Chapter Nine: Eve of Judgment

Death comes to everyone. Ner’bane had always thought about this, even when he was a young boy. He was leading his wolf riders into battle. Would he lead them to their deaths? He almost shuddered at that thought.Would he even lead himself to his own grave? That thought sent a dark chill down his spine.

He looked to his left, and saw HellScream on one of the dark wolves. He smiled slightly, but HS didn’t notice. He put his attention on the upcoming cliff, and he motioned everybody to stop. Somehow, everyone could sense he was weary. His eyes were a crimson dark red, and his eyes shifted down, and he looked at the walls of the City where Kitana and Sindel resided. Some buildings were burnt to the ground, while others were still aflame. He could lead his troops downward, but that would practically be suicide. Although it was done before, he couldn’t risk it. Baraka would have to wait just one more day. He motioned all the riders to go right, and so it was done. He took one last look at the bonfires. He could almost hear the humans screaming.

Castle of Endenia:
Sindel’s head was slammed into the wall, as a tight grip was held on her throat. Blood seeped from her mouth, and she could feel the pain. Not just physical pain, but also the pain of her people.

“You should have expected this, bitch!” Baraka said. “With Kahn dead, there is no one to hold our wraith back.”

Baraka could feel victory. He knew that their time had come. Baraka held Sindel up high, and withdrew on his blades. “Please, no!” The voice of Kitana was heard, but only in a hushed tone. “Go, ahead.” Sindel said weakly. “…you pile of dog shit!” She finished, spitting into Baraka’s eye.
“Delighted.” Baraka said, ramming his blade right between her chest and abdomen. Right in her heart.

Kitana was speechless, although she couldn’t hold back the tears. He took his left blade, and slit it deep into the wound. He tore his arms out of her sides, tearing her into two pieces of her former self. The blood of Sindel splattered on Baraka, and he knew they had finally done.

Baraka went up to Kitana, and held her up by her hair. He motioned his blade to her blue uniform. He slid his arm across her belly, making a slight wound. He pointed the edge of his blade at the wound.

“You should be glad I’m sparing your life Princess.” Barake hissed. “For now anyway.” He laughed. He shoved her into the arms of a Nomad guard. “Take her to the cells below, and station two dozen warriors there. Make sure she doesn’t escape.” The guard nodded, and dragged her away like a rag doll.Baraka went up to Sindel’s blood stained throne, and became breathless.

“Who knew this day would actually even come?” Baraka said. A guard next to him kept quiet for a bit, and then summed up the courage to speak. “Without you Master, none of this would have been possible.”

Baraka grinned, and looked at the warrior. “Well said warrior, there should be more like you in the clan.”

Baetal’s Citadel:
“That bastard.” Baetal said in a low voice, laughing under his words. He went into the grim halls, and went into a room where several Necrolytes were chanting. In the center of the circling Denizens was a book on a stand.

Baetal himself began to chant, and a small portal opened. He knew most Denizens were killed, and so it was his job to conjure a new kind of the evil sorcerers. The portal started to fade, and so all of them started to chant faster, and louder. Baetal’s eyes turned ice blue. His mask shattered, and his nose began to bleed heavily. The portal changed color to blue, and three figures started to come out of the hole. When all three came out, all the Necrolye’s in the room died.

The first two figures wore black shrouds, and masks. They had skeleton guards at their sides. The other was different, he wore a red shroud, and mask like a Warlock. His eyes were cold and crimson. His skin was slightly green, he did not seem human. He is a demon by the name of Skr’Nar. His two companions were Trigul, and Sky’ree.

“You seem to be losing the battle human.” The demon Skr’nal hissed. Baetal’s mask made itself from the clothes he wore, and that was when he spoke. “I am not. I have the Nomads right where I need them.”

“Need?” Trigul asked.

Baetal looked at Trigul for a second, and then again fixed his attention on the crimson demon.
“I need you to take what Denizen’s I have at Kahn’s Castle, and I need you to take them to the Castle of Sindel.”

Skr’nal bowed slightly. “Yes, master.” He hissed.

Ruins of Kahn’s Castle:
Arch and crew made their way to the Castle, and awaited council at the ruins.

“Where is the Nomad, sire?” An Anti-Paladin asked. “He went his own way. That ass can go out and get himself kill for all I care.” The skeletons stationed themselves at all exists of the Ruins, making sure no one would get through.

Arch got up, after a shaman checked him for any health problems. Arch summoned all soldier, shamans, and denizens to the arena, to talk about the war between the Nomads. “Tomorrow we make out way to the mounds, where we will destroy what Nomads we can. The Knights will go first, riding in toward the front taking out any enemies, so the raid will successful. The archers
will be second, taking out the spark bound Nomads. Next will be the soldiers and footmen. They are for up close melee combat.”

“The Necrolyte’s will be next, using their arcane magiks for raising the dead in their path. The Anti-Paladins will be thereafter, using their rune and coil damage for the inside of the mounds. The Warlocks will make a lasting shield around the mounds, making damn sure no one goes in or out.”

“The warlock’s will have to be protected, so that is where you footmen will be bound. The shaman are the most important, as they can heal more rapidly than the other Denizens are able too. They are old, so you soldiers must protect them at any cost.”

Arch finished. “Go get some rest, the raid begins tomorrow.” Arch went into the halls, finding his room.

Wastelands:
The Nomad Predator was going to make his way to Sindel’s Castle, and he took the path through the wastelands, so no one could sense where he was coming from. He knew that Baraka would kill Sindel, but he would also keep Kitana alive.

Predator could kill Baraka, but where’s the profit in that?

Predator became exhausted, and rested in a nearby abandoned watchtower. He didn’t know what Arch had up his sleeve, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting the money he thought he deserved.And Arch cared nothing more but for his father’s will, while Baetal cared nothing more but getting His gem back, and destroying Edneia in the process.

To Be Continued…..