untitled prologue part 2

A Story by saigonoiki808

The knight confronts the demon king

   Great black doors creek open as the knight enters. THis throne room is no room at all, but open platform lined with pillars along the edge. small blue flames hang in midair between each pillar giving him dim light. The sky is clear over head, with the moon and stars shining tranquily. A dark figure sits patiently ahead.
   "Youve come for me have you?"A thunderous voice booms with a mighty force. a strong pressure falls apon him and makes the gravity seem ten fold the norm. The knight strains his body and presses forward.
   "I applaude ur persistance brave fool< but there is no hope for you here." Every word sends another wave of pressure rolling over him. THe atmosphere is so thick and heavy the knight can barely breath.
His body is strong and his will is stronger. He continues to walk onward trudging as if through mud.
He calls out "I will slay you demon. This ends tonight"
   "Yes..."the dark lord sighs as he rises from his seat. "...this will end tonight.." he continues as he descends the steps of the throne. "..but it only ends for you."
   The demon king towers over the knight. He raises a hand to the sky as shadows gather in his grip. A giant blade manifests in his hand. Even the demons sword his larger than the knight. He brings the blade down to strike. The knight rolls out of the way just in time. The sword slams into the ground like a meteor, shaking the world and cracking the ground. If the knight had blocked, the force would have crushed him. With the pressure in the air he would not be able to dodge many more.
   The dark king lunges forward, while the knight throws a vile at the ground. It breaks on impact and a great flash explodes from it pushing the demon back. He breaks a second vile on his chest and light spews out. The magic aura envelopes his body, and allows him to move freely despite the atmosphere. THis time it is the knight who lunges to the demon.
   As he swings his his sword to strike, the dark king raises his to block. The force of impact sends out a shockwave blasting away the nearest pillars. Under protection of the vile's magic, not only moved at normal speed but gained power to match the demons.

Their clashed for hours, battling as equals. Then in a mighty sweep the knight knocked the demons blade from his hand. In return the demon backhanded the knight sending the knight flying back. He caught himself quickly and rushed forward again, slamming into the demon with his shoulder. The demon stumbled back and fell on the steps to the throne. In a final blow, the knight thrusts his sword through the demons chest, pinning him to the ground. The dark king, dying, crumbled away slowly as dust.
   "I told you, this ends tonight." He said as he pulled his sword from the ground.
As the last bits of dust blew away on a breeze the demon sighed "I see...welcome to our kingdom..."
   The knight turned and walked away, uneased by the demons last words.

   As he made his way through the castle, the magic aura faded away. Just as it did he froze in place. He was unable to move while wicked laughter echoed closer. Chills ran through him. For the demon was a powerful foe, but this voice was was an entity of true evil. A voice he was too familiar with.
"Do you not know the consequence of slaying my king?" the voice laughed.
From the shadows it revealed itself. A woman in white covered in burns and blood. Bleeding from every orific. This was the spirit witch. A horrific sight that drove weak minds mad.
   The knight had seen many horrors and madness. He was not so much swayed by the sight he had encountered several times before. But nothing sent more fear through him.
   She approached, laying her hands on his chest, "so you think this is over?'
   Her hands searched his body intimatly and she draws a dagger tucked in his belt. Dragging the blade across his torso and up to his throat she says,"it will never be over."
   He cannot move his body, but he speaks,"Your king is dead, the horde is vanquished, and id slay you too if you wher not already dead..." He boasts. "you hav nothing left witch"
   She kisses him passionatly, blood gushing from her lips, as she thrusts the dagger into his abdomen.
"Till we meet again my lord" she says as she vanishes. Her evil laughter fades away again down the halls.
   He regains control of his body and pulls out the dagger. He shudders and vomits, over come with fear and pain and disgust. He collects himself and continues to make his way outside.

   Thousands of soldiers are gathered in the fields. The horde fell lifeless to the ground some time ago. They knew this meant the demon king was dead. Corpses of both forces litterd the earth.
   A soldier nearest the castle cried out, and a cheer arose spreading outward among the men. A lone knight emerged from the castle gates. He staggerd out toward the army. A few men brought him a horse and helped him up. This was their champion, who had slain the demon king. Another cheer roared from the men. He rode forward to address the army. When he opened his mouth to speak he started to choke. He coughed and hacked as he fell from the horse. The knight started to vomit again. Blood and blackness spewed out as me rushed to his aid. A scream came from the rear gaurd. Then another. While everyone stood watching their hero, noone had noticed the corpses picking themselves back up. Those of the horde and the army of man were attacking bringing down the living.
The champion knights skin quickly turned pale as death, then darkend to a deep grey. He stopped moving for a moment, then stood slowly. He camly watched as his men were massacured by the undead. Each man that fell arose again as part of the horde. The knight opened his mouth again to speak.
With a a voice booming like thunder he said, "Welcome to our kingdom."
   The demon king turned and walked back into the castle to return to his throne.