The last of the merchants made their way down the streets and into their respective houses. An assassin tiptoes along the rooftops, scouting out his next victim; a fat man by the name of Menzo Barsolis. Whoever had hired the assassin had been wronged by this fat man, and so he would die.
As silent as death, the assassin closed in on his target, peering over the edge of the roof at the target. The air seemed heavy, and a strange electric haze seemed to be crackling all around. The assassin passed it off as simple adrenaline, anticipating his kill. He slid the blackened steel dagger from a sheath on his hip, as quiet as a light snowfall.
Without hesitating, the assassin dropped from the rooftop, raising the dagger with deadly accuracy.
Everything went dark for a moment, and the assassin could not breathe. When the obsidian haze finally cleared, he spotted a shadow descending upon him. It spoke in tongues he could not understand, and it's voice sounded of shrilling octaves and hellish pitches, chilling his soul.
The sky above him began to twist and turn, and the very heavens appeared to be cracking at the seams. The night sky lit up as a pillar of light struck the ground before them, ripping a hole in the very fabric of existence. He had heard tales of these things, but knew nothing of them; thought them to be simple rumors.. After all, they had only been happening in the far reaches of civilization.
The rift opened, and a gravitational force began to churn around it, tearing pieces of structures away. An aura hummed about it, taking the shape of a deadly tornado. Cobble stone lifted from beneath it, and the ground appeared to be glowing a strange, sickly green-blue.
A demonic, gnarled foot slammed onto the ground from it, sending a shockwave in all directions. The assassin was blown through the wall, and the large spike finally came into view... In all the time it took for his brain to conceive of his surroundings, he had been impaled by a shard of rock from the rift's base.
The demon's gnarled visage twisted in agony, releasing a frightening roar into the night air. It's eyes burned like molten cores, piercing through the night. Tattered wings spread and flexed, threatening to take flight. The beast's body writhed and twisted, and the clinking of the chains which lined it's cracking skin began to pull and retract. Muscles rippled beneath it's flesh, up it's legs and down it's arms. It gripped two obsidian war saws, serrated from tip to hilt.
And that was only the first.
Smaller, red and black imps skittered from out of the rift, cackling and snorting. They ran off in all directions, grabbing kicking and screaming pilgrims and dragging them back into their plane.
The previous demon began to walk towards the assassin, only to be suddenly crushed by an even more monstrous hoof. It lifted, leaving a bloodied and burning skeleton of the once-living creature. Through the rift, a form suddenly appeared.
The sky darkened into a sick crimson, and the monstrous behemoth from the demonic plane beyond stepped through. It had no name, as hollow as the holes in it's skull where it's eyes once were. It's gaping maw showed rows of bloody, jagged teeth. Horns twisted in all directions, piercing in and out of it's hairless head. It's massive shoulders flexed corded muscles beneath it's scarred flesh. It wore black, bladed armor, bearing an insignia of a devil's visage impaled with dozens of blades and axes.
This giant demon towered over the buildings around it, and each step it took left behind fiery embers. The city's militia had finally descended upon the rift, combating the vile imps and saving some of the city's people.
A couple of the militia turned to run, only to be intercepted by shrieking bat-like creatures from above. They phased in and out of existence, seeming to be caught between planes. Their gnarled claws gripped and lifted these cowards from the ground, carrying them high into the air only to be dropped a hundred feet to their deaths.
The behemoth raised it's massive bloody battle axe, cutting a swath through the militia's ranks with ease. Arrows streaked through the skies, bouncing off of the demon's carapace. One brave man stepped up and swung his longsword at the demon's ankle. A loud "CHING" rang throughout the air, and what sounded to be a sick, throaty laugh erupted from within the creature's huge chest.
It raised the barbed pommel of it's battle axe and mashed the poor soldier into the ground. The cracking of bones and grinding of flesh sent the rest of the militia in a mad sprawl to escape the demon's long reach.
A piercing white light streaked through the night, and the demon let out a shrill and bloody roar as a shock wave hit it directly into the chest. A sparking, fiery bolt sizzled off of it's hide, and the very impact of the attack caused the demon to stumble. It's hollow visage twisted in the direction of the bolt, spotting the culprit.
A lone man stood amidst the chaos around him. A cowl pulled over his face clouded his features in darkness, ruffling the cloak about his body in the wind. It pulled aside only long enough to reveal the leather straps lining his slender form. Two daggers lie within sheaths at his torso, and twin swords in their respective scabbards on his hips. Another assassin, perhaps?
The demon let out another cursed cackle, and took a daring step forward, rocking the earth beneath. The man held firm. The demon leaned forward, letting out an earsplitting roar, kicking up a musty, hot wind, kicking up the new assassin's cowl and revealing his face.
His once-closed eyes suddenly opened, clouded with a glowing hue of blue. He charged forward, hands on the hilts of his blades. The demon reared back and brought it's battle axe down in a brutal chop, aimed right for the assassin.
With blinding speed, the man appeared to phase out of existence momentarily, and a faded image of his person surged forward in a flash. An electrical haze overtook his form as he came back into reality, and his blades were suddenly in his hands.
The demon took a step backward as the riftstalker leapt into the air, closing the gap between them with lightning speed. His blades crossed, blurring into motion. Just as the riftstalker's booted feet came into contact with the demon's chest, a blinding darting of pokes and slashes had cut up the demon's hollowed visage, leaving bloody swaths throughout it's face.
A blade dancer?
How could one man possess these deadly arts? The demon had to react. It's free hand whipped up in an attempt to grasp the now falling riftstalker/blade dancer, but an aura crackled around him as his body faded from physical existence. The demon lost sight of it's opponent.
It was too late... Before the demon knew what had happened, it felt the pressure of the man's form on it's shoulders. Crossing blades tore through the demon's skull, rending brain and bone from it's neck.
For a moment, all was silent... Time seemed to stand still at the heed of the man's prowess... Droplets of blood hung in midair, breaking away from the gout of gore spraying from the demon's neck. Onlookers held their breath in amazement at such a feat. And just like that, time returned to motion, and the behemoth fell. The earth shook under the impact of it's giant form, throwing out dust in all directions.
The last thing the impaled assassin ever saw.
A riftstalker's soul melded with that of a blade dancer.
From there, a whirring of blades cut through the lesser demon ranks, and the battle was soon brought against the rift. Though the casualties were severe, the lone man had successfully fought back the horde of demons. And as the rift closed, the man disappeared within it's depths...
...To finish the fight.
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