Blood flowed and people screamed, it was a glorious day to be alive.

The sound of swords clashing, of arrows piercing and spears stabbing rang across the battle field, the demonic sword Apizal ‘Slayer of the light’ sung in delight as it sliced through another neck.

The feel of the Demonic Lord Te’Leij holding it’s handle was perfect, his grip and strength as it was swung through the cold frosty air at the holy warrior was exact and deadly.

What was that sound? Oh shit their chanting! Apizal screamed in Te’Leij’s head to kill them all, but it was too late, with a blinding flash of lightning Apizal was slain by light incarnate, the revenge of the holy was complete.