In order to return, the fallen angel had been forced to delve into the darkest magics that she possessed, as well as accessing the information that she had been granted by a recently found book. The Tome Of Glory, it was called and its knowledge had imparted her the wisdom required to take on the enormous task that lay before herself and those few that she had asked to accompany her. It would have been selfish of her to take this mission on alone, knowing full well that she was not the only one who had scores to settle with the angels. No, there were others who had been sinned, those who were closest to her. Would she call those around her a new family? Well, perhaps but as the group approached the large portal that the witch had painstakingly created, that was honestly not the kind of thought that was at the forefront of her mind. Today, she needed to harness all of her power, all of her hate and all of her desire to destroy. There was no other option that was acceptable.
The portal itself was large, three to four times the height of the average person and the same in width. A multi coloured road could be seen inside the gateway, leading to an angelic looking castle made entirely of angelic magic and yet, it did not look angelic anymore. The corruption had seen to that and the once holy golden colour was now tainted with black and darkest purple. The colours of darkness and more importantly, the banner colours of Medeia herself. She had been the first angel in her sect to ever rebel against her kind and for that, she had been cast out. Yet, the mark that she had left upon her kind remained and if the castle was anything to go by, it had spread greatly. Would they have come after her so strongly if they were still truly Holy? No, they would have simply left her be and accepted things as they were. More than that, they would have stuck to the agreement that Medeia had made with her father, when she defeated him in battle. It should have all ended there but no. Now her brother was on the throne, a being that was as arrogant as could be, obsessed with nothing but pride and his own ego.
Walking just behind the witch was Armina, Medeia’s loyal maid and oldest companion. Her expression lacked its usual joyfulness and she instead looked even more grim than Medeia. She knew as well as her mistress as to the difficulty of the task at hand and the hatred that lurked within the purple haired woman was deep. Her own memories plagued her endlessly and the encounter that she and Medeia had with Scrooge and his spirits had only brought them back to the surface. His spirits had broken through her mental defences and brought back her horrible experiences with the males of the sect. With her mistress banished, she had been the one that the most cruel angels had decided to punish instead, forcing her to take part in acts that were unspeakable. She wanted vengeance and for once, her mind was set firmly on the task at hand rather than making flirty comments towards the other pretty woman that was accompanying the duo.
At first, Medeia had been unsure as to who to ask to accompany herself and her maid on this most dangerous and possibly reckless escapade. Truthfully, there were few mages that she knew and trusted enough to ask on such an endeavor but in the end, she had not gone to her own guild for aid but instead the coven that she had become affiliated with. They shared the duo’s hatred for angelic beings, having been set against them for centuries in what seemed to be an endless war. That had been the factor which had eventually caused her to reach out though and much to her delight, Temperance, her fellow witch and former mentee had agreed to help. Medeia knew the strength of the thief, having seen it first hand more than once and was more than confident that she could hold her own. She would have to be at her best here, as the only other result was a first class trip to Hell, a place that Medeia had encountered herself and not one that she would like to visit again too soon nor wished for her ally.
Coming to a halt just before the portal, Medeia would stop and turn to the other women, a rather no nonsense look on her face. “Well, here we are. The gateway to where Armina and I once called home. Do not expect any mercy or restraint from the beings that we find here, as I can assure you that they will attack first and not ask questions at all. As far as they are concerned, we are simply insects that need to be eradicated. We must treat them in the same way in order to survive. Our sect was once holy but they have now been stained by corruption and have become greedy and prideful, rage filled and fearful. There is only one way for this to end, with the annihilation of that castle that can be seen through the portal and my brother’s head on a plate. Only then will it be finished. If any of you wish to turn back then do so now. I will not think any less of you but know this, I cannot guarantee a way back once we go through.”
Armina simply drew her axe and replied grimly, “Mistress. They treated my body like their own personal toy and the only person that I will ever allow to do that to me again is you. I want them as much as you do. Lead the way.”
A ghost of a smile crossed Medeia’s face and with a nod, she then turned to Temperance and her spunky exceed, Hex. “Are you two prepared for this? I know that you are both strong and we are going to need every drop of strength that we all have in order to survive.”
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