Var’Ren had no idea how long he had been on the river
that many of the so-called lost souls called Acheron, but then again the
weeping bitch that called herself Marion referred to it as Hell and was told
there was no such thing as time. He had
a hard time getting into this place called Hell no thanks to the delays caused
by the beast known as Cerberus, the skull-capped creatures who called
themselves Templars, a seductress that called herself Bartley trying to wrap
her thighs around him and some greedy charlatan named Falwell that tried to buy
his interest with money before he saw his face and began screaming at him about
being someone called a demon and whined about not being in a place called
heaven. But to Var’Ren nothing had been
easy, even before he had been forced to escape the Dark Realm on the charges of
murdering a rival Qua’ah.
It was not uncommon for
the highest ranking members of the Black Council to be killed off. But to kill off a rival Qua’ah for reasons
that benefited another member of Black Council is a death sentence. It was no secret that many Naimerians
including himself hated that ram bastard Torrath. The stinking ovis of a Qua’ah had done
nothing but mock his master who was the Qua’ah of the Naimerians, sling insults
at his fellow Quar’ams and constantly goaded Var’Ren into starting a fight with
him; which at one point he almost did.
He escaped his
incarceration from own estate by immediately chanting a portal spell to travel
to the realm of Eternal Night; a place where there is never sunlight nor
peace. His escape was not something he
planned but someone or something had been planning it for him. He was not certain where he was hearing the
voices that told him where to go and when; but when he did find out who it was
he would either get his answers freely or at the end of his blades.
The weeping girl was
getting on Var’Ren’s nerves and he finally decided that he had enough. He stormed up to the girl and grabbed her by
the hair; yanking her to her feet. “Will
you ever stop crying? You’re getting on my fucking nerves” he snarled to her
terrified face. “I can’t; because this
is Hell and there’s no escaping its master.
The Devil-“Var threw her hard across the deck of the cursed ship.
“Whoever this Devil is
can kiss my arse” he replied in contempt.
“Gods, Devils, Demons Angels, whatever the fuck these pathetic creatures
are I care not. For some reason I was
supposed to come here and extract a woman named Marion, which is you, from this
foul pit you pathetic creatures call hell and bring you back to the Realm of
Eternal Night.” “But I can’t go back;
God forbid-““BY THE ANCESTORS OF THE TWELVE TRIBES DO YOU EVER SHUT UP ABOUT
THIS GOD?!!!!!!!!!!” he roared at her causing her to cower near the railing of
the damned ship. “Whoever this bastard
you call God is I will slay him or her if I am obstructed by the pathetic
creature” he finished at the quivering damned of the female called Marion.
“What do you want from
me?” she still asked in fear of getting assaulted again. He didn’t reply, instead he walked towards
the stern of the damned ship past the damned that he press ganged into service
after he slew a being called Charon. He
stared over the river Acheron, ignoring the moaning that was being heard from
the river. “That” he said in a low tone
“is what I wish to know.”
