Almorah glanced down at the envelop she saw at her desk. She hadn't told a soul. She had met secretly with King Henry, and agreed to take his hand in marriage. She hated the man. Almorah knew that her brother would have never wished this on her, but she was certain that she could save her brother, that was before Revar came into their lives. She had accepted it. She was only to put the ring on, on their wedding day, which was today. She opened the envelope containing the ring given to her by King Henry. She pulled out the ring; it sparkled with diamonds and was a pure white forged from silver. Engraved on the back was written words that no man could duplicate, thanks to their magic nature. It was a ring that only the people of Dechoneus knew about and only the king knew of its location.

Almorah knew Henry had announced their marriage they day that Revar came, she had already been wedded, but the marriage was a ceremony that the people had to watch. It was after this ceremony they would spend their first night together, as husband and wife. She was glad she was able to avoid such a night, yet she still held an obligation, being the Queen of Dechoneus. They were her people now, and she felt a burning passion to save them from Volohs.

She was curious if the people knew her yet as queen, if Henry was able to announce it to the people, if not, then Dechoneus had no legitimate ruler, unless Volohs failed to burn the wedding documents. She had been married for less than twelve hours, and figured herself yet a widow.

Agular walked into the room, as Almorah hid the ring she wore behind her back. The magical ring, shifted sizes to fit her finger perfectly. The tall, broad man brushed his head. Almorah, blinked twice in shock, he had completely shaven his head, the skin now reflecting the light of the sun off his head. He had begun growing a large beard, his chin thick with hair. She had noticed this a day ago, his bear, but it seemed so much larger today.

The woman rushed forward, placing her hands over Agular's head as she tried to make sense of it.

"Your hair, what happened to it?" She nearly shouted.

Agular pulled her hands off his head, as Almorah dropped down from her tippy toes, "Didn't know you cared so much for my hair. Revar gave me this cut; it's much more fit of a soldier. Isn't that what Cladius asked us to be, soldiers?"

Almorah's hands rested in her brother's, as she tilted her head in discuss, and sadness "Cladius isn't here. He's dead, or didn't care to come back."

Agular wrapped his bulky arms around his sister, as her embraced her. His giant soft soul was a huge comfort to her. She was lost without her brother. Almorah sobbed softly, feeling guilty for taking Henry's hand in marriage. A large part of her hoped he was dead, but this made her feel guilty as well, how could she wish yet another man death?

She wept more deeply as these thoughts entered her mind. Agular pulled back, feeling the metal ring around her finger, and the golden brace, she yet still wore, given to her by none other than Cladius.

"You still ware the brace?" Agular questioned, looking at her ring.

Almorah quickly pulled her hand back, as she smiled, wiping tears from her eyes, "I don't know why I do, but it brings me comfort. Perhaps the best, most vivid memory I have of Cladius."

"I understand, it doesn't have to make sense. You cared deeply for him, I know you did, you don't have to yet still strive to hide it." Agular replied with a soft smile.

Almorah once more leaned her crying head against her brother, letting her pain out. She couldn't explain this. She had felt feelings for many men in the past, both handsome and wise, yet, she had never felt so, empty, hollow in side as when Cladius had left them. She couldn't explain this feeling; it was similar to loosing Rigger, but different in its light. She wished she could simply dismiss this feeling, she wished she could just focus.

Rever entered the stone floored room, with wooden walls. The door had a moon carved into it with fire work. He smiled his fake, almost hurtful smile as he appeared ready for war. He had relaxed a bit in the last few days, only wearing a uniform, but apparently, something was happening. Almorah turned her head, trying to hide her tears, as Agular looked at the man with a sense of duty.

"Excuse me; I know my timing to be, not so great." He shrugged off, cut off by Agular.

"That's why knocking was invented, this best be important." Agular replied, as Almorah strived to wipe her tears away quickly.

"Indeed it is," Revar said, ignoring Agular's comments, "Demons."

"Demons, what?" Agular replied.

"Demons, they have broken through a gate. Volohs has entered hell with his small legion, just prior a day ago. A half year sense the man you call Cladius was taken."

"We know how long it's been," Agular replied angrily.

Despite his reaction, Agular was actually quite fond of this man. He had learned to trust, and respect him. He seemed fake, but the man truly didn't know how to show sincerity. He was mentally ill in fact, and had troubles feeling emotion. He was a good man though, through and through. He did most the things he did, because the women of the temple had simply taught him that those were manners, and acceptable responses. Little did Revar know that those around him saw his 'manners,' as off mindedness and awkward, a feeling he probably never felt.

Revar let his eyes wander a bit, as if entertaining a thought and then turned his head back, showing that forced smile once more.

"My apologies," Revar replied.

Another thing that was taught to the man at a young age, he couldn't feel sorrow for his mistakes, he didn't know the mistakes he made, he was if a read script, just following footsteps he had learned. He knew no wrong. His apologies were based off the tone of voice of those he spoke with, or in their appearance of anger, emotions he could only imitate. He was factual, yet religious, a combination rare between the two archetypes.

Almorah was ignorant of his mental state, thinking him just awkward. She didn't like him much, no, not one bit. She looked at him her anger filled eyes, tears now wiped from her face. Her eyes were still red from her rubbing, and crying. She was a strong woman, who had lost much, yet she took in a deep breath.

Agular let his sister go, as he walked towards the wall, retrieving his war-hammer. He grabbed his chain-mail, and tossed it over his body, leaning his two handed hammer over his shoulder, as he finished strapping two potions to his belt. It wasn't particular heavy, as most think; it weighed less than seven pounds and delivered devastating blows. He stepped forward, as he pushed Revar through the door way, closing it behind him.

"Give her a minute to change." Agular replied.

Revar nodded his head, with forced excitement. He looked about the room as he grimaced at his own thoughts.

"What is it Revar?" Agular asked.

"Demons, they always stink like fish, I don't like dealing with them." Rever replied.

"You're worried about their smell?" Agular replied.

"Indeed. They stink. Oh, and the big ones with four arms, and horns, those are tough, killed three of our men last time!" Revar replied.

"Well how many men are we taking with us? Last time?" Agular question, worry in his eye.

"Sorry," Revar paused, giving his fake smile, "We are taking five men with us including me, and then we are taking you, and Almorah."

"Alright, so, there will be seven of us, against?" Agular questioned.

"Oh, who knows? It could be quite a lot who come through, like ten, or maybe it will only be two or three this time."

"These are demons, I am assuming this doesn't happen often, but they aren't simple to defeat, correct?"

"Just stab and slash, they wear no armor, but they are violent and resilient. It may take a well-placed blow to send them to their graves."

"Noted," Agular replied.

The door open and closed behind them as Almorah walked through the door. She was angry, and ready for battle. She wore the armor created for her back in Helm, it was fine craftsmanship, and even better defense; it was the strongest thing they could have made. Her blue hair fell down to her shoulders, and her toned muscles were tensed as she griped her sword sheath tightly. She stepped forward, as if in charge.

"Let's move, we do not have all day." The woman spoke.

Almorah hated when others saw her fragile side. She was a sweet lady in truth, but in times of war, there wasn't a man or woman tougher than her. She moved forward as Revar skipped across the ground to keep up, and Agular power walked. It didn't matter if everyone was ready or not, Almorah was, and they were to be leaving soon. The woman could feel the silver ring around her finger as she continued to walk forward towards the stables.

"Miss, Quail, we aren't taking the horses." Revar smiled.

"Why not?" Almorah questioned.

"They are expensive for our budget, so we walk by foot. We only take them out for victories we know we can win, or to places we know we won't lose them. In this case, the demons will eat them if we bring them, and those ponies, I mean horses, will suffer."

Almorah sighed, rolling her eyes will annoyance, "Very well, lead the way."

The five Templar and Quails traveled across the great mountains, and over the course of the week they examined from a distance the demons as they feasted upon unwary travelers dead corpses. Almorah took in a deep breath, as she smelt the nasty flavor of the hell bound beings. The smelt, like rotten fish. Why was everything evil an awful smell, didn't evil know how to bath?

"Those are demons, I can tell by the smell," Revar fake smiled.

He was the leader of the Templar, being the senior of their ranks. He had trained and fought for a long time for this achievement. He was well qualified. Almorah drew her blade. There were about seven demons, a couple fought over a dead man's flesh. They were hungry enough to eat anything. The trees had ben chewed into, the horses, devoured, even their bones were missing, and the men, lucky they still had some flesh on their dead bodies.

"Let us flank them, take them by surprise." Almorah suggested.

"Good idea!" Revar replied, as he commanded his men to draw their bows.

The Templar nodded their heads in reply. They were ready to fire when the command was given.

"Fire!" Revar smiled, as he let loose his own arrow.

The volley of projectiles launched in the air as the demons charged forward towards the noise Revar had made. The arrows slammed into their shoulders, chest, and legs. They charged continued forward, their thick hide taking most the blow. The men quickly dropped their bows as they drew their swords.

"Time to dance!" Revar yelled.

Agular slammed his hammer into the abdomen of one of the four armed monsters, as Almorah leaped on top, slamming her sword's blade through the skull of the enemy. She tugged, until on its horn until it fell to the ground. Revar's Templar faired quit well to say the least. The hacked and slashed at their enemy, felling their arms, legs, and heads. Shattered horns laid on the ground were they crawled as they plunged their swords through their hearts. Within that very minute, two men had been torn to pieces, as the demons eat them whole. Almorah slide her sword across one's gut, as a man fell out of the fiend's stomach. She frowned at the sight, as she grabbed the towering demon's horn, thrusting her blade through its throat, and lower jaw, only satisfied once the blade was seen through the forehead. A demon had then grabbed her, holding her over his head, as he readied to eat her; she quickly re-acted slashing off the arms of the creature, with Sosire. The arms fell to the ground, as the left remaining arms of the monster let her go beside his appendages. The demon recoiled in pain, as it held its stubs, with its hands. Almorah used the recovery time of her enemy, to slam her sword into the devil's knee. She watched it fall over, her as she sunk her blade into its chest. The men looked around the area, clear of demons, thanks to their fighting experience.

Revar rushed over, placing his arms under the fallen, fiend, as Agular was already trying to heave the half ton demon off his sister. They were giant, muscular and mean. They stood around seven to ten feet tall, and weighed anywhere from half a ton to three fourths a ton. Between Agular and Revar, they were able to get the fiend off from Almorah. The woman took in a deep breath, the weigh nearly crushing her.

"Are you alright?" Agular said, looking over his sister covered in blood.

"I'm fine, this blood is not my own." She replied, taking her brother's aid to get on her feet.

Revar had already walked down the mount, with his Templar, approaching a broken tower. They quickly covered their eyes as the examined the area. Whatever had let these demons out was gone now. It seems that it had already been taken care of, some way, by someone. Revar didn't like the looks of it. He knew something was up, this wasn't normal, to begin with, but this was far beyond mysteries and ominous now. He if had known why or how the portal, had opened and closed, he wouldn't be so concerned. He thought it was simply because of Voloh's march.

His march through Hell.