by Phoenix in the Ashes » Saturday 21 January 2006 7:11:15am
"Ar'garotha is coming for his prey," said Slasher.
"Er... there isn't an off-chance that the prey isn't us, is there?"
"Don't worry, elf man," he said.
"I am your senior, you know," Stan grumbled.
"No you aren't," Slasher replied, and eyeballed Stan. "There are none I am inferior to any longer, I'm afraid."
"Ooookay," Stan looked at him puzzled for a few seconds, then galanced away.
It was all dark. Everywhere.
And the darkness could not simply be an absence of light either, for no light could ever come here. In this dimension this was light.
"Stan, you'd better head off," Slasher said.
"Oh, thank you for your permission, great master..." He rolled him eyes.
"I am kind if you take the time to notice," Slasher acknowledged, ignoring the sarcasm.
"Ahem..." said Stan. "And how do you propose I leave?"
Slasher looked at him irritably.
"Oh, yes..."
Slasher flung out a hand and summoned the darkness to collapse, and poured in the New Light.
With his resolve stronger than ever, his magic poured out, pure and untainted. It was Magic. The power itself.
It was the creation.
It was the last thing Stan saw before he was plucked back into the world, where he would have appeared moments before had it not been for the call of the Demon.
Stan was back in the cave, standing next to Keshia and Remmy.
Slasher was in the other dimension, where light was the absence of darkness.
There he stood, silently.
Slasher was waiting for the Call.
The Call of Ar'garotha was not ignored.
Not by a wizard.
It was the Call of Death.