Gelugon, also known as Ice Demons or White Bugmen, are only found under the service of Mephistopheles. Native to the eighth circle of hell, Cania, they are well adapted to its frozen wastes and serve as the foot soldiers there. They are stronger than most other types of foot soldier available to the Infernal Host, skilled fighting with spear and shield while supporting each other with magic. They love to abuse their own immunity to magical coldness and often releasing cones of frost and storms of freezing rain over those engaged in melee against their kin. More intelligent than most other foot soldiers when the armies of Hell mix together they often will lead the other soldiers though they seem to prefer sticking to residents of Cania if they can. – Common Monsters

Raegaz

I smiled when I saw the manlings on the hill walking towards my line of infantry. They must have seen my forces somehow, there is no way the nine of them could defeat my army of a hundred.

Then the tallest of the manlings looks out over my forces and somehow, I can see the glints of someone using Infravision from him. He must be their leader and wish for parley.

Wise, I might have a use for them if I could make sure of their loyalty. Too bad rations are too low for that.

The man walks faster than the others of his group and his hand moves, a flash of heat blinds me as I hear one of my soldiers cry out in pain.

An attack? But how, he is hundreds of hand spans away? A flash of light tears my Infravision from me, it’s too bright and my eyes are pained as the blackness of night only broken by a purple line across my line of sight.

“Seven of them have mana, brother” I hear from my sister as the crack of lightning resounds through the air yet again.

“Damn them, seven mana users. Full advance!” I mutter and then shout. If I knew so many mages we’re going to be in the field I would have brought another battalion.

I follow my soldiers in the charge drawing upon my own mana as the voice of an angel comes down from where the manlings are echoing over the hill and woods. A tingle down my spine as I resist the idea of not bothering to defend myself as I approach.

I will not fall to your brash courage witch. I sidestep at the last second as another tingle in my skin tells me of an approaching spell. A bolt of blackness invisible in the night air rushes past me and slams into another soldier before releasing a burst of red-purple light.

Shit, as if an evoker and enchanter working together wasn’t enough they have a necromancer too.

The taller male ceases to blast the ranks with lightning to do something to the thing in his hand. Is that some sort of hand crossbow? Another weapon to make sure I end up with after the battle.

Then just before the soldiers in front of me reach him, the howl of a wolf pierces through the air. In the half of a second where in my soldiers were distracted a silver wolf made of glowing light tears them apart with a claw.

I glance behind me to see if my sister will take care of it but do not see her. Fine, just keep disappearing when things get dangerous.

I move past the glowing wolf as it moves to real havoc on my infantry but they will survive. I thrust my thin spear at the strangely muscular mage only to have him sidestep.

Since when did mages capable of so much lightning learn to dodge? A spear appears in his hand and it is used in a clumsy attempt to cut my arm.

I almost cannot help but chuckle at the lack of skill. Just like a mage, powerful magic but a lack of skill in even basic weaponry.

With a smirk, I make a sweep with the shaft of my spear to trip, one he dodges by backsteping. A fatal mistake as my spear is longer than the one he holds, and as quickly as possible I take advantage of my greater reach.

A pain bursts forth from the right side of my chest. I look down to see a spearhead piercing through my chest and the thin but enchanted leather torn.

The man before me twists the spear and I glance at it in confusion as the spear no longer has a tip, the spear just ends after some of the shaft.

Pain erupts yet again and I lash out at the foe behind me only to find that there was no such foe. That ever so short of a distraction left an opening and the human let go of the spear shaft and rushed inside of the reach of my spear.

A almost light strike to my chest sends spasms across my body and pain pulses down my left arm. There is a clatter of a spear falling to the ground, my spear. If I knew there was such a master of magic here I would have never opposed his travel.

The sounds of my warriors falling to the same fate as me brings no comfort. I do not want to die, and there is only one way to do that now; pretend to be dead and pray that an ally rescues you.

Adrian

I push the strange humanoid after trying to force a heart attack on him through the manipulation of Life. Since he fell down I think it is working, it should not have been an instant kill. You can go for a bit without blood flow but I don’t have time to mess around and confirm his death, as much as I would like to figure out just what race he was.

I have to clear a path for the others to follow behind, too many to just kill them all. Or could we? No it wouldn’t be safe, we have non-combatants.

At least the few right next to me and whoever that spearman was fled from me. I wonder if Abagail can create a fear effect in them with her singing?

I ditch the spear broken by my attempt at shortening space between the spearman and me. It worked and I struck him from behind through space but the shaft broke when I twisted it.

I have some bullets left still so I return to using my pistol, and twisting reality through Spatial Aim to make sure to strike the heads of the orcs and hobgoblins. Anything less will not kill them.

I manage to make a few quick steps forward before my way gets blocked though only by a pair of orcs. A problem easily solved with a cone of fire.

Just move forward and keep everyone following, no problem.

Raegaz

Not but a moment after I fell to the tall man, his allies pass by me. I still feel pain, though my body is going numb as I feel as if I were holding my breath though I am not.

The horn of retreat sounds, and my army will be congregating on it now. It is too early for it to have been called for, the engagement has been for but a few minutes.

I try to glance around but my cooling body refuses to answer. I can only wait as I slowly die, having no strength to act on my own.

The sounds of combat drift away, if it is that the mage and his followers have moved on or that my stilled blood no longer brings life to my ears I know not; not until I see the only face I would still recognize in its blurred state.

I attempt to speak and call out her name, but all I can see is blurred movement before a pain like none I have felt before bursts forth from somewhere that was not numbed by whatever that mage did to me.

I hear the pulse of life start once more and I blink, there is a smile of my sister’s face. Not one of care or the familial love we hold but one of victory and conquest.

A scream of pain echoes through my mind but not the tiniest part passes through my mouth, something is happening to me. Not my body but me, the lips of my sister move and I feel less.

Raena

I can barely keep calm enough to hold my spell as I watch the life dim from my rapist 'brother's' eyes even as his body is repaired at the cost of my own. A price I am all to willing to spend.

Years of playing the obedient little sister, always joining in on his plans to aid him. Never letting him know just what was in father’s books. Never being too helpful but not making myself dispensable either.

I can see the soul of my brother, the essence of who he is. The magic of body theft and soul eating ripping him to raw soulstuff and insight. Everything I need to take everything of his as he took everything of mine.

I won’t let anything happen to me again, I will take his life for my own and, and what?

As I feel the strength and insight of my 'brother' trickle into me and think of just what to do with his army and wealth I frown.

I don’t want to be a warlord, I don’t want to do any of the things he did. Destroying him forever should be enough for me, but it isn’t.

I have nothing, he will be nothing. What should I do? Thank the mage? Maybe, he killed Raegaz.

But he is a man, and men are all nothing but violent pigs. Sex, kill and eat are all they ever do. I don’t want to be that.

I pull the obsidian dagger out of his chest and plunge it into the heart of my own.

What was I thinking, swapping bodies with a male. I spit on him as the flow of life force reverses. His now repaired and working body’s life strengthening my own.

Our infernal blood trickling to the ground mingles as it seeps into the dry earth. The night seems darker for an instant as a shadowy man walks to the center of my vision, and I know what this Shadow Man is.

Everything is silent, the world has stopped. All for this shadow, he wants to tempt me, make a deal with him for power. Not a moment passes before it’s deep enchanting voice enters my ears.

“Do you want power?”

I almost speak 'yes' before I stop myself, I will not give into my blood.

“Leave me, the bloodline of House Raenauth will not follow the path of Infernalism anymore.” I command with as much force as I can muster.

The shadow laughs, and taps his finger on the obsidian dagger lodged in my chest “You do not have the authority to say that Alu Fiend. You will follow becau. . .”

“Begone, I am the last member of the house. I have control of the contracts made by the house, if I want your power I would have called on those.”

The Shadow Man smiles before fading away into the darkness of this cloudy night as time resumes and I turn to the soldiers of my brother's army who smile at seeing me near the dead body of my sibling.

A grin is on their faces and lust in their eyes. The disgusting creatures start to say something about showing me just my place is. I will not let them live, they are like my brother they deserve to die too.