Part III - The Endless Nightmare
Darkness shrouded the enormous figure, fiery flames curling with darkness engulfed the hidious creature, keeping it's true form hidden from sight. A gigantic blue Hellwyrm battled the, what seemed endless, horde of Slaves and Minions as the smaller blue stood, his claws dug in the ground, in a silent face-off with the creature.
"You'll not get to the Gate, I won't let ya!", the dragon growled, grinding his teeth together as he prepared for the moment that mattered.
Days earlier, he had been visited, brought the message of this creature's imminent arrival and the job he'd have to do. Granted to him, was a single momentarily abbility to engage combat with this creature and survive, having a chance to stop it before it could start to do harm. Recalling the image of a young blonde girl in her pink skirt and top, her smile, the twinkle in her eyes, he gathered every thought, every string of love he needed to create within himself a shield against the hate and horror this creature would bring upon him. For withstanding that, was the first road to defeating this monster of Hell.
Darkness was all around, he could feel it's presence, yet his eyes saw nothing beyond a few feet. And, as if from thin air, the Hate came. Thundering over him like a firestorm on the grainfields, it engulfed and filled him. The image came forth, stronger and stronger, everything he owned, was filled into that one singular imagine of the young blonde girl in his mind, the memory of her smile. Hate washed past. He would survive, for what he stood for, was too strong, too deep in his heart, to be defeated by hate. Gathering his breath, he shifted into his human form, gripped the large greatsword from his back and with a flashing light from his eyes, he charged the monster, sword first, the full force of his entire existance second, into the monster's chest, creating a void within it's hate, filling it with the light of Love, consuming it's existance and dissolving it into nothing.
He awaked, nearly three weeks later, lying in his own bed. In his own bedroom at home. Finally, at home. Feeling a bit strange, he got up and looked around. His armour, somehow polished, cleaned and repaired, was at it's stand. His weaponry in their own, his clothes folded neatly on a cabin.
Walking up to his fireplace, he saw an angel sitting there. "Good morning Nathan, I hope you slept well?", she asked. "Well.. yeah, I guess so, but.. what am I doing back here?" "You've past the test, endured the pain and never did you forget the love inside you. We've had doubts in you Nathan, but you've proven us wrong. It's time, you return to your friends, those who helped you survive. Your task in Hell is over."
"I never asked for a task, I decided to go on my own account. She might've known that I'd do this, but there's no way She can take credit for sending me on a task there. Sure, I helped, but it was my own choice. My mistakes, my choice to pay up for them."
The angel smiled, looking at him in silence.
"Get out of my house, you're not invited. And if you see Her, tell Her I'll always have Her in my heart and prayers, but I follow my own choices as I always did, not Her's."
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