Godless, Gone
The Infernal forces marches from within the Amurites borders, catching the Grigori city of Kalm by surprise. Ring of Flames burst outside the city walls, terrorizing the populace. They know the end is near.
Assassins venture within the walls at night, assassinating the crucial adepts and healers. If none are available, they go for the wounded and the weakest.
Not even the fledgling city of Wutai is spared.
Adding further to their ill tidings, rumors of a massive hell beast, summoned to battle by the Infernals. No force on Erebus can hope to match it in battle.
Hyborem pounds the city walls, bringing death and destruction as his champions cheer at his victories as they join the carnage.
Only three cities are left. The Dragon Slayer army nowhere to be seen.
This time, there will be no negotiation. Mardero, the Dark Champion from Beyond is summoned. He will bring damnation to this world.
Our dwarven vassals succeeded in recapturing Stoville. Only two Grigori cities are left.
The Dragon Slayer army, stood a month away from Costa del Sol, their last capital to make a last stand. Will they make it in time to foil the Infernals?
Riylod falls to Mardero's assault. Only Costa del Sol remains.
Don't hold back. I don't care what it takes, Costa del Sol must fall now before the Slayer army can retreat within the city walls. Ritualists, Corpses, Assassins, Champions, throw everything we've got!
Mmm...I believe the Codexians would prefer a blood bath...but this method would have to suffice...
There's no way in hell our recently drafted army can match the Grigorian heroes. They've hundred of years under their belts. Just finish it. NOW!
The orders for assault is given. The Grigori army watch in horror as the Infernals refused to cease their assaults.
WHY ARE THEY STILL ATTACKING? Where's Duncan?!
My lord, he's still a month's away from marching back...we can still -Urk..
The guard's words were cut short by a blade to his heart. The assassin having done his work. On cue, the city gates collapses, the infernals poured in. There will be no last stand. No light at the end of darkness.
Cassiel rose from his throne, drawing his sword, only to find an arrow lodged on his right palm. He gasped in pain as an armored man flanked by dark champions and Hyborem himself enters his throne room.
You...you serve this demon? As slaves?!
I, Rosier the Fallen, Infernal Commander demand your complete surrender to our empire. Disband your armies, and serve your new gods.
...you...you win.
Kneel before your new Lord, faithless scum.
Cassiel does as asked, ready for whatever comes next. Rosier draws his blade and points it on Cassiel's head.
Any last words?
I had meant to free you from your strings. Farewell, puppet, enjoy your dance.
Indeed. Now, that life, return it to God.
With a final stroke, the Godless King falls signalling the end of the legendary Dragon Slayers.