Spiritscape Chronicles: New Fallen Prologue

A green glow began to fill the space around Kafplee causing a rare wave of panic on the face of the demon. The demon was accustomed to causing panic in those encountered making this an unwelcome role reversal. There had been stories circulating about something new going after demons, but no one who had seen anything was around to tell. All that had gotten back was word of a green haze that was left, like an afterglow where many devils had disappeared.

Kafplee was not going out without a fight no matter what this was. The angels claimed to have taken out the beast who had consumed so many, but could they be trusted? What if they were now using the annihilator as an agent to destroy their enemies? What the hell was happening?

“I know you are here. Show yourself, coward!” screeched the twin mouths of the hellion.

A subtle chuckle filled the ether around the demon. “And why would I do that?” came the soft voice that seemed to be everywhere. “I am your judge, jury and will carry out your sentencing. You are guilty.” More soft laughter seem to come from everywhere and nowhere as the Spiritscape became greener than its usual amber.

The demon found new fear as the soft sounds created a sense of foreboding that had not been sensed since the defeat of the Demonslayer. What was this thing that could play hide and seek and still cause fear? Kafplee did what all but the most powerful demons did when faced with an unknown enemy. Run! No matter where the incubus moved there was a green fog blocking the way. It was like the voice knew where the demon was going. With desperation grasping Kafplee, a mad dash through the mist seemed to be the only option.

Knowing the demon’s strategy, the mist enveloped Kafplee before the plan could be implemented creating yet another new sensation: immobilization. The soft, terrifying laughter seemed to be coming from within as pain permeated the core of the demon causing an anguished cry and a flood of curses. The blue essence of the demon was bleeding through the many gashes appearing on the Hadian.

“Now, now,” came the voice. “Watch your language, Kafplee. You never know who may be listening.”

A screech came from the mouths of the demon. “Just do your worst and send me to Hell. I will be back and find your ass no matter how long it takes!”

The silence was deafening. For a moment the devil thought that all sound had been stolen and that was his torment as blue oozing wounds appeared from nowhere but were everywhere on the surface of the devil. Then a sound filled the green haze that stopped Kafplee from even feeling fear. There was nothing to describe the dread of the demon when the voice spoke again.

 
“What makes you think I will send you to Hell? You are now part of my collection,” laughed the voice. The green glow encompassed and filled the demon. Kafplee screamed silently.