Adamante
By Adam Madigan

Leshrac’s Untimely Resurrection

     "Why have you brought me here?!" screams Leshrac, into the infinite darkness. He is not wholly alive any longer, nor is he wholly dead. He is in a state of limbo in a place that only the demon Xain could access. The demon torments Leshrac ceaselessly. Time has lost all meaning.
     Leshrac sought to trick the demon into helping him without paying the price. Xain interceded on his behalf but would not be slighted.
     "Release me!!" yells Leshrac at the demon. "It is not yet the time . . ." responds Xain. "How long have I been in this place?" implores Leshrac. "It is not quite ready . . . soon . . . very soon . . ." "You will release me now or I shall bring you your death!" Leshrac swears to the demon’s back as he turns to leave.
     The demon turns back, red eyes burning bright. He lifts naught but his finger at Leshrac. He feels his legs lock in place as the demon blasts him backward to what would be the floor of that nothing place. He is paralyzed in place and can only shake as the demon advances into his sight. Xain holds something in his hands, that Leshrac can plainly see. Xain places his nails into the item and draws runes upon Leshrac’s left arm and on his right hand. He recognizes them. They are the same runes as on the sides of the dark sword. He tries to yell at the demon, but his voice will not work. His efforts only increase the pain in his legs.
     Xain finishes the runes and kicks Leshrac in the chest. The force of the blow puts Leshrac directly underneath his own legs. "Now you can go back." Xain says sarcastically to Leshrac. He falls into a heap on the floor, landing on his head. "But I don’t see why. Your people have already lost your war." Laughs Xain as he disappears.
     Leshrac is sitting alone in the nothing place trying to remove the runes from his hands and his arm. He does not succeed in anything but making his arms bleed. He sighs in frustration. He looks around again and notices the adamante sword spinning in the air. "So this is the means of my release, ehe . . ." Leshrac hesitates, then grabs the hilt of the sword, and is blinded by a flash of light.
     Leshrac opens his eyes to the bright light, gets off of his knees, and stands. His vision is returning. "How in the hells did this happen!" Leshrac yells as he stares at the charred remains of his Clynian army. Sun bleached skulls and rotting corpses are his only remnants of his once great Clynia. "Mordifin shall pay for this . . . Oh yes he shall pay dearly . . . upon my soul I swear!" Leshrac’s runic tattoos burn black as he raises his sword to the sky, but he is oblivious to the pain.

Adamante episode five. . .
Adamante: Leshrac and the Tiran Woods