Chrysalis

Odin had seen many things in his first life. The pressure that came with being a professional assassin, the piles of bodies he’d left in his wake, none of it prepared him for the Demon horde that surrounded him now. They stretched in all directions, the living carpet of small, gnawing demons of which he once was one, replaced with a fearsome menagerie of monsters that towered over the landscape.

There were thousands of them, tens of thousands. Each one a creature of obsession and power. Each one a being of drive and desire that had known nothing but a desperate fight for survival from the moment of its creation.

Yet even the nightmarish gathering was not enough to outshine the horrors gathered in their centre. Even after all this time, the suffocating aura that rolled off the three demons suppressed him, driving the thoughts from his head and the strength from his limbs.

Torrifex, a mass of fire and violence, stood tall amidst the throng. The heat rolling from the giant demon was oppressive, even to a fellow denizen of this place such as Odin. Hidden behind the veil of black smoke that permanently billowed from his form, Torrifex’s eyes glowed with malicious glee as he beheld the scene around him.

No less terrifying were his sisters. Pyrixan possessed a dreadful visage of ash. All that came near her was subject to her frightful power. Odin himself had seen three demons dissolve to nothing, disintegrated by her mere presence.

She had been the first. Torrifex had woken her from her deep slumber as part of his divine mission, issued through Odin by Arconidem himself. The Demon God had commanded that this layer of the Dungeon be made ready for his return, and Torrifex would not tolerate failure in this task.

With Pyrixan by his side, and Odin trailing behind, Torrifex had set out to liberate his final associate. Somonax had slept beneath a field of rusted weapons, stuck in the ground like a graveyard of armaments. Only later Odin realised that those had been placed to seal that which dwelled beneath.

blades that writhed with her need for death. A concentrated entity of murder, the tier eight demon was, in Odin’s opinion, the most fearsome of the

the three servants of the Demon God gathered, they had begun a campaign of terror amongst the lands, gathering powerful members of their kind to their banner as they went. Wherever they passed, the demon larvae that covered

the former assassin. [You are not required to think. You are required to

reminded him of his… obligations. The task had been laid on him by

will I understand how to serve if I do

but he was not completely

has spoken to you directly. All you need do is follow his

the direct glare of the three great demons. [I

thought as

demon lands of the weak,

indomitable power. He thought of all the slaughter that had occurred up to this point, the thousands of deaths that had been required to bring these three together.

The entire place is covered in demons, top to bottom. What outsiders? Who are the weak? What makes one unworthy? I don’t

her thoughts touched his. Even her mind reeked of blood. [Arconidem can smell it too. He called you for a reason. Not because of what you are, weak and

here,] Pyrixan interjected. [This place is ours, it belongs to us. The demon god granted it to us long ago and now we