Emzael Lecifer and the Miracle at Keep Quedstra.


His golden eyes deep, just and charming as the sun rising above the horizon. Lips that moves invitingly as he speaks moistened regularly by the peach tip of his tongue and he inhales briskly. He is Emzael Lecifer son of the fallen nobleman Wodür Lecifer and the founder of Alliance Against Furion. The deeds of the demon lord had stirred anger in the youth and in the last shrine of Goddess Flaér he vowed to vanquish Furion and release the world from the taint of demon kind.


At the moment he dined with young lady Eiliad in the comfort of a cabin. They sat beside the red sparkling fire chewing on lukewarm pork and bread exchanging glances of deep care, they had made love in the mists of the early morning and walked together all day as the rebel forces had relocated to a village close to the north keep Quedstra.


He brought the tin mug to his lips and drank the red wine reminiscent of the colour of her hair, saw her smile and young Emzael realised anew while he loved her. Those eyes gently peach in colour, skin like white snow on once green plains and hair colour that of stored prosperous red wine. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek then escaped to a comfortable position with her knees close to her body protecting the life within her womb.


This was his last supped before he went to battle, in the night they should assault keep Quedstra and attempt to slay the demon Patriarch that ruled the northern region. Both knew this could be their last moment together, neither said it and he just kissed her back like the playful boy he had once been and knew that he would miss her scent as he exited into the night.


The assault began and as the horde of rebels stormed against the gate of keep Quedstra with weapons raised while Emzael moved with his squad through the forest towards the dark sewer opening guarded by one a single Sentinel easily defeated by the blessing of Goddess Flaér and they proceeded inside feeling the power of the Patriarch weaken them like invisible chains pulling their bodies down.


Struggling against the powerful magic Emzael fought from chamber to chamber wielding the strength of Goddess Flaér in his sword while one and one his friends and fellow rebels fell dead against the marble floor. His golden eye shone as he climbed the silver staircase up towards the Patriarchs chamber while one after another vile demons tossed themselves at him only to die against his blade.


Upon entering the Patriarchs chamber woven from white stone he saw the large being rise from a throne of golden chains that began moving like serpents as the weight left them. Emzael raised his sword to charge but the demon called his magic and the golden chains shot from the throne and one by one began to tie Emzael to the wall and his sword fell to the ground and his opponent disarmed the Patriarch laughed.


It was then Emzael wished upon the image of his beloved Eiliad and born from the emptiness before him was a golden Orb. A song filled the chamber as he reached for the Orb and the unlimited power born from love.