Fiction:Eschaton Prologue - Kalarah

Infernal Alliance
Nearly two months had passed since the awakening of the. The lava golems and monsters of Akriarion were preparing themselves for their attack on the main continent, but there was something in the way. The chimera attacked the island every time the Horde tried to traverse the sea, keeping them pinned and forcing them to retreat. It was almost as if they were being forced to wait until the time was right. Atrocius arrived to the island looking for the, but since then, this goal appeared to have been replaced with keeping the Vulcanus Horde caged on their own homeland. The pyromancer grew more and more impatient every day, being incapable to act because of the chimera's intervention.

In the distance, something could be seen on the horizon. It seemed like a dragon - a black dragon, which, behind it, was a trail of fog and shadow. It was Kalarah, astride his two headed dragon, on his way to the island. Atrocius, who circled the air around the Akriarion volcano, let out a breath of Void magic at the base of Xacutus' tower, clearing off all the Vulcanus men around it so that Kalarah could land there. The dragon landed on the ashen sands of Akriarion - it cleared the floor of the dust, causing it to rise in the air. The dragon he rode was of similar size to Atrocius itself. Kalarah was shrouded in black robes and armour, and in his left hand, was something spherical concealed within his clothing.

In front of Kalarah was the entrance of the tower, where he could see the staircase leading up to Xacutus' throne. At the sides, he could see the interior of the volcano itself, dominated by lakes annd waterfalls of lava. Dismounting his dragon, Kalarah's powerful, tall figure made its way into the pyromancer's tower. The extreme heat of the volcano was somewhat trivial to him, as Abyssus was of similar intensity at times. As he made his way up, Vulcanus men clang into the staircase, glaring and growling at his direction, but none of them made any effort to stop him. Following Kalarah, however was an aura of coldness. As if life around him was being drained. He looked at the Vulcanus men, smirking mockingly as he ascended the tower.

And as he arrived at the top of the staircase, Kalarah was met with a fiery axe being swung at his direction.


 * Xacutus - Die!

Kalarahs' fist swung against his axe; a loud booming sound, followed by a blast of shadows sent Xacutus to the floor. The pyromancer fell on his head before throwing himself back on his feet. He looked at Kalarah before letting out a maddened cackle which echoed through the chamber,


 * Xacutus - Should've swung harder. I won't commit that mistake again.
 * Exacutus - Hurt me a bit that. Strong fingers.

Kalarah stepped further forward, still holding the concealed object in his hand.


 * Kalarah - The time has come for you to leave this island, Xacutus.
 * Xacutus - I'd have already left but someone put their three-headed hydra at the exit! I bet that was you!

Kalarah laughed.


 * Kalarah - I do not control Atrocius, no. But no, I have come with tidings.
 * Xacutus - Get out of my volcano, you whatever the hell you are!
 * Exacutus - Can't you see we're busy trying to kill you?
 * Kalarah - Haha. I am Imperator Constantius Castus Matthias Laurentius, son of Matthias Castus Laurentius Julianus of House Castus, the royal family of the Orichalcum Elf Imperium. But you will call me Imperator Kalarah.
 * Xacutus - Orichalcum Elf...you don't look like an Orichalcum Elf.
 * Kalarah - The seas of the Chaosphere smiled upon me once I lead my people to our new land.

Xacutus, still with the Exacutus Vulcanus on his grasp, approached Kalarah. Towering over the Imperator, he circled him several times, sniffing the air around him.


 * Xacutus - Bah. You smell like a damn Lympharian. The stench of the Void is all over you.
 * Kalarah - And this is where I come with tidings. We are ready to march upon this land. He has arisen from his slumber and now leads us into the final war. 
 * Xacutus - And you want me to take part of this? Your god wanted me dead once. Why should I trust you?
 * Kalarah - Because...if you side with him, you will not be turned to ashes like the rest of His enemies.
 * Exacutus - Oh! Oh! Those are fighting words!
 * Xacutus - Idiotic! I will be one to turn the world into ash! I will be the one who will scorch all the land!

Behind his helm, Kalarah's face frowned. He held forward the object covered in robes, beginning to laugh cunningly.


 * Kalarah - I would have you plead for your life, Sea Giant.
 * Xacutus - I would have you scream in death, "Orichalcum Elf"!
 * Exacutus - Bad feeling. Not liking it. I'd suggest calming down and discussing it. Make a deal, maybe?
 * Xacutus - I fear no pointy eared elf!

Kalarah rose the object high, as a slight malignant echo rose in the room. Xacutus swung the Exacutus Vulcanus again, aiming at the object in Kalarah's hand. The impact of the axe upon the object caused an enormous explosion; throwing him back to the floor, Xacutus and his throne room was plagued by darkness and deafeningly loud mantra. Xacutus put his hands on his ear holes as his skull-like face contorted itself. The object in Kalarah's hand burned through the clothing as it seemed like an eye, of indescribably horrific origin and quality stared and spoke through Xacutus' soul. Blast of fire came out of Xacutus' ear holes and joints while he barred his teeth.

The light of the eye dimmed, as Kalarah then covered it again by the robes. The voices echoed out of the room, the darkness draining away like water drying upon rock. Xacutus panted and shook his head while smoke came out of his body.


 * Exacutus - I told you it was bad! But no, no one ever listens to me!
 * Xacutus - That...that was power...
 * Kalarah - As you see...there is no reason but to join Him.
 * Xacutus - Join...I will join Him, for the power. Power to burn the world down!
 * Kalarah - I see that you have seen reason. Good.
 * Xacutus - I will still kill you. But you die last! Now get out of my volcano! And take your dragon with you!

Kalarah scoffed, mocking the giant, before walking out. As he walked away, all the Imperator could hear was Xacutus' maddened cackling.