Homecomming

"We've got you, little one.. You should know better than to try and run from us!" The screech of a voice from the winged imp rang out in the back gardens of the castle as he and his large, ogre of a demon companion closed in on one of the few humans brave enough to venture anywhere near this mecca of darkness. The girl was young, clearly by her short stature and skin n' bones build, her eyes focused on the two but half closed as exhaustion began to set in. The winged demon swept in with a lightning quick strike and grabbed the girl by the hair, flinging her with all his momentum into the stone wall of black marble looking material behind her a few feet; the girl issuing a loud scream for help, her small body trembling as she began to beg for mercy. She wasn't a local, she was a traveler, and it just so happened her journey into the lands of darkness seemed it would be her last.

The larger of the two closed the distance, his bare form a putrid green color and glistened as if he was covered in water, the length of his long whip-like tail lashing out behind him with an anxious crack against the dead air while brilliant white eyes glowed, focusing on the soul they were about to devour. "Let's see if she lasts any longer than the others. I kind of like hearing them scream before we rip them apart!" the demon boasted before a bellowing cackle.

"Hold on now, fellas.." A voice rang out from across the garden, the human looking neko making his appearance for the first time in over one thousand years. The two turned to look and see who had invaded on their hunting grounds, the imp coming to land on the ground and wrap those leathery membrainous wings around his bare form. The larger of the two simply crossed all six of his arms over his barrel sized torso and narrowed those glowing eyes at the tresspasser.

"and just who the hell are you?" the smaller of the two demons demanded, a little bit of fire leaving his feral muzzle of a mouth with his words. "Don't tell me those pathetic cattle decided to send someone after this one!" the larger taunted, muscles growing tense and causing his body to almost double in size as the long tail snapped out, wrapping around the young girl's neck.

Bakkar made his way closer, eying both of them before looking past them to the girl. Just what he needed, a snack. The corner of his pale lips curled up into a confident smirk, dark emerald eyes brought to focus back on the two while the girl whimpered and clutched at the tail around her neck, making it difficult to breathe. "My name is Bakkar al'Shan Morales.. and you two whelps are tresspassing.."

The imp had enough of waiting already, having the attention span of a crack addict, and flew in a blur of speed at the feline demi-human looking creature. Bakkar stopped his steps, remaining perfectly still. The smaller demon flew at him, stopping a foot short of the feline's reach and suddenly shadow jumping to appear behind him, but still moving at the same speed. Just as he felt the victory of another kill within his grasp, his world suddenly shattered into a million pieces.

Bakkar moved at the last moment, stepping to the side three feet twice as fast as the poor human girl's heart was beating. The imp found nothing when he reappeared, but suddenly his head was wrapped up in the very darkness he used to do the small teleport. The small creature suddenly went stiff, falling out of the air and flopping helplessly on the ground, back arching, claws scrabbling for some sort of grip. If his head were still out of the shadows, his screams would make the strongest of humans' blood turn cold.

The larger of the two immediately made his move as well, tossing the body of the small girl through the air towards the feline and his fallen friend. Unfolding his arms he slammed his clenched fists down into the bare soil of the ground, creating a massive shockwave that rushed towards the feline looking man. Those dark emerald eyes shifted focus. With another unbelievable move of speed and agility he lept into the air, catching the girl in one arm almost like cradling a child. Black flecks began to swim across the ancient incubi's eyes and the shockwave stopped just short of reaching them as they landed on the ground.

The shockwave collapsed in on itself, rolling over and over into what looked like a long line of oil barrels, only larger, and made of nothing but air and dirt. The seven foot long "rolls" then suddenly burst into flame and shot through the ground with the speed of lightning to crash into the second demon, the beast catching the full brunt of the blow and being thrown through the ten feet of onyx and red veined marble.

"There now..." he spoke softly, his eyes returning to normal as they looked down at the girl in his arms, his tail moving around to drape loosely over her shoulder as not to scratch that fragile flesh with the spiked bands around the end of the furry appendage. The girl, however, had lost consciousness by the way she hung limp against him. Turning his back to the still writhing body of the trapped imp he walked toward the large main gazebo of the entrance, the twenty foot section of wall having been taken out by the larger of the two demons already beginning to put itself back together. His home would be fed again, and very soon. But first thing was first.

Once he was inside the massive hall of the south wing, Bakkar carried the girl with him to what looked like a spare bedroom. Except in this room there was no bed, the floor was tilted a bit and it had a standard looking tub in the center. Moving to the tub he lay the girl down in it gently, even so much as brushing his fingers almost lovingly back through her dirty, matted red hair, fingertips then moving to caress over her cheek. "Such innocence.." the demon purred, a moment before sinking all five of his six inch long claws into the side of the girl's neck. Severing the critical artery blood began to gush from the small girl, her eyes opening wide suddenly and mouth opening to form a sound but unable to do anything but cough up mouthfull after mouthful of blood. The demon's claws worked along the front of her neck, then with a tense of previously unseen muscle along his arm tear down through the bones o fher chest and through her stomach.

Blood began to fill the tub, but at the same time it drained quickly down a few holes in the bottom of the ceramic basin, small screens placed in the holes to keep anything but blood from getting out. The blood pooled beneath the tub in a sort of catch pan before draining through the run-off and in to five canisters, each labeled with the girl's age of 13.

Once the girl stopped bleeding he let her go to slouch in the grips of death in the tub as he tended to licking the blood from his fingertips with an amused smile. "Now... Let it be known throughout this forsaken land, that it's master has returned.." he spoke with a feral growl, suddenly turning into a thunderous roar. Cobwebs, dust, damage and the signs of age seemed to flee the sound of the citadel's master's return. Any unfortunate enough to be in his palace when the Dark Matter Sweep spell rushed through the halls were instantly swallowed by darkness, and thrown from the grounds by force.

The effects of the spell wore off when they reached the barrier of his castle home, but the sound carried on, and on, and on. From the tops of the Gryphon mountains that housed the mighty city of Jest-eire, to the very depths of the castle's core of Sevbroy.

All would know that the Lord and Master of the lands of Darkness had returned. Prophecy crystals shattered, and to some the call was not a feral roar, but an invitation, a pleasureful tone that would sooth the senses, and instill a sense of desire and promise of power in those who heard it. It was time to put his house back in order, and then turn his attention to the heavens.