The Glabrezu is one of the larger more powerful demons. A head taller than a man with an additional set of arms which are ended in claws. They tend to have greyish skin and deformations in their head and limbs.

While physically weaker than a hezrou they are still far stronger than even the strongest of mortals and tend to be great tacticians for the abyssal hoard. They tend not to be skilled in magic but always know at least a few higher level spells.

Kythia

I look up at the dragon who called himself my mate as he flies away. I am confused and conflicted, he knew the name of my wolf. I had not told my mate much about her so she must have given her name to him.

He is not Adrian, he is more confident and decisive than my mate, the dragon has far more pride. He is not the wolf that should wake up inside my mate, the wolf and Adrian would be the same person like Moonlight Runner and me.

Is this dragon the same as Adrian’s future wolf? I look at the elves, they are still shouting into the air for the dragon to give Adrian back.

Soon they seem to realize that the dragon is not returning, and fall down. Stifling back my own tears I move to comfort them.

As I speak soothing words to my pack sisters as I worry over if our mate will return, or if it is worse and we drove our mate away. I barely notice as the few hours before dusk pass away.

Kathrine

The crash of the dragon that is apparently my son exiting through the roof of the non-burning building nearby wakes me from the words he said earlier.

In the hours we spent driving all I had been thinking about was how to help my sons and get everything back to normal.

There is no going back, my children are wizards and my oldest a monster than can smash the walls of a brick building and fire some sort of death laser out of his mouth.

I feel a hand on my back, it’s my son’s friend Bryan.

“Don’t worry, he always goes at night to keep everyone safe. The world has changed but we are still ourselves.”

Kythia had been telling me for days that I need to accept that everything has changed, but I didn’t want to accept that I could not have what we had before anymore.

If there are creatures as powerful as that golden dragon or stronger all over the place, what is gone is gone for good. Adrian is right, the rule of law is gone.

The sword may keep us safe but those who live by the sword will die by the sword. I can only hope that we can put it down before that part comes.

God forgive me but I will give Adrian my blessing when he comes back, but tonight I need to pray for his safety and that my husband will come find us.

I smile as Bryan helps me up and I walk to a tent that I can only assume is from the magic of someone here. I don’t know if this is the sorcery in the Bible or if it counts as a gift from God.

Adrian

I stand up and feel as sore as if I had ran with all my might until I passed out.

Its night time and I can see gouges in a rock face I recognize. I drive by this all the time on my way to school. How can I be here? This is probably over a hundred miles away from that rest stop.

I feel my eyes refocus and color drains away from my surroundings though I can see clearly. Something dragon-me must have done while I was away.

I look at the rock face, the gouges seem to be writing though sloppy; as if by someone who is just learning to copy letters.

Sorry for being a part of you. Please treat the hoard well and goodbye.

As I read the last word I feel a torrent of sadness well up from somewhere within me until something breaks and it becomes pain. I fall to the ground, my right arm grasping for something that isn’t there against my chest.

I shiver to the chill brought by the night breeze and the embarrassment from my state of dress arrives as it should have earlier.

In a panic I reach for my clothes within Void Cache only to find that I cannot sense anything within it or even the space that it connected to.

No, no, no. Everything was in there the food, the water, gas, clothes everything! We are all going to die without that stuff. I have to get back, we need a new plan.

I jump into the air and send my will inwards to become a dragon. My will spirals inwards towards the sadness turned pain until I lose track of it from landing face first into the asphalt of the road.

The taste of my own blood fills my mouth. My nose is broken and I think there are bits of me left in the street as I pick myself up.

I focus on the pain, trying to distract myself from my panic but I just can’t. I can’t fly. I can’t carry what I need.

My doubts swirl around my mind as I slowly rock myself trying not to hyperventilate.

Hours pass and it is not until I hear the steps of a few horses on asphalt followed by someone speaking in Althaen that I am able to overcome my doubts.

Hatred is what helps me regain control of myself, but it is wrong; there is no anger or rage involved. This cold loathing drives me as I lash out with fire and lightning at the two Althaen horsemen.

They are the reason I started looking for power. They are the root of every god damn problem I have.

I glance at the scorch marks that were once two Althaen, but feel no joy. Everything is a mess. My mind is in shambles and those I care about are going to end up dead if this is not fixed.

No matter the idea I get on how to get back and keep everyone alive all I can feel is doubt.

That can’t be right, know an that one idea must be different than another but its always the same endless doubt over everything.

I need to undo whatever happened after I read that message form dragon-me. Logically that should fix or at least help with whatever this painful hole is inside of me but I actually have no confidence that anything I do will work or that undoing it will even do anything.

Logic isn’t going to work, but I not confident that it won’t help. I mentally scream in annoyance.

Not getting anywhere with this I begin to just act on emotion, the Althaen are nearby and I hate them. So I start walking towards their camp, it’s only a few blocks away.

I can still feel hatred and self-loathing. I can’t get angry or feel any sort of pride or confidence but affection and lust are still here. I think, though my doubts to the matter are equal to it being the opposite.

My stomach growls but I don’t have any desire for a kind of food. I pass by restaurants and stores but feel nothing for what they once sold and is there for the taking.

I want to eat but nothing I see seems good. I will just eat the food of the Althaen. So that they cannot have it and will suffer. I’m not sure if my thoughts are healthy or not but they are driving me.

Rain begins to pour down from the heavens as I reach the front gate of the Althaen camp. I completely doubt any of this is going to work but I will destroy them and consume everything of theirs so they can’t have it. They have ruined my life so I will ruin theirs.

I reach up to the sky and the lightning flashing in the clouds finds direction. Screams ring out and I find joy but no pride as bolt after bolt slam into sentries.

Alarms ring out but I doubt they mean anything or if any will respond. My hatred needs answered anyways, or does it?

A volley of arrows are launched at me but I doubt any can hit me. Oddly enough none do.

Lightning continues to slaughter soldiers as I slowly walk forwards, I can’t tell if this is enough to get their leaders to come forth so I make my lightning storm a duration.

My thoughts end and I begin to just lash out at everything I can. Waves of fire and death join the lightning to the point where every building is collapsing or burning, at least I would think so if my thoughts still flowed.

Time shifts and I run forwards to slam into a soldier I remember personally, Soup Fetcher. It might have been terror in his visage.

As the light dims in his eyes I speak a single word as a command.

“Kill.”

The corpse of Soup Fetcher stands back up after I let him fall to the ground. There does not seem to be any light in his eyes now as he charges those who were once his allies.

I doubt he will last long but that is not what is important. I notice a few of those who may have been older nobles from my memories of this hellhole.

A sinister grin forms on my face as the last few bolts of lightning rain down to kill what may be the last of the soldiers.

There are only a few and none who I recognize beyond their clothes, or maybe I do? Cold hate wells up again as I throw a fire that just might burn flesh and soul at the few.

Their screams bring me joy until I hear a gunshot that goes through my leg. The wound closes but may not be healing correctly as I will it to be otherwise.

Another gunshot rings out but my doubts to being struck twice become reality, I am unsure if that saying is about bullets though . . .

A final bolt of lightning falls down on the rubble of a building. I feel for any life nearby but find none, though I may have done it wrong.

Panic and doubt begin to well up within me as worries of my possible failure to kill any of these Althaen and the uncertainty of my ability to get back to the others.

I run over to the building where there might be a storage of food which I begin to eat and destroy so the possible survivors of my wrath might not get it.

Once my hunger is sated I begin to simply destroy items so that the Althaen may not be able to use them. Logically I should be storing as much of this as I can but I feel no desire to possess anything, or maybe I do? I am not sure. Nothing drives me to cast aside the cold hate and the possibility that if I leave these the Althaen may get to use them.

Soon, there isn’t anything to break as my hatred demands, at least where I might have seen it. I may not be sure if what I did does anything but there is no more of my hate to drive me. At least that might be it.

My insecurities and doubts take over again and after running away from what might have been a danger to me I find myself falling backwards and maybe pain from my face.

I’m not sure if darkness came out of nowhere but my vision might have been lost and my other senses may have been lost by the same thing. . .