Several Elves looked on in horror as their sacred forest was tainted to the point of death. Angry shouts aroused from some of the males, female sobs could be heard as their children wandered into the venomous cloud. Every militia in the small town hastily gathered swords and bows as scouts leaped from tree to tree with astounding speed and control. They were all hoping to bring the message to their king in the distant city of Ingfi.

Sorelu passed several eager young scouts wishing to become part of the royal army his pace became swifter and swifter as he felt part of his forest die, it felt like a part of him died for each tree that fell.

As Sorelu exited his palace a fierce wind whipped at his cloak from behind as it lifted him off the ground. The Elf closed his eyes and looked into his mind for the precise location of the deathly aura. The wind shifted to his right as he pinpointed the area of chaos.

After a short flight he saw just how disgusting the destruction was. With a few choice swear words he blew the miasmic cloud away with his wind. With a scowl he ordered all the militia in the town to stand down and calm their wives and mourn for their children.

Sorelu approached the source of the evil cloud wondering just what could reap so much havoc in his sacred realm. He saw a pale girl, with deep gashes digging into her stomach and sides, her face bloodied with thick, black blood. She was obviously unconscious. There was something strikingly odd about this scene though… First of all her cloak was not scathed, nor her sword. Second there was no trail of destruction; it was very isolated as if it had just appeared there.

Sorelu looked past the blood and saw a strange woman. Was she a demon; a vampire, perhaps? She shared characteristics of both. With his curiosity getting the best of him, he picked her up and quickly teleported with her back to his palace.

Out of panic, the militia ignored their orders and went to kill the defiler of their forest, their steps rustling the leaves as they snuck up on the source of the infestation. Their eyes widened as they saw their king teleport away with a nearly dead girl. Their king had betrayed them. The Elves’ eyes narrowed and their brows furrowed with anger. How could their benevolent king, who lifted humans from their realm, who lead and won many wars for them, be saving a demon? A powerful one at that.

Alarms sounded in Ingfi as news reached the leaders of each military barracks, they had learned of the betrayal of their King. Their armies were assembling; they wanted answers.

Sorelu gently placed the demoness on a bed in a well lit and furnished room. He told some of his personal healers to tend to her and see if she could be helped. He knew from the sound of the alarms that a rebellion was at hand… But for some reason he wasn’t worried.

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