Volohs smiled at the woman, trying to keep his cool. If what he read from the book was right, he needed to kill a god, and there was only one he knew, Claydrin would condone killing Oxroses. This Azera the Witch was the only woman who could actually enter the realm of Hell. Volohs made a pouty face, again thinking of his options. He had required adequate strength to take on a legion of men. And with every soul he killed, he became stronger, as if he was the abyss of human life. He turned his head and then looked back at the woman, as she feasted.

"So, sweat Azera, you tell me what you need is in Dechoneus?" Volohs finally spoke up, taking a bite out of a piece of fruit.

"Indeed my lord, I cannot open the gate way any other way. I need my book from Dechoneus and a proper gate way. I only know of one gate way with a lock I can break, that is the fire burning in Dechoneus Castle, the dessert flame." Azera replied.

"Hm, very well, I suppose I must enter into the field of battle, to show these dessert men my true power." Volohs said, with pride.

"Yea, my lord, and only then will they know of your strength." Azera replied.

It had been two weeks sense her arrival, and sense that time, Volohs had twisted her mind. She believed him the friend. Her mind was not completely built upon lies, for Volohs gave her respect those in Dechoneus had not, fearing her great magical ability with portals, she was nearly a cast away. Dechoneus was known for magic, but she practiced the dark arts, the heart of magical energy, this made her an outcast, a witch. They nearly stoned her; she was both feared and respected, but despised and infamous across her own land. This much was true; this was her reason for siding with a man who ordered her parents' death.

Volohs walked towards the lass, smiling in his noble garments. This was the sacred palace of Helm. He had secured it; even the people had given in, and acknowledged his rule. He brushed his hand against the Helmish chair and then to her shoulder. Azera's small hand reached up, meeting Volohs's hand.

"Ah my lady, will you join me in battle? Your spells and my power will make swift work of the enemy, will they not?" Volohs preached.

"Perhaps, but war is no place for a woman." She replied.

Volohs smiled, "Let's get you some fitted armor."

Lennix was angered as he starred at the tear filled woman. This was the queen of Helm? Nerus walked forward, scars across his face, with a split lip, and dirt covered skin. He hadn't had the time to clean up from war. Lennix wasn't amused.

"My lady, this is Lennix, of the Ommart. He is their commander and chief." Nerus said blatantly.

"Hello, Queen of Helm, or should I just call you a lost cause, for Volohs has taken the crown. It is surprising why you men don't give in, throw in the fight, most would have accepted their fate by now, a pity." Lennix said.

The queen knelt down on one knee looking into the ommart's creepy eyes. Placing her hand under his chin, feeling the hair from his growing facial hair, she could sense his uneasiness.

"My lady, I advise you stay a good distance from the restless spirit." Nerus spoke up.

The woman glanced at Nerus, then back at Lennix, "Oh, child of torment, will you not turn back to the light? Why do you try and kill us with your miss guided loyalties."

Lennix closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of a woman. She had long brown hair, and her eyes were a cold grey color, she was quite fair, even for her middle ages. He opened once more his mouth cracking for reply.

"Choose your words carefully." Nerus said firmly.

Lennix looked to the knight, as he spoke, "Oh fair maiden, you understand not. The Ommart owe loyalty to their king, whom is Volohs. It has always been our way; only upon fair combat on the first day of summer may another Ommart challenge their league. Until then, he is who I owe loyalty."

"But who is to say, you cannot aid us with your words? As you have done before, at the fort, your military advice and insight on your people could give us and advantage." Nerus said, with inspiration, "Or do you claim a newly found love for your human king?"

Lennix snarled, "A man cannot rule an ommart, but I tell you, Volohs is no man, not anymore, he is something else."

"What do you know of this topic?" The queen asked in hast.

"What I told you is all I know. I will say only this, that my loyalties lie with no mortal, unless it be my people. I will not serve you, nor will I serve my so called King." Lennix replied.

"Very well, then I suppose beheading is necessary." Nerus spoke up.

The queen lifted from her kneeling position, "Not necessary. Why kill yet another when there be no founded reason for it? Cast him into the prison, until this war be over."

"My queen this is unwise." Nerus spoke up.

"Ah, a good old prison cell, like the one I knew beforehand." Lennix said with sarcasm.

"My lady, Sir Nerus, news from the south east," A scout called out bowing before the two.

"Speak man, for we wish to hear your urgency." Nerus said aloud.

"I have gathered the information from five weeks' time. News of this so called Knight of Helm, have spread across the plains of Dechoneus, they claim him a hero." The scout was cut off with a quick reply from Nerus.

"Cladius," Nerus smiled.

"My thoughts as well, though they say he has met his demise at the forest off the east. Some say he was captured then kill, others say he killed his captures, and died by Herne's hand in the forest."

"I refuse to believe that. It is most likely rumor or gossip, what of the Quails?" Nerus questioned.

"Ah, sir they were said to be might soldiers in Dechoneus push towards Helm."

"So Dechoneus has chosen to fight with us?" the queen said, with surprise.

"Indeed, King Halv has passed away from us; King Henry has taken the throne. The Quails have gone missing, and Volohs has begun to conquer Dechoneus, despise their resistance. He already has the outer cities once more under his grasp, and comes for the kingdom's capitol."

"Have the gods forsaken us?" Nerus questioned.

It appeared no matter how hard they fought, they were only a step away from falling off the face of the earth. Volohs was winning, conquering Lumesc one easy step at a time. The fought with all their strength but to no avail. There were outnumbered, and their war tactics were far from superior. Nerus cursed himself, why had he taught such a monster.

Volohs looked at the looming cities he had taken those days prior to his coming. His legion march closely behind him and beside him was none other than Azera. He would take her to combat now, as a soldier and student. He knew her magical capabilities and he knew his own strength, they could wipe out legions of men with their mystical strength and superiority. Volohs watched as the women, children, and old men coward in the streets to their new lord. He was mighty indeed, why shouldn't they fear and respect him? He smiled under his armor as he continued the march.

He looked at Dechoneus, miles away in the distance. This time, he had brought his Ommart army, every soul, men or women. It was interesting, the men wore no armor, and loved the taste of pain, yet the women, wore steel armor around their breast and arms, legs and feet. They were ready for battle, and unlike their men, felt no pain. This encourages child birth within their culture, as the women couldn't feel a thing. Men were given high honors and positions, and the women, were respected each as a queen. Ommart families were a matriarchy, though they were ruled by a single man. Unlike the men, the women grew no spinal mane, and no facial hair. The only difference between a women ommart, and a human women was their skin color, and eyes.

"Azera, my dear, can you not cast a spell to bypass these, horrific illusions and magical power surrounding Dechoneus?" Volohs questioned, knowing the answer.

"Indeed, my lord, I can, and will." She smiled as she concentrated her magical energy.

Before long the Ommart juggernauts were leaping through a gate way formed by the witch. The warmongers and juggernauts of the Ommart army were tarring through Dechoneus as if it was nothing. The soldiers followed orders well, only to attack those who were hostile.

Volohs was screaming wither energy, as he slammed his hammer into men, easily knocking them down to the ground with one blow. His magical energy was a part of his being, and all trembled with that knowledge as he caught their blades, and tore through their army single handedly.

King Henry looked down over his wall, where had these Ommart come from? He panicked as they rushed to place their armor over their bodies and swords in their hands. Henry quickly locked his chamber's door, fearing for his life. He glanced down once more, over the balcony. He watched as Volohs pointed at him, hearing his voice boom over the battle.

"Kill the king!" Volohs commanded.

Azera fared well, as she walked into her portal last. The Ommart had cleared a path, along with Volohs's lead. She smiled as she began to cast numerus spells, telekinesis, fire magic, ice magic, and energy surging from her bodies very being. She was enjoying this too much, the shy girl she was before was no more. Volohs had turned that shy lady into a woman of destruction and confidence.

"Gods, protect us!" Henry shouted as an arrow flew right by his face.

Henry fell to the floor, as he watched arrows fly by him and into the wall he looked at. He heard the cries of men and children as Volohs began to simply walk through his castle as if a walk in the park. Volohs's cape dragged along the ground as he began to walk up the stairs. Henry could hear the small thuds of his footsteps and clanking steel plate armor.

"Oh, my poor king, please open up." Volohs said teasingly as he knocked on the door.

Henry ran to his balcony view the Ommart gathering his surrendered soldiers in the plaza. The king began to climb up the castle as to escape his fate. Turning back to watch the king of the West follow after, Henry began to climb faster.

Volohs smiled, getting through the door was easy, with only one swing of his mace, but watching this man climb up his own castle like a rat was priceless. He couldn't help but find this little cat chase amusing. Henry struggled against the nearly smooth surface as he tried to make the peak. There was a dome shape covering the top, and a long spike Henry cleaned to as Volohs steady himself. He casted his helmet of his face as he approached the King of Dechoneus, Volohs was prepared.

"Well, well, well, we meet at last, dishonored King. Are you ready to fall before your people?" Volohs chuckled.

"Is this a game for your twisted mind?" King Henry yelled back in anger and fear.

"Indeed, if my mind is twisted, I only follow the will of my god, Claydrin, Father of Time. I have risen from the dusts of the earth. I am to be a god! But I must forge the Helmish Empire first. Don't you see, I do this for my god; as would you if so commanded." Volohs stated.

"I'm not a monster like you!" Henry yelled back, holding to the spike, as he drew his sword with his free hand.

He moved in sync with Volohs as they spiraled around the steep dome top of the castle. Volohs grinned knowing this to be the fate of Henry, the last king of Dechoneus.

"Good bye, king," Volohs said, kicking Henry off the spire.

He watched as Henry plummeted to his death. His bones were twisted, as his blood flew at least ten feet in all directions. Volohs ripped the flag of Dechoneus from the spike on top the spire. As his men gave a loud war cry of victory, the people of Dechoneus wept for their second king's death.

Almorah looked out towards the distance Agular's hand on her back as they viewed Dechoneus in smoke. Almorah was almost relieved, she didn't have to deal with Henry any longer, yet she felt guilty for such feelings. Agular would be lying if he didn't feel the same way.

"Perhaps, we should have sent soldiers?" Revar questioned under the night sky.

"No, this was how it was supposed to end to begin with. Volohs took was already promised him." Agular spoke up, "Henry broke his father's oath. This is nothing less than what that dishonorable rat deserves."

Almorah looked at the recovering man in fearful awe. This was not the Agular she knew, perhaps it was the medicine. Little did she know of the medicine's magical properties; Yet she saw the rage in her brother.

"Perhaps you speak to hasty of this man. Alissicies tells us to love all, and to give second chance to all. The gate to Hell is in that castle; perhaps this man truly protected that with his life, alone in this tale, not to tell a soul, for fear of its miss uses." Revar replied calmly.

"What?" Almorah said, raising her voice in surprise.

"Indeed, there is always more than meets the eye. Perhaps Volohs's ambitions have outweighed his righteous cause." Revar said in thought.

"Righteous cause?" Agular roared in anger, "He has done nothing but destroy!"

"When the words of the gods are left for man's interpretation, are not all actions than a righteous cause? Men and women never find themselves on the wrong side of history, until it is too late." Revar replied, "Does this not put Volohs zeal, into a righteous cause? Who else among you had the faith to diligently seek a way to make the gods words happen, through nearly impossible task. Doesn't that make him more righteous than you?"

"He is evil." Agular said firmly.

"Ah, but you still only see your side. You see his effect on you, but not his actions." Revar said calmly.

"I do not understand, this man has killed countless people, how could any god wish that for their creation?" Almorah questioned.

"Men throughout time have done the same, yet little do you know that Volohs forges the very Helmish Empire with his deeds, whether directly or indirectly. There are but two rulers now, Volohs of the West, and Inger's Emperor." Revar commented.

"You have no solid proof, or answers." Agular replied.

"Of course not, I simply was thinking, bouncing ideas." Revar smiled forcibly.

The three looked to the night sky, as if their plain was inevitably connected to the evil they now faced. Volohs also starred towards the sky, holding Azera within his arms. He closed his eyes, kissing the woman on the forehead.

"Ah, sweet woman, without your spells, we would have lost over ten men." Volohs said, "Your magic is indeed strong, and potent."

"Such flattery, if you look towards the stars, you can count the number of men who wait for their god." Azera said softly.

"Ah, yes, and this sun god is on his way to restore their salvation. I will succeed, and when I do, I will raise you up. You will be my partner." Volohs said, turning toward the woman.

Azera's eyes widened, "Are you saying..."

Volohs cut her off, "Indeed, take my hand, be mine, now and forever, rule this land with me. Be mine."

Azera had tears role down her eye, "Indeed my love, I will be yours."

The two gave a soft kiss, as they looked back to the stars, simply enjoying their presences. They had conquered one of the strongest kingdoms known to man in under two hours. They had gathered the soldiers, and all who did not swear loyalty to the king, were executed. Volohs was strict, but under his circumstances he had no other choice.