The high born celestial was harder to handle than Ieridenth had ever anticipated. It was easy to see why he was cast out and put in this place; he was a violent, arrogant, and mouthy being with a propensity to wish death on any who disagreed with him. Ieridenth had to break up so many arguments, so many fights, and now, near death. It was cumbersome to say the least.
Satisfied he had put the issue to rest, Ieridenth went into his room and closed the door behind him. He thumbed through his books, to no avail. What he needed was not there. He closed his eyes and left his body. It was a skill none of the Fallen Fallen knew he had, and he wasn't going to share. It was a bit of a cross between Astral Projection and physically being there.It was very little energy for him to project himself, but if he wanted something...
Ieridenth whipped into the Crawling City, his projection unseen by the denizens who stood making plans and deals. He went into the home of the General, into the library he knew was there. He sought through the tomes at his leisure until stumbling across the leather-bound spine bearing the words, "Celestial Brutes of the Planes of Elysium." Ieridenth looked around his projection. He was alone in the room.
He incanted yet another spell that brought him some measure of physicality, and conjured his bag of invisibility. Deftly he whisked the book off the shelf and into the bag, all while the body sitting far away in the cavern was sweating with concentration. He was losing energy fast, and so Ieridenth worked his projection out of the General's home, flew through the city's moving streets.
Ieridenth let out a loud exhale of breath as the tome slid from the bag into his hands. He smiled, wiping the sweat from his forehead and cracked open the book. 'Dedicated to the brothers and sisters we have lost to the bloodthirsty and self-righteous cravings of the Celestials. May their fall be far and their deaths be painful.' He let out a chuckle and turned to the contents, his eyes finally seeing what he was looking for:
'Chapter 7: Guardinals and Their Uses'
Accepting Insults
Velentham laid in the cavernous home of the Fallen Fallen with calculating eyes. The men that came in were jovial enough, and most seemed willing to share with him whatever bounty they came across. As unbelievable as it was, this hellish place had cities tucked away, populated by demons. The Fallen Fallen would go out in droves, catch wealthy demons unawares, slay them and take their money, trinkets, and gems. They added them to the hoard and used them to barter with higher demons later.
"Ey, lad," Gurk called, shuffling into the cavern. "Thinkin' ya might take a shinin' ta fixin up yourn leg and joinin us next time?"
"Ya got yer magic, fix it already, bloody hell," joined Rourke.
"I don't feel like it," said Velentham.
"Right princess, this un," Gurk said with a snort.
"Watch your tongue," Velentham hissed.
"Or what? You'll actually get up n' do somethin' fer a change?"
Velentham began to chant. In his eyes, the entire cavern was the color of milk in water, the bodies of the men inside showed as dark, like shadows. It was the way he saw evil, a way that enabled him to see in any light, to target, to hunt. He could feel the massive voltage growing, traveling his limbs to his hand held aloft. He could feel the tips of his fingers beginning to tingle with restrained energy, then he let it go.
The white hot light shot through the space and suddenly vanished. Velentham snarled as he jerked his eyes over to Ieridenth. 'The swaggering idiot,' Velentham thought.
"That's no way to treat your hosts," Ieridenth smirked. "And you, Gurk, watch your mouth. Our guest is healing."
"Guest my bald arse," he snapped. "He tried ta kill me he did."
"You deserved it," Ieridenth grinned.
"Son of hell," Gurk cursed.
"Friend," Ieridenth said, walking to Velentham, "You have to excuse Gurk. Sometimes we don't get along down in this pit, but if we always flung lightning there'd not be enough of us to go around."
Velentham glared at Ieridenth, who looked the color of a shadow in the milky whiteness. He knew he was dealing with beings just as twisted as those in Heifong, the only difference was that now he saw them as they were. He closed his eyes with a grumble and shoved his ire with Gurk from his mind.
"Ey, lad," Gurk called, shuffling into the cavern. "Thinkin' ya might take a shinin' ta fixin up yourn leg and joinin us next time?"
"Ya got yer magic, fix it already, bloody hell," joined Rourke.
"I don't feel like it," said Velentham.
"Right princess, this un," Gurk said with a snort.
"Watch your tongue," Velentham hissed.
"Or what? You'll actually get up n' do somethin' fer a change?"
Velentham began to chant. In his eyes, the entire cavern was the color of milk in water, the bodies of the men inside showed as dark, like shadows. It was the way he saw evil, a way that enabled him to see in any light, to target, to hunt. He could feel the massive voltage growing, traveling his limbs to his hand held aloft. He could feel the tips of his fingers beginning to tingle with restrained energy, then he let it go.
The white hot light shot through the space and suddenly vanished. Velentham snarled as he jerked his eyes over to Ieridenth. 'The swaggering idiot,' Velentham thought.
"That's no way to treat your hosts," Ieridenth smirked. "And you, Gurk, watch your mouth. Our guest is healing."
"Guest my bald arse," he snapped. "He tried ta kill me he did."
"You deserved it," Ieridenth grinned.
"Son of hell," Gurk cursed.
"Friend," Ieridenth said, walking to Velentham, "You have to excuse Gurk. Sometimes we don't get along down in this pit, but if we always flung lightning there'd not be enough of us to go around."
Velentham glared at Ieridenth, who looked the color of a shadow in the milky whiteness. He knew he was dealing with beings just as twisted as those in Heifong, the only difference was that now he saw them as they were. He closed his eyes with a grumble and shoved his ire with Gurk from his mind.
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