Lord of Death

In the distant battlefield, soldiers of Agnaum valiantly fight against the hordes of abyss demons who sacked the port of Jed's Landing. Whittham expertly dispatches them with nearly minimal effort. Sirena tears up the backline of the demon army with methodical hit and run tactics. Jervaintus is still toying with the great fire demon, smearing him with obscenities and taunts, trying to get him riled up.

Jervaintus is leading the demon closer and closer to the shore. He goes inside the nearly undamaged lighthouse, he runs towards the top as the demon's flames soon ignite it from the bottom going up.

"You will not hide from me, miserable insect!" The demon roars.

Jervaintus leaps up from the top and dives with his sword aiming at the demon's chest. The demon tries to block him but Jervaintus channels the power of the sword and it causes a huge hole in the demon's hand and he embeds the sword deep into his chest. The demon falls and passes out from the mind shattering pain the sword inflicts. They both fall into the sea. The demon's fires may have died out but the shores quickly boil from it. Seeing this, the soldiers' valor becomes renewed as they push back the abyss demons and force them to a retreat. Sirena rushes to the shore and sees Jervaintus walking with a smile on his face, and some several burns. Whittham approaches them and asks him,

"So, how was it?" He places his hand on Jervaintus' shoulder proudly.

"Wherever you got these material from, I want to know." They both share a laugh.

The celebrations comes to a halt however, as a soldier shouts from a distance,

"My lord, Whittham, the demons are regrouping!"

They quickly turn to the direction of the mountains to the south. Another ravenous horde of abyss demons are making their way here. Whittham orders the soldiers to take into a defensive position. Jervaintus confidently stays in front of the shield wall almost looking like he's beckoning for them to get here faster.

Shrieks echo throughout the air, piercing the soldiers' hearts with fear. Whittham's commanding aura holds them firm as the demons fast approach them. One of the mountains shatter to reveal a colossal horse made of shadow and its rider, a headless knight who wields a mighty scythe. The weapon "sings" with the voice of the souls of its victims. The spirit warns Jervaintus,

"I sense a great power within this one. No doubt he is one of the remaining lords of the Abyss." she tells him.

"Good." Jervaintus approaches the vast demonic force.

The knight removes his hood, his face is pitch black as his soul. He points his fingers to Jervaintus and in a commanding tone,

"I sense the power of the Lord of Shadow residing inside you. You are his killer…are you not?" The being speaks.

"Yes. Also, can you talk faster, you old man." Jervaintus rolls his eyes.

"Mind your tongue, mortal. I am Danimus, the Abyss Demon Lord of Death. You have slain my brother thus, I have come for your head." The being now aims the scythe towards him.

"Why didn't you say so…" He gets it now.

A rifleman attempts a cheap shot at the demon lord. The bullet flies through his head. The demon lord towards the man and two flying demons resembling gargoyles rip the soldier from the ground and proceed to tear him apart in the air. He turns back to Jervaintus,

"When you die, I shall personally make sure you stay in the Abyss and rot for all eternity." Danimus threatens him.

"I wonder…if I kill you, do I get your powers?" He wonders.

"Now's not the time to get cocky, boy." The spirit says in his head.

"Your lust for power shall be the death of you, human. Even if you could manage to pull out a miracle and defeat me, the last lord will see to it that you suffer for your crimes." The demon lord riles up his mount.

"Man, would you shut up and fight?" Jervaintus helps himself and slices the horse at the legs, causing the lord of the death to fall off.

The demons charge at Jervaintus in retaliation. He gets a joy ride and maneuvers his way back into the shield wall where the Agnaum soldiers fight once more. The demons who serve the lord of death are much more aggressive, with no regard for everything including themselves. They fight with such ferocity, the shield wall starts to slowly break. Flying horrors of the sky start terrorizing the backline of the soldiers as they pick off lone riflemen into the air and drop them from hundreds of feet in the air. Whittham surveys their situation and notices he made a rare yet grave mistake. The forces are situated between the shore and the demons. They are slowly being flanked and are sustaining heavy casualties. His thought gets interrupted as Sirena and Jervaintus snipe off one of the flying demons that tried to get him.

"Any plans, your highness?" Jervaintus asks.

"Can you buy me some time? We need to retreat and regroup with reinforcements." Whittham grabs something from his satchel.

"Sure thing, boss." He excitedly rushes off to one side.

"Sirena, I need you to get those fliers off of these." He shows her a couple of mechanical birds with messages attached to them.

"What is that?" She examines them closer.

"These are our only hopes to getting reinforcements." He sends the birds to different directions, one to the city of Pirhya and the other to Valorfell.

"Consider it done." She gets a rifle from Whittham and snipes the flying demons from afar.

The battle lasts for several hours and thanks to Jervaintus, he keeps the humans in the fight. The demon lord looks on from the hill, analyzing each little movement the Abyss Walker makes as more demons emerge from a singular portal behind him. Jervaintus' stamina never falters throughout the ordeal as he simply becomes faster as he slays more demons. This gives him an idea. He channels the lord of shadow's powers and slam onto the ground, a huge shadow rift opens beneath the ground where the demons stand and sets of huge, skeletal hands drag the many of the demons into the void. This angers Danimus greatly as he sees the knight smirk at him, as if taunting him. The demon lord snaps his fingers and bigger demons wearing heavy armor begin to emerge from the portal. Their intimidating size worries the exhausted and despair-filled soldiers. Whittham rallies them once more,

"Proud soldiers of Agnaum! Do not give in to despair. Our brothers from the city and from Hozran shall come to our aid and we need only to give them more time! I ask that you stand your ground, for if we lose, humanity shall fall! After this day, we can proudly say that we fought death and prevailed here! For our fallen brothers and for the world of Myreia!" He raises his blade.

The soldiers let out a fierce battlecry that even stuns the demons but they still charge forward. One of them instantly gets stabbed by a flying Jervaintus, his eyes glow as he moves through them. One of the demon swings an axe at him but he uses his shadow abilities so it goes through without touching him. He gets a piggy back ride, stabbing his sword through the demon and exerts his control over him.

Danimus finally inserts himself into the battle and gets a hit on Jervaintus, slashing him on the back. He retaliates with a strong dropkick which causes the demon lord to fall off his horse. The two square off against each other. The demons surround them so they cut off Jervaintus from getting help. The soldiers try their best to break the formation but the demons hold their ground. Their thick skin barely grazed by their sword, spear and bullets.

Jervaintus waves his sword, testing the demon's scythe,

"Are you that upset over me brutally murdering your brother for killing me?" He holds in his laughter.

"You signed your deathwish the moment disrupted the balance of my realm." He takes his scythe and sweeps at Jervaintus.

He dodges a scythe but soons finds out when he turns that both ends have blades and nearly gets slashed in the face. He tries to step back but a demon pushes him forward into another scythe swing. Jervaintus uses the sword to block. They continue dueling each other but they prove to be equal in almost every regard and it results in multiple stalements. The demons are slowly regaining the numbers advantage as they come in the hundreds and slowly push them back into the seas. The battle seems to be lost…until a war horn sounds in the distance.