Fleeting

Return To The Fire
A/N: seem as though such lovely people reviewed, i've decided to continue with this epic. so, here you go. another brand-spanking-new chapter. enjoy.


“What we need, my lord, is some form of attacking stratagy. They have a bigger army than we do. If we just rush straight in, we’ll be crushed under the weight of them all.” Alacos leaned back in his chair, throwing his leg over the arm rest and running his finger tips back and forth across his lips. He was the most human looking pure bred demon in the entirety of hell, and while he’d gathered a large following, his general was right: the lord master of hell had a bigger one.

A lot of demons didn’t want to be led by someone who was so obviously human looking, unwilling to believe that alacos was a direct decendant of a blood line that ran back so far through time, he could stake claim on more than one of the old ones being a relative.

“I know.” His voice echoed around the chamber they were in, and he could hear most of his foot soilders milling around smaller chambers that surrounded the main one. It was kind of degrading to him, having to hide deep within the mountains that skirted the suburbs. Forced into hiding during the latter part of the war. But he’d make do, for now.

In his opinion, this dimention was being run by a guy who wouldn’t know his ass from his elbow if it weren’t for all his creepy advisers. And a true leader, one who was worthy to run one of the universes most feared hell dimentions, listened to advice, and then took what was most needed. He used it as a tool to bend to his will. He didn’t run his entire empire on what someone else said.

That wasn’t leading. It was following. And alacos would be damned if he was going to listen to that over grown whelp for much longer.

After all, soon enough he’d have all the help he could ever need.

“My lord, surely we should start planning now? Thelonger we wait, the better chance De’gern has of re-assembling his troops.” Alacos frowned down at his general, wondering how it was that this demon, of a weakened bloodline, had actually come to being his general.

“General Glish, would you kindly refresh my memory, by telling me *who* is in charge here?” Glish saw the dangerous look to Alacos’ eyes, before bending his head and kneeling on the floor before him.

“you my lord.”

“then surely you can understand my need for obediance? Why, what leader would I be, if I didn’t actually *lead* my followers?” he stood from his chair, moving down the steps to stand before Glish, and taking some serious concideration to lopping off his head.

He could feel the burning rush of his power folding itself into his hands as he stood there, his body beginning to tremble with rage.

“You know, for a calm guy, you lose your temper really quickly.” Her voice rang out into the room, bouncing off the walls and causing half of the demons in there to reach for their weapons, all looking around to try and find the uninvited voice. So, they were quite surprised when their lord started to chuckle, his power dimming, having been quelled by the husky voice that broke through his rage.

It would do him no good to kill his general, especially when his advice had been so useful so far.

“I thought you’d never get here.” He turned around, looking up at the raven haired beauty who was currently lolling about in his chair.

“well, I had some business to take care of. You know how it is; woman troubles.” She grinned at him, flickering her eyes over his shoulder as alacos hear the quiet, but distinctive, sound of a bow releasing its arrow.

Without a thought, she looked back at him, shifting her head out of the way and reaching up to pluck the arrow out of the air. She did it in such a way that anyone would have thought the arrow was going in slow motion. But e knew, that to everyone else in the room, it wasn’t. hurling so fast that it was a meer blur as it sliced through the air.

“Well that wasn’t nice.” She fingered the weapon’s wooden shaft, before looking out at the room, and emidiatly locking her eyes on the only demon in the room who had hold of a bow. Sitting forward, she pulled back her arm and with an almighty shift, launched the arrow at him. She grinned, leaning her elbows on her knees as a thunk echoed throught he room. Looking over his shoulder, alacos watched as one of his majors crossed his eyes to see the arrow poking out of his froehead, before he tilted backwards and slumped to the floor.

“now now slayer. I invited you here to kill the oposition, not the hometeam.” Walking up the steps he grinned at her, turning and sitting down with his back against his chair, effectivly sitting at her feet. His people knew he bowed to no one, but showing such a deep alliance to this slayer, by sitting at her feet, was something even his general took literally.

She was human, but much, much more powerful than their lord. She would kill each and every one of them without thinking too heavily about it. she weilded a kind of power than not even alacos, with his acient bloodline, could ever come close to matching up to.

“Hey, I got not one problem with killing demons. It’s like a hobby for me. So call off our attack guards, before you have non of them left.” He nodded into the crowds, telling them to back off. She wouldn’t hurt them, if they didn’t hurt her. Simple as. “now get your ass off the floor and lets get down to business shall we? I got something waiting for me back home, and I’d like to get back to that *before* these fuckers get me killed.”


Continued Next in: The Fire Breathes In All Of Us