself is forged from a unique nearly unbreakable metal called Doomnium, it has special properties of manipulating dark matter.
History:‘Nearly 500 years has come and gone since the Knights of Chaos were pushed from this land by the tyrant king Alistair. Alistair left the throne up for grabs and because of this a civil war had come around. Castillia was ripped in two, the Northern Kingdom and the Southern Kingdom. However, neither royal court expected the Dematri invasion. This is the story of the Dematri Queen Cyris, a girl from the unknown, born as a simple Dematri child who became an Ajerian was deemed the Black Queen or Renor Valsharess.’
Prologue
Dematri InvasionWhen the invasion first arrived to Castillia from the unknown lands, Cyris was just a child. She still lived in the Dematri native lands far away from Castillia as the black ships converged around the nation. The cannons and royal navy of Castillia was no match for their ironclad foes. But it wasn’t the Dematri who fired the first shot; it was the Southern Kingdom fearing a second invasion of the Knights of Chaos. Instead they evoked the wrath of the Dematri Emperor. From the coastline the Southern Naval Commander thought they were winning the fight as the Dematri forces hadn’t fired back and had taken every cannon shot head on.
However, silence came as every cannon had to be reloaded, over his periscope the commander watched as the Dematri ships continued forward, the front line of their ships were plated with giant Doomnium rams. These ships plowed and pushed Castillian ships aside. Easily disoriented by this tactic the naval forces didn’t expect the rear ships of the Dematri to open fire from a frontal position. Their cannons fired twice the velocity of the Castillian ships, and they were nearly silent compared to the booming sounds of the Castillian cannons. When one of these projectiles hit a Castillian ship it tore through one side of it and exited the other side as shrapnel that would pepper other ships and the coastline.
It took less than an hour to bring down all of the Southern Naval fleet. By which time the stronger Northern Fleet was on the horizon stationed and waiting for the Dematri fleet to move in on it. But it never happened. Instead the Dematri fleet continued forward and stationed itself in the Turlock District Harbor. The Southern Nation came forward with their military units surrounding the Harbor but the Dematri didn’t exit their ships at first. They weren’t attempting to invade Castillia at all however the nation suffered xenophobia from outsiders after the Chaos swept across their lands.
One Dematri exited a ship with two Lue'Zhan guards at either side of him. The man was the voice of the emperor and the son of the emperor as well. As the three made way up the docks the military opposite of them stormed the Harbor, their commanding officer at the front of the raid, “you are under arrest for an assault on the Southern Kingdom of Castillia.”
The son of the emperor tilted his head back showing his ruby red eyes past his brown hair. He simply sneered at the man at first before responding, “I believe it was you who fired first without warning. We took it upon ourselves to protect the Emperor. Had you only sent a message this could have all been avoided. I am here on the Emperor’s word to secure peace for our people with your own.”
“Impossible,” replied the Officer, “After such a crime against our nation we will never ally ourselves to your brutal-“
“Excuse me, brutal? No. My people are honorable and proud, we did not destroy every ship nor kill every man, as we speak we are allowing your other naval force to collect and rescue the men that would be lost to sea because you acted without resolve,” he lowered his head again only allowing his eyes to be seen through the shadows that covered his face now, “but if you’d like to settle this the hard way, I understand, however I implore you to not raise your weapons to my people after seeing what we are capable of.”
The commanding officer turned from the Emperors son and walked into the ranks before yelling, “Kill them, send the boys head as a mess-“ he never got to finish his sentence as a .50 Caliber round tore through the back of his skull. It was the son of the Emperor who held a large silver revolver. His two guards pulled their Katana’s free and moved forward against the very large overwhelming crowd before them. Every so often the revolver sounded off taking another life, the three had an aura of invincibility as they tore through every man who stepped before them.
But sheer numbers would push them back to the docks, the Emperors son smiled brightly when the two ships on either side of them suddenly rained down more Lue’Zhan guards to protect their Prince. These Lue’Zhan guards were the elite meat of the Dematri forces, they protected their Emperor and his family, they protected the Dematrian nation, and they could match any ten men that you placed before them. Their weapons were .50 Hex Revolvers and Doomnium steel Katanas. They each wore Doomnium plated armor but very lightly to avoid over encumbering and slowing their movements.
The Harbor was eventually blocked off by the Southern Kingdoms troops after heavy casualties both in the water and on land. The Emperors son and his guards returned to the ships where they all resided. Eventually the Emperor sent a messenger to the Blockade requesting an audience with those who ran the nation here. The Southern Kingdom answered the request by killing the messenger.
The war began between the Southern Kingdom and the Dematri because of this action. The ships unloaded their troops but there was something more to the troops as well, each unit was accompanied by several battle machines that were unmanned and ever learning. They were primitive droids of sorts. The Castillian military was easily pushed away from their blockade, and they had never faced such an organized group of warriors in the Dematri. The Dematri took down the best soldiers that the Southern Kingdom could throw at them with skill and ease. The battle machines took war to another level completely due to their abilities to track movement and scan the battlefield.
Eventually the Southern Kingdom would have to call on their Northern counterparts from the Ainsworth Courts, but never once did they heed the call to their former foes. The Southern Kingdom was alone in this war only being aided with supplies from the Northern Kingdom. However, this was halted after the Dematri placed several war machines near the great divide destroying anything that crossed into Southern lands.
The Southern Kingdom sent a declaration of defeat to the Dematri Emperor within three months’ time. At the royal hearing Emperor Fenin Darkbroode and his son Devlen were accompanied by several Lue’Zhan guards, one of which was Daeva Bernet the personal guard of the Emperor. The ruling was that the Dematri were allowed to enter the nation and retain the land they had won in the war, being the Turlock and Lathbury districts and part of the Tenth City district only if the Castillian monks were allowed to maintain the Tenth City itself.
Fenin agreed to these terms, the nation of Castillia was split into three sections, the Dematri, the Southern Kingdom, and the Northern Kingdom. Overtime the Southern Kingdom became known as the Kingdom of Bridgewell, the Northern Kingdom renamed itself as well as the Kingdom of Ainsworth, but the North brewed a hellish storm upon its nation in the coming years. The Dematri sent word back to Saitarus to Fenin’s sons and daughters that they had won the war and could expand their empire further. But even in victory, the shadows of old loomed over the nation.
Chapter 1
Child of the Dematri; Child of Judgment Pt. 3
Cyris was only ten years old when she and her father boarded the ship to Castillia. She was excited to see her mother again and to visit a land that was explained as a nationwide city. She was told she would school there and meet new people who called themselves Castillians. It took several months for the ship to pass the seven pillars, the waters were calm as they saw Castillia appear in sight, but fire rose from the town, several black ships were surrounding the harbor of Turlock and continued to open fire into the city from the coastline.
These ships were unknown to the Dematri who had seen a good bit of the world around them, the sails were bright white with a black hand in the middle of them, and the ships were sharply designed and encased in black metals. The crews of these ships were all wearing black armor and stood with much discipline as cannon shot from the Kingdom of Bridgewell and projectiles from the Dematri fired upon the ships.
Of course they were a target, but they were only a civilian ship. One of the Black ships broke off from the assault just to line up alongside the ship and board it. The men were executed, the women and children taken to the other ship. Cyris had watched her father get mowed down by the caster on the ship before being kidnapped and taken to the other ship.
The Dematri navy was able to fend the ships off, but they had no way of knowing of the insurgency that was occurring in the city itself as hundreds of these black clad warriors assaulted the Emperor’s castle head on. Eventually they would make their way to the Emperor and through his Lue’Zhan assassinating him. As quickly as they came, they disappeared leaving only the path of destruction in their wake.
The ships sailed beyond the northern wake to an unknown cove. The prisoners were taken off the ship by the black clad warriors where they were escorted into a large cavern. A stage stood before them and a man stood there, his eyes glowing bright orange, his left arm generating an orange aura that burned as if it was on fire. He was one of the few, one of the Bound itself. He waited until all where in the room and the doors closed behind them. And then he spoke.
His voice matched his looks, powerful, outlandish, and fearsome, “Welcome my children. You are the next generation of darkness to spread across the lands of Castillia and eventually the world. But Castillia stands as one of the strongest nations, and you will be trained to destroy it all. The fertile women here will be used to create a new breed of Judgment. And the children here will grow as Ajerians each of you will become my weapon in the coming war. I am your King, Mikhail Latest.”
Each of the children was trained by their masters, the ones that they would be fused with. Cyris was undersized compared to others her age, her master even went so far as to say she would be the first to die in a forward conflict. One on one with the other children she was utterly no match. However, she had something they didn’t have; she had the highest IQ of every single being in the cove. Eventually she would create elaborate plans to outsmart and out play her opponents.
She was always looked down on for the first five years. She was at the back of the class when it came to battle. However, when she turned fifteen she had plenty enough time to develop speed beyond her opponents. Cyris used this to her advantage, typically drawing out fights longer than they should by using tactics and speedy retreats backwards. Her fight IQ was phenomenal, being able to map out the arena’s she fought in in her head just at a glance. Using the knowledge of the area she fought in, she could always keep her eyes on her foes and maneuver around the area without fear of being cornered or stumbling.
Eventually she made a name for herself and her speed alone was enough to be trained in the sword art of Merjutsu, what put the cream on the crop was her quick thinking and tactical mind. Within a years’ time she mastered every form of Merjutsu even adapting her speed to create her own variation called Qee’lak Merjutsu. By the time she was seventeen she was at the head of every other student that she arrived with that hadn’t been fused with an Ajerian soul.
Her final test was to face off against one of the bound. As a human she was inferior to them. They had power, speed, and skill beyond her own. What they didn’t have was her mind. She recognized the bound that stood before her, he was handsome and of a small build like herself. He was the first of the children to become bound as he was the oldest. They bowed to one another and drew their swords.
Cyris never knew his name. She only knew the rumors of him being the strongest and most deadly of the recently bound soldiers. So she would have to avoid getting on the wrong side of his sword at all costs. When he moved forward it was like watching a teal blur of raw energy bound in on her. At the very last moment Cyris avoided him rolling to one side and raising her sword when his came around clashing into it and pushing her further back.
While she had inhuman like stamina and speed, he had endless stamina on his side giving him all the advantages of this encounter and none of the disadvantages. He continued assaulting her head on without thought of what she had up her sleeve for the next minute giving her absolutely no countering spaces. The only thing keeping her from injury was that her style of Merjutsu against his style was only that she had faster reaction times; she saw things coming that he could never fathom seeing.
The first drops of her blood hit the ground, it wasn’t from injury. Her hands were bleeding from how hard he was impacting her sword, her fingertips were raw, her palms slippery with blood. Every crease between her fingers and thumbs were split and dropping blood profusely. Cyris watched him steady his blade and step forward with lightning speed, her sword came up but she stepped back causing him to miss, her half step back and full step forward while bringing her sword down caused her to strike him across the shoulder sending his blood into the air.
He was crouching and turning at the same time bringing his sword between her body and her arms forcing them apart. Cyris had only a moment to avoid him and avoid dismemberment of her arms. She threw her arms apart and jumped back, in that small moment he moved forward and clashed swords with her rapidly over and over again increasing his speed between each strike.
Fatigue was setting in already. Naturally she could fight any number of humans and kill them repetitively over and over again with no problem, but he was pressuring her way too much for her to take those small moments of rest that she was used to. He barely got a strike in on her, scraping her shoulder as she rolled to the left. Now that she was up against the rubble in the area it was time to use it to her advantage. When he attempted to get ground on her, she used the columns and pillars leaving him with very few openings to strike without colliding with the environment.
She bound between the pillars and columns clashing with his sword using her more swift footsteps against his more powerful advance. Eventually she got him in the spot she wanted as she backed out the columns while he was still moving forward. This gave her all the room she needed to step in and swing her sword while he had absolutely no ground to move on or room to block. Her sword caught him in the side and she halted her attack calling check mate. There was a roar in the crowd as she was the only one to actually defeat an Ajerian foe so far.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. Your winner tonight is of Dematri blood. She is beyond your average human and she will be granted the most powerful host I can set before her in order to become an Ajerian like myself and those around her. The revolution will start and end with her!”
Chapter 2
Jabbuk ElggurThe Judgment she was bound to was known as Edion. He had been locked away for the last couple of hundred years after the fall of the Chaos Knights. Edion was one of the original masters who trained Arix and he was the most powerful Judgment among those who were under the master Ajerians possession.
She had mastered everything in Merjutsu, even the Ktonos that Arix had developed thousands of years ago. However, she was using her knowledge of swords and hand to hand combat to completely redesign Merjutsu from the ground up. She had already created her own variations of every move to be based on pure speed than power and agility. It helped that her small size allowed her to expand on the connection of one attack to another in a matter of seconds.
The years would pass and the revolution began. The black ships geared their ways for Castillia where the Dematri Empire ruled the strongest. The Castillian Empire had moved north and was only known as the Northern Kingdoms. The entire south was ruled by Lord Devlen Darkbroode the son of the late Fenin. Daeva Bernet had awaited the day the Black Ships returned to exact revenge for the deaths of her husband and daughter. When the Black Ships entered the port the Dematri ships began opening fire. However, not even their advanced weapons could break through the barriers that the newly turned and brain washed Ajerians created around their ships. It was an effortless slaughter as Ajerian casters sank ships through sheer will power.
At the front of Latests ship was Cyris. She saw the royal cruiser rushing in their direction and she effortlessly ripped the ship in half destroying both parts of the ship by clutching her hands and causing them to crumble under the sheer power of her will. She would never know that her very own mother Captained the ship and perished at her hands until it was too late. The Ajerians made landfall and were instantly matched against Castillian and Dematri forces. One a good day these men could of probably taken down a single Ajerian with little problem, today they faced an army of legendary beasts.
The Judgment overpowered the soldiers through numbers while the Ajerians did the majority of the damage by slaying paths in their numbers. The casters of the Ajerians were equipped with sword and pistol, the Ajerian knights fought with just blades but were heavily armored which caused the .357 and .45 rounds couldn’t even penetrate the armor. Cyris broke through the blockade first leading the Ajerians on a path to the castle of Castillia itself.
Cyris had no reason to believe she could stop the Ajerians, however, she also had no reason to believe she couldn’t turn around and kill them all in an instant. The voice in her head that shared her very body commanded it, it asked for her to turn on her allies and wipe them out completely. First she would need to gain the upper hand, Latest was with her group and he was an Elder of the Ajerians, much more powerful than she was, or so she believed.
They arrived to the castle, unlike Fenin, Devlen was ready for the attack. He stood in the courtyard with all of his Lue’Zhan facing the direction the Ajerian forces were coming from. Devlen’s left arm was wearing some kind of gauntleted armor piece that clawed the tips of his fingers, his sword was holstered still but the Dematri revolver was in his hand, “You finally made it.”
Mikhail Latest walked before all of his prospects and smiled at Devlen, “my apologies my lord. Had I known you were impatient to death then I would have sped the process up.”
Devlen shrugged off Latests blunt taunts and casually turned to the left facing his men and gave his back to the Ajerians, “Kill them,” he said walking forward to the castle steps where he would sit down as the Lue’Zhan all pulled their respected weapons free. And suddenly the two forces had engaged with the Ajerians and Lue’Zhan taking massive causalities as they collided in the first second. Cyris watched as the master assassins and Kings Guardians dismantled Merjutsu with Dematri sword arts, she was awestruck by the complete disconcert for their lives as they gave them away in order to protect their uncaring king.
She cut through the line and brutally shattered an entire section of three Lue’Zhan before bursting forward into the empty courtyard being trailed by the Lue’Zhan before her sword was at the throat of Devlen, who was leaning back on the steps relaxing. The Lue’Zhan who followed her had their blades in several sweet spots that would kill anyone dare they ran her through. But they risked their king dying, “Congratulations,” Devlen said tilting his head back exposing his neck to her, “C’mon do it.”
Cyris just watched dumb found, did he want to die? That wasn’t it at all, he saw something in her, and he knew the Dematri blood was strong in her, that she was of Lue’Zhan blood lines. His eyes just casually watched her before he pushed forward into her sword and began to stand pushing her blade away with his hand. “What’s your name?”
“Cyris Bernet.”
“I see, you’re Daeva’s daughter. You understand your mother is my personal body guard, or was, if she hasn’t fallen on my royal cruiser.”
Cyris’s eyes opened wide. The same ship she effortlessly destroyed, “He made my kill my own mother…” Edion’s voice became clear to her for the first time. It guided her on breaking the bindings Latest had on her, she lowered her sword and dropped to a knee before Devlen, “My Lord.” Devlen put a hand on her shoulder as he walked past her.
“Now isn’t the time. There’s an invading army killing my family.”
He holstered his revolver and drew his sword and in an instant rushed forward into the Ajerian conflict. Devlen tore apart everything he faced undermining the capabilities of those who faced him and their legendary sword. He had one target in mind, Mikhail Latest. When Devlen finally spotted him after a ten minute battle with his forces Ajerians surrounded him and the Lue’Zhan guard had been defeated by sheer numbers. The remaining Lue’Zhan forces were ordered to stay back by Devlen.
Latest smiled at Devlen, “It’s time to put royalty in its place.”
“You must be new here. I am the Emperor of the Dematri. This doesn’t place me as royalty, it places me only in charge of my people. In fact, I am every bit equal to any other man. I can be tried in court and brought to my knees by simple political chatter. Of course, I am royalty, but to the lowest degree. Now then… I am also the executioner of the enemies to my people.”
Devlen moved forward very quickly and gave Latest no room to block with his sword. The katana lanced across Latest’s chest as he stepped back and he could only give a very clumsy counter which missed by a full foot. In that time span Devlen drove his clawed hand into the neck of Latest and shoved him back pulled a chunk of meat from Latests shoulder.
“This is the part, where you order your men to kill me.”
“KILL HIM!”
The Ajerians moved forward and then were all blown backwards as Cyris interfered mentally with their powers. She was casually walking toward them holding her left hand up, “My Lord Devlen Darkbroode, I apologize for my crimes against my own people. I will plea in your courts when the time comes, however, I will be saving your life as well”
“Very well miss Bernet. Do not allow me to die, and I will pardon you for your crimes.”
“As you wish.”
Cyris went into action against the Ajerians and Judgment. It was a short battle as she held power over every single one of their weakened minds. She caused them to kill themselves and miss when they attacked only to die by her blade. Latest and Devlen had entered battle once again where Devlen easily outmatched the Ajerian who was using a broken style of Merjutsu that had been incomplete from the very start. All of his Ajerian soldiers were flawed. The Lue’Zhan reformed and began their attack once again aiding Cyris.
When the dust settled Latest was on his knees and Devlen stood behind him holding his Katana at the left shoulder of the Ajerian. Many of the Judgment and Ajerians were still alive watching as Devlen ran his sword into the heart of their leader, Devlen kicked the corpse forward and wiped his sword clean. “This is the punishment for attacking my people and bloodline. By the way. Welcome to Castillia.”
Chapter 3
Queen of the DematriIt didn’t take long for the Northern Kingdom to send aid and the Lue’Zhan to round up the remaining Ajerians. None of the Judgment had been caught as they disappeared into the night. Devlen had pardoned Cyris for her crimes against his nation and even offered her a spot at his side as a Lue’Zhan guard and his own personal guardian. Cyris took the entire next year to learn the Dematri sword arts and to perfect the broken style of Merjutsu that she had learned. The whispers of Edion allowed her to complete her training and to learn several things about Arix that intrigued her.
The prison the Ajerians were locked up in was the same one Damien Latest once was locked away in. It was located in the middle of Lake Castillia where Grindalls tower once stood. The Valley of Thorns was the only thing the Ajerians would see for the remainder of their days. However, many spoke of revolting, none wished to remain here in a world locked away for all eternity.
Devlen and Cyris began to grown on one another. He trusted her with everything he needed done, often taking walks without his guards with any worries of a black assassin appearing so long as she was at his side. He knew as long as she was around him the Judgment couldn’t harm him since they feared what she could do to their bodies. Cyris was the only thing that could permanently kill a Judgment rendering its entire soul and body non-existent by shattering all of its energy and displacing it completely.
She learned the customs of fine living often becoming Devlens date to the royal dinners the Northern Kingdom invited them to. At first it was awkward wearing a dress with a hidden blade, but the one thing that set her apart was the glowing green aura that typically followed her making her the talk of the party. She would wear dresses to match the color of this aura in order to compliment her unnatural power and to accustom many to what she was.
Of course many were afraid of her due to her nature. She was an Ajerian after all. However, she was a Dematri first. It was unfair that she be tried in such a way by unknown eyes. None dared point her traits out though due to Lord Devlen Darkbroode always favoring her company even if it spread words about him as well. She was very trusted by the Lue’Zhan and the elder council that arrived within the year after the Ajerian attacks. There was no question of her influence over Devlen, he shunned all courting attempts by other women and spent most of his time with Cyris at his side spreading the rumor that they were lovers.
The dark clouds hovered over the kingdom as the Black Ships entered port yet again. The Dematri forces had anticipated this day and set up the defenses they needed to stop an invading force. They didn’t fire at first when they saw the ships flying white flags of surrender overhead. The ships were the last remaining people at the cove. They were women and children who had been captured as Mikhails play things. The ships were docked and they were all seen to intensive care facilities where they would be rehabbed for their injuries and brought back to full health.
The Northern Kingdom of Castillia began sending ships out for exploration purposes. They would enter the lands of Saitarus and with Dematri aid they both entered the lands of Chaos never to be heard from again. Devlen took interest in this; there was no reason for them to disappear at the gates of Chaos. His father had conquered the lands until he found nothing left but ruins of a long lost civilization. At dusk he and Cyris had set up a royal convoy. Devlens brother would stand in for him as Emperor while they traveled to the lands of Chaos.
They set off for the last known location of the Northern Kingdoms ships and wouldn’t arrive to the Lands of Chaos for a full week. Upon arriving to the shores of the lands of Chaos there was an entire battalion of Chaos Knights waiting for them. Devlens ship open fire on the shoreline killing multiple Knights until they landed. The Lue’Zhan soldiers exited the ship quickly from zip lines aimed into the middle of the shore. They began fighting as soon as they hit the ground cutting through the Chaos Knight ranks quickly. But the Knights of Chaos were too thick and powerful and continued to hold the Lue’Zhan forces back.
Devlen looked at Cyris and nodded, both exited the ship from two zip lines next to one another. Devlen bailed before she did landing along with his Lue’Zhan, Cyris however jumped much farther into the middle of the Chaos Knights ranks. Her fist hit the ground sending a ripple through it followed by an explosion as she cleared a 30 yard circle all around her and gave the Lue’Zhan the space to move forward. Devlen began fighting like the Wicked One he was destroying each Knight with as much power as he had in his body. Cyris however lead the charge and cut swaths out of their ranks with just her Ajerian powers.
She hadn’t drawn her blade a single time before they made it past the shoreline and into the main land’s leaving a path of corpses behind them. The lands of Chaos were wicked with decaying tree’s and twisted black ruins. It was the lands of demons a mythical place where the rumors of the former Chaos Knight Amon was born. In Amons later years he would be known as the Abyssmal Lord Amon where he killed more than legions of soldiers in these lands, but continued his assault into others recruiting and enslaving more and more troops for his army. Eventually Amon would leave the realm of Castillia and venture into other worlds.
Cyris didn’t understand the feeling she was getting, it was a pure evil aura coming from the lands themselves. After so many years of the Chaos Knights being defeated from Castillia by Alistair they still seemed to remember the Ajerian powers. Many ran from Cyris just because they saw the glowing aura of her Ajerian influence. Others looked at it as a chance to prove themselves. If they could take down an Ajerian they would become top warriors in service to their dread father.
The Dematri forces bunked down for the night in the middle of the fields. Devlen expected the Dematri forces from the main lands to arrive in the following day or two. With an army at his helm he would force the Chaos Knights into submission. The following day Dematri ships lined the coastline and hundreds of foot soldiers joined the ranks of the elite Lue’Zhan guard. Cyris took control of half of the Lue’Zhan and parted from Devlen. The two would wreck both sides of the continent until they met at the middle.
Devlen might have had a harder time considering his foes weren’t reluctant to attack him straight away. He faced everything short of their generals on his path of destruction. Devlen’s skill alone allowed him to effortlessly kill each Knight as if they were cannon fodder. He drove his forces past the ruins of Akitosh into the main lands of the continent rendering the Chaos General’s army defeated in one large surge of troops. Devlen continued in the path of the General’s retreat forcing many of the Chaos Knights into graves long before they could make it to their capital.
The Chaos General Devlen was chasing down entered one of the three capitals of Chaos and set up a defensive perimeter against the incoming army. This is where Devlen’s Lue’Zhan forces worked best. Though he was in control of many more footmen than Lue’Zhan elites, he still forced them to fight like his elite guard. The Lue’Zhan met the Chaos Knights at the gates of the city where they overcame the front line of the Knights and continued to drive them back into the city. The footmen followed close behind killing any stragglers and defending the flank from routing forces.
At the same time as Devlen’s decent into the Hellish lands of Chaos, Cyris was making her way toward her first capital with little resistance. When she entered the capital the walls closed off separating her from most of her forces. The Knights of Chaos flooded the area in front of her. It was her and four other Lue’Zhan warriors while the rest of her forces attempted to break down the gates to the city. The incoming Knights would instead have to face her full power as she stepped before them and called her men to stand down and find a way to open the gates.
Cyris pulled her sword free and charged the entire army facing her. Her aura lit up the entire area as it radiated its full power. The first person she killed exploded sending a shockwave through the Chaos ranks stunning them for a moment while she continued to tear through them without a second thought. She dashed forward leaving a green blur behind her and drove her fist through several of them blowing the Chaos Knights back farther. Finally, the General she was to face showed himself and pointed her out and as he was pointing his arm broke backwards at the elbow from her gaze. His army dropped to their knees and bent backwards until their heads touched the grounds between their thighs. Finally the gates to the city came open and the Dematri forces rushed in to face the Knights who charged through the rows of crippled soldiers.
Cyris made a point to rush through them without getting hit a single time. Her goal was to kill the General face to face. She made it to him and simply stood there. His guards surrounded her but suddenly began killing one another due to a severe case of insanity. The General began backing away from her before his unbroken arm came up and began to gouge out his eyes. By the days end Devlen had left the General he faced hanging from a clock tower by his throat and Cyris had made her general flay his own flesh off his torso until he died.
Both armies marched on the main capital where the King of Chaos resided. They hit the main capital from both sides but the Legion of Chaos was prepared for them sending their most elite soldiers directly toward the Dematri armies doing massive amounts of damage to the attacking forces. Cyris made her way through the forces leaving her command to one of the Lue’Zhan officers. Meanwhile, Devlens forces were being hit from both sides at once smashing his numbers into nothing. The Demtrian Lord had little room to maneuver his faction anywhere other than into the trap they were already stuck in. He forced his Lue’Zhan forward along with the foot soldiers trying to gain ground for their lost numbers.
Cyris was alone when she encountered Devlens army getting massacred. She rushed for him and got cut off on both sides before she sent a wave of death head on to their minds causing misguidance in their ranks where they began to slaughter one another. She burst straight through them to find Devlen in a death lock against one of the Chaos Generals who was easily pushing the Dematri Lord back with his numbers ganging up on him. Even for the most deadly swordsman in the Dematri army, Devlen was no match for a four on one fight with the most highly trained Generals in the Chaos Legion.
However, the tides turned just as Devlen was about to be ran through. The blade came down when Devlen was locked with one of the Generals however it changed direction killing the General he was locked with. Finally he fell backwards and flatted against the ground destroying his skeletal structure and killing him. The other two Devlen ran through with three strikes of his blade.
“Thought you weren’t gonna come for me,” Devlen said moving toward her, she didn’t reply she just stepped in and locked lips with him embracing him. Cyris pulled back and simply smiled at him, there was no hiding it that she loved him, they were perfect for one another. They were both Dematri which would make it appropriate for them to be together, they were both Lue’Zhan elites, and both of them were weapons of destruction. The public image Devlen already had made it seem like they were together, it was time for them to finally make it true.
“Let’s finish this,” Cyris said turning away from Devlen who was a bit stunned by what had just happened. Finally they had their support unit. Cyris aided breaking through the lines and made it back to her unit. The Lue’Zhan moved forward toward the castle where the Lord of Chaos was located. When they arrived to the gate of the castle Cyris sent it exploding inward with all of her power behind a directional blast of energy. She stepped inside alone while the Lue’Zhan began scaling the walls taking out archers and what have you getting into locations. Other Lue’Zhan entered the courtyard along with her and they began their charge on the Chaos Knights that exited their bunkers.
Devlens forces were in position and began taking down the towers connected to the castle. He would enter the building from a higher level while Cyris would break her way in through the bottom floor. Eventually when all opposition was out of the way they both sought out the Lord of Chaos until they were face to face in the only place they hadn’t checked.
“Cyris,” Devlen said as she was about to push the door open, “When this is over. Will you marry me?”
Cyris smiled at him, “Yes,” she simply said and pushed the door open entering the large throne room where the fully armored Chaos Lord was standing in the middle waiting for them. He was massive a man as any lord had ever been. He had a large claymore for a weapon, his armor was fully black.
“Welcome to my castle, Lord Devlen and the Ajerian. I had been planning an invasion on Castillia but you’ve made it easy for me to take it over now. Soon, Saitarus and Castillia will be my lands.”
Devlen smiled wickedly and tilted his head back, “You seem to be confused. We just marched our way through your army with a fraction of the forces that Castillia and Saitarus have stationed there. So, if you kill us, good luck.”
In a single motion the Chaos Lord turned his body and sent a wave of power toward Devlen but it was stopped as Cyris stepped in front of him and absorbed the energy into her right hand and forced it back at him. In a moment’s notice she and Devlen followed the path of the bright energy and when the Lord of Chaos knocked it away he was instantly assaulted by Devlen who cut through his body and Cyris who sent a wave of energy into his chest throwing him against the throne breaking it. Cyris continued forward and jumped bringing her sword down but was swatted away by the Chaos Lord, Devlen however was right behind her attack and drove his Katana into the Chaos Lord’s chest against the throne pinning him.
“It’s over,” he said with a wicked smile. He pulled the Katana from the Chaos Lords chest and drove it through his skull to seal the deal.
By the time the daylight filtered through the sky the entire Legion of Chaos had been defeated for the final time. The elaborate plot for revenge against the Ajerians had been finished. Cyris and Devlen married on the royal ship and would have their ceremony once they returned to Castillia.
Chapter 4
Cutting through the DarknessThey had returned to Castillia and had a full Dematri ceremony. She was now known as Cyris Darkbroode, the Queen of the Dematri. Eventually the Northern Kingdom of Castillia fell under the pressure of debt. The Dematri Republic took over all of Castillia leaving their Governing body in control in order to keep the peace of the Castillian people. A few months would pass keeping the balance of all things as the Dematri influence washed over the lands of Castillia. However, even in the times of peace came darkness from familiar lands. The tower of Lake Castillia would suddenly explode leaving no bodies to be found, the tower itself collapsed into the lake leaving only ruins of the longest living monument in Castillia. It was the final bit of influence of Lord Grindalls reign and the last monument of their savior Arix Himura.
“What do you think caused it,” Devlen asked Cyris looking at the ruins from the old village port.
“The Ajerians are loose,” Cyris simply said to him. She knelt down and placed her hand against the ground. A moment later the entire ground lit up with different paths of green energy, it traced out footsteps, drag trails, and even hidden areas. Both of her eyes began glowing brightly until she stood up and the energy in the area faded away again, “They scattered. By essence they could be everywhere in this city. The Judgment were also present… And a true blood.”
“True blood?”
“Yes, a living Ajerian, one of the last of his kind. The feeling of his power, it’s ancient,” She brushed the dirt off her hand and looked at Devlen with concern in her face, “Devlen, a full blooded Ajerian is a fearful creature. The ancients wrought fear in even the Knights of Chaos, Amon, the leader of the Abysmal Knights feared the Ancients wrath. They are legends and myths feared by all demons in the underworld. If this is truly what it seems, we may be facing the worst nightmare Castillia has ever seen.”
Devlen looked around at the setting and began to smile, “If that’s all, then this will be easy.”
“There’s something odd about this…”
Devlen began at once setting up defensive measures in order to halt an uprising. He sent message to Saitarus to send additional troops. There were a lot of preparations to take before the strike would happen, if it would happen. For starters, Devlen moved the Lue’Zhan out away from the throne room spreading them to strategic positioning throughout the lands of Castillia. This thinned out Devlens guard considerably leaving him wide open to assassination attempts, just as he wanted it. If an assassination attempt was put on his life, he had a chance to capture the assassin and interrogate them for information. Of course, this relied on the off chance that he would be attacked.
Cyris on the other hand was taking measures following the trails of several heavy power sources. They were more powerful than the normal Ajerian power flow. Her investigation was leading her across the entire city, one lead ended and a new one began, the influx of power shifted between targets, each one of them was close to becoming a nova. It was then that she realized the plans the Ajerian had for Castillia. Cyris was much too far away to inform anyone aside from those in the general area. She wasn’t sure how they had accelerated their powers beyond the point of no return but she was well aware of what happened to Ajerians who outlasted their welcome.
Devlen was standing on the overlook to the city and watched as several explosions took out large sections of town, each one a different color than the last. His eyes widened as more explosions lit the area up, “What is happening?” The Ajerian War had begun. The explosions he was watching were Ajerians self-destructing their power into miniature atomic bombs. Whoever was behind the attacks knew of the Ajerian physiology, they had to be ancient in order to fully understand the extent of the explosion an Ajerian could put off.
Cyris was in the middle of battle when she felt the explosions going off. She was faced with several hundred black cloaked figures. Some of them were radiating their natural aura signifying them as the Bound, the others were much stronger than the Judgment had been, and they were living. She was fighting off a race of beings that was long since thought to be extinct. That meant somewhere in this world these beings continued to exist, somewhere Cyris was interested in going in order to find out more about herself. One of the Ajerians cracked her across the skull with his mace dropping her to the ground.
Cyris opened her eyes slowly feeling her body being dragged. She attempted to pull free but her arms were bound together, that was the first mistake these people made, they didn’t understand her power at all. The moment she had fully regained her senses both of the ones dragging her fell to their knee’s with one beating his head against the concrete and the other drawing his sword and running it across his throat. The one that was following behind him pulled his sword free and stepped over Cyris then cut her wrists free; he then took his blade and placed it between his ribs. Cyris stood up and put her hand on the back of the sword and looked him in his coal black eyes.
“Who leads you?”
“Dorn tesso dos naubol.”
“You’ll tell me everything I need to know or I will kill you in the most painful way possible,” Cyris said forcing his will power to bend more in her favor by dropping his sword. The Ajerian kneeled down and then rested his body on his hands and knees. He slowly looked up at her.
“Now, who is your leader?”
“Nind lar ukta l' Grim Reaper. Uk zhah... Inanis.”
She pulled her power from his allowing him to move freely once again. His body shook horribly due to her influence over him, the pain she was putting him through that entire moment he was sitting there. He began to rise to his feet, “Vel'bol nin?”
“Now, you point me in the direction of this Inanis, and I do the rest.”
“flohlu,” the Ajerian said waving her on as he began to walk. Cyris’s journey begins…
The ending to this story is the beginning to another. . .
