The Demons of the Elements and the Wrath of Marzul

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This is yet another story from yours truly, powerent. It's about...well, just take a look. The Ages described are: Beginning, Knowledge, Truth, War, Pain, and Control. They are chronological from farthest to most recent, respectively.

 

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Prologue: The Depths of Creation

 

Age of Beginning

 

 

 

The fog in the chamber encased Marzul as he fine-tuned the beasts of his creation. They would be given life, as well as the order not to betray their creator, under any circumstances. He forgot to give them the thought that Marzul was their creator, and not someone else. It hardly mattered in the short term. Marzul was unlike any other creature. He had thirteen tentacles, each with three knives on the end. His head was shaped like an imp's, with large horns protruding slightly above his sensitive, pointed ears. He was a dark blue, which spoke of death and power in the Age of the Beginning.

 

 

 

His creations were oddly shaped for the time. Unlike the flowing bodies that floated and were almost weightless, these brutes were made of other-world crystal. Shards jutted out of the arms and legs. Odd organs that sprouted the shards were on the shoulders. The things had two arms and two legs, a thick torso, a large, armored neck, and heads that looked like a hexagon that got crushed in the middle, making them long vertically and slightly narrow. They had a feeling of strength, pure and dangerous in a time of uneasy calm that was ready to erupt. The year was 248, almost 300. The days were made up of 100 hours, and the years were close to about 4 human years for one of this world.

 

 

 

Marzul stabbed piercing syringes into each of the beings. He had just enough, using over eight hundred. They all led into one place, with life inside. There was a flow from inside the mighty planet, known to them as Kongrtzuul, translating into hunger. Anyway, the bits of life swam in the pure water, pushed by a pump into each of the demonic hosts awaiting the ability to kill. In approximately 52 Kongrtzkuul years, they would awaken, ready to take over. Humans would be there much later, but the demons would still be young and strong.

 

 

 

Marzul would forever regret that he didn't tell them he was their creator. If nobody was, they could--and would--destroy everything. The planet would take beating after beating, ready to crack. The demons, lined up by color, were ready to sleep a bit. The red would live in volcanoes and lava. The blue would inhabit and rule the seas. The white would stay in the air, becoming visible only to those who were doomed by its power. Finally, the green would roam anywhere, destroying whatever they though necessary.

 

 

 

There were forty red demons, meaning 5% were red. Another eighty were aquatic, which made 15% finished with. There were 680 spots left. One hundred eighty were white. The other 500 were green. Marzul accidentally made his mixture of all, which was meant to be a basic design, a living being. That would be his fatal mistake.

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Chapter One: Closed Opening and a Search

 

Ages of Knowledge and Truth

 

 

 

The creations traveled all around their respective domains, purging the environments of all possible threats. Marzul stayed in the chamber where the demons had been created, doing nothing of importance. He had been tracking the beings he had made, staring at the clear water of life, in which the images were displayed. All of a sudden, a dull rumble echoed through the gigantic cave. It was most likely a rockfall. Nothing got hurt or trapped, so there was no need to worry.

 

 

 

The rumble turned into a great roar in seconds. The tectonic plates were shifting, and the entire cave would close. Thinking desperately of the Shadow Realm, where he was born, Marzul teleported himself to the zone where time and space shifted, which was the site of an eternal time-stop. From there he could move to a safer place. Forget the closed openings, just get a move on, a voice inside of him said as he took one last look at the chamber of life. He spiraled, feeling as though he was getting shoved into a slow blender. His thoughts jumbled, proving the teleport worked. It was the Age of Knowledge, which lasted for eighteen more Kongrtzuul years. It was 682 when the opening to life closed.

 

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It was the during the Age of Truth that the demons finally got to hunt. A large, bulky object had decided to walk upon a meadow, moving itself directly into the home of a grass demon. Because the demon hadn't had a hunt in, literally, ages, it was not used to the movement. Its [bleep]es stood up. A dark green aura surrounded it, enveloping it inside a custom-made body-armor. It shoved itself off of a small slope, sprinting on four legs. The invader had an odd aura itself, one that was similar to the guardian's. The weird thing was that it was made of other elements.

 

 

 

Before the guard-demon could act, its armor was pierced by clear crystal. The hybrid had showed itself. Fourteen backups moved in, just to be stopped by a wall of flame. The strange, moving enemy had just levitated into the air. Several squads of air demons had decided to move in as reconnaissance, just to find themselves at the epicenter of the action. At once, they took chase, hurling crystal at the fleeing opponent.

 

 

 

The hybrid took it upon itself to let the clouds rain on the chasing demons. This distraction gave the hybrid-demon time to get into the sea. Aquatic beasts from miles around swarmed, only to face the problem of plants and vines growing all around them, stealing oxygen away and trapping their limbs. It seemed that this dangerous thing wanted all the other demons gone. The red ones were ready. The hybrid was even readier.

 

 

 

At a massive volcano, the special demon corkscrewed out of the water and spiraled into the mountain that could spew fire. The disturbance made the red demons uneasy. They never saw the wave rise behind them. That unseen flow of water swirled and slammed itself into the backs of the fire guards. A fire started to move, which was odd, even in the Age of Truth. A diversion caused by the hybrid, which was oxygen elsewhere, shoved the red demons together, and together those demons were eaten by the flame. The hybrid could not be stopped.

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Chapter Two: Foolish Mortal Humans

 

Middle of the Age of War, Year 846

 

 

 

The hybrid adapted to the humans that had invaded. While the foolish mortal humans (notice how the chapter got named?) told stories of places of bad luck, it just found a magic spring where it used the abilities of the warm pool of clear liquid to enable it to turn into a human form.

 

 

 

Some of the stories that scared the invading humans were tales of people never coming back from a hill, and the search party were not seen again. The last the people did see was a large amount of corpses on the ground, before they looked down, viewing the gory scene of their kidneys in their hands. Others were how the people came back weeks later, thin and confused. Days after they returned, they committed suicide in various fashions.

 

 

 

The combination of demons named himself Marzulmankar, after his creator. He was an enthusiastic archaeologist, going on many digs. He knew where the demons were, and guided the groups away from them. He was a fabled hero, saving people from bears and such. Marzulmankar would go into a cave first, leaving the others outside. Inside, where the bear was, his human skin split a little bit on thin lines, opening up. Its left arm was red, its right one green. The left foot was blue, with the right one white. Its head was black, the color of onyx, with the torso a dragonstone purple. The bear either died of sheer fright or lost its limbs and head. It would be able to eat its cub (not that it would want to) before it realized it was dead.

 

 

 

This act of heroism infuriated Marzul, who stayed in a small cavern inside of a hill. He had enchanted the walls to see what Marzulmankar was doing at the time. Curses to that insolent fool, who stole my name, changing it to mean "one who destroyed Marzul." An idea was forming in his head. If that blasted creation dared avoid him, then he could control it with the code he had made: do not disobey its creator. Alas, he didn't know he hadn't programmed them to know he was their creator.

 

 

 

Sorry it's so short. There will be a larger amount of chapters, or it will just be a small story.