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(Looking for a protagonist, or possibly a co-antagonist)

The Marquess walked slowly through the night in the large field. As the sage grass waved at his feet in the wind, his cloak flicked behind him. The daunting eyes, the silver and red gaze pierced into the night as he walked slowly over the hill, in his wake, a town burned into the night without a single scream or cry for help. He raised his hand, a dark wyvern fell from the sky, landing beside him with the rider clad in golden armor. The Marquess simply smiled to him, tilting his head, the rider replying to the gesture, "This one is decimated, there were no survivors, that we are sure of...". The Marquess nodded, swiping his arm over the air as he faded in a dark smoke, destruction in his wake, the spark of rebellion on the horizon to stop the dark figure from destroying mankind.

Crystal walked through the woods watching the town burn . " I knew someone would have to do that sometime " she smiles lightly laughing as she uses her illusion powers to make it look like her hair is on fire." I love being Cerberus the three headed dog that guards the underworld and has Satan as her master"

Laus appeared in the back of his throne room, walking forth and slumping into his throne, eyes closed as he sighed quietly. "Why don't they learn to just submit...Making me bother with having to intimidate them into joining my armies...", his eyes lit up as he saw a man walking into the throne room and kneeling. "Sire..we have reports, that a girl was seen near the village. She wasn't a native, but she seemed to be..amused by your efforts.", Laus stood up with a tilted head, nodding as he nibbled his lip, "Get my wyvern.."

Crystal kept walking through the woods wanting to go back to the underworld and guard but then she would get yelled at " I thought someone would've seen me by now , I really need to send some people to hell."

The night sky hid several surprises. Above the dark clouds soared a group of a hundred wyverns, the personal guard to the Marquess as he peered over to his captain, the man nodded and gestured downwards. The faded into a dark smoke, appearing behind the girl on the ground as the wyverns circled overhead, out of view. "Evening.."

" Oh yes the wonderful people who helped me send some souls to hell " she smiled , turning around her eys glowing red . " How long does it take you to see me?"

His grin widened slowly as he gave her a nod, "I know another of your kind, he is pleased at the increase in business for you guys..", Laus stepped closer, "We can see those who are from hell, part of employing one of your princes."

" My kind has only one and that is me Satan is my master and I am his guard dog " she looks at him as her eyes turn blood red " I am the gatekeeper of hell , the three headed dog Cerberus or my human name Crystal "

He grinned, leaning against a tree as his eyes looked over her, "I suppose that gives you some sort of power?", his mismatched eyes gazed over her, "Heh.."

" It depends " she touched her necklace as it turns into a spiked collar " I'm Crystal but my friends call me Killer" she smiles opening her hand as a flame appears.

The short fuzzy faced Wabbaloq peered out of the tree. He had been traveling threw these lands selling his medicine and explosive powders. But this, a Wabbaloq surely had never been witness to such destruction. His little heart was pounding almost right out of his chest. Watching the kind and gentle people of this village burned alive after they had been so accommodating to him and his sales. He had to find help, their were giant flying lizards and demon ladies with fire powers for the love of Wabba! There was no way he would stand a chance with his small powder bombs.

He jumped down from the tree, bag on his little fuzzy shoulder and took off in a full on sprint to the nearest village. He prayed there would be someone, anyone there who could avenge these kind folk, or at least protect his fluffy hide.

The village of Sidhelm was teeming with activity, the villagers blissfully unaware of the chaos that was ensuing in the west. Alkilai was sitting casually near the gate of the town, watching as the clear sky overhead suddenly filled with darkening clouds. As if that wasn't enough of an omen, the sound of a panting hit his ears as he turned towards the entrance of the gate and saw a small Wabbaloq frantically rush into the village, clearly distraught.

Piiro's fuzzy feet ached as he finally discovered the entrance to this bustling village just as the sun began to set. His eyes jumped to a man sitting before the gate, "Please..." He panted, "Fire, village, evil."

The little Wabbaloq collapsed, still conscious, he tried to catch his breathe. If either the lizard rider or the demon lady had seen him escape they wouldn't be far behind.

Alkilai was somewhat puzzled by the Wabbaloq's desperate plea, however he managed to piece together that something was going down near the next village over. He looked up and through the gate in the direction he had come from and saw a faint but ominous flashing coming from the forest. He looked back down at the creature, who still looked nowhere near composed, and pondered whether he should aid him or not. The matter was not of his concern after all, he could've just as easily pleaded to someone else, but as he looked back at the forest, he felt his heart tighten and his knees buckle, as if part of him knew what awaited him in there, and he knew which part. He sighed, somewhat annoyed.
"Fine... let's go." He finally replied as he made his way through the gate.