His Return... [Narrative][Finished]

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

The sparse amount of vegetation was flash frozen on the outskirts of the town of Suriel, as Ilreg planted his icy feet on the ground of the Fifth layer of Hell. Turning toward the Nexus tear, Ilreg focused his energy to shrink the size of the hole, making it easier for him to maintain without the high cost of energy required to sustain a lager hole. Ilreg had a look of annoyance on his face, paired with slight fatigue, as he took in the surrounds.

"I hate this disgusting place, and I've only been here mere moments, do all of these Hellion fools seek to imitate the mortal worms." Ilreg said scornfully of the familiar surroundings. Walking along, Ilreg took in deep breaths to attempt to replenish his energy.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

His eyes focused only on the path before him, Ilreg did not entertain the commotion he began to stir as he walked through the city of Suriel, leaving a frigid trail of precipitation in his wake. Many of the fallen beings who's path Ilreg cross avoided him as much as possible, unsure of his origin and purpose, but Ilreg knew why his presence in Hell was required. He was in the service of Tiamat, a cruel master she was, and he was to gain information on Sanada Tomo, not wantonly pillage the denizens of the fifth layer of Hell, but this was not enough to quell his anger.

His frutration lie in being at the back and call of one has has seldom seen. Running errands in a location unappealing to him, having to feign humility in front of those he deems weak, and not fit to rule. Above all else, Ilreg was steadily growing tired at the gawking eyes of the Hellion citizens he passed, his anger growing with every step.

"Soon we shall arrive at the palace of Sanada Tomo my love, soon we shall be face to face with the greatest threat to our power." Tiamat responded inside of Ilreg's mind, her voice as calm as ever.

"I shall be the one there, and it is I who shall face her." Ilreg said, a with annoyance in his voice.

"Powerful you may be, but do not let your arrogance gain the upper hand pet, Sanada is powerful and she can destroy you." Taimat said sharply, chiding Ilreg's comments.

"If I die here it is because I were too weak to prevent my own death, completely acceptable, but I will not die." Ilreg said as he continued his on his path to the edge of the fifth layer of Hell, coming to the outskirts of the city, not before he was confronted by a lone hellion being who stood directly in his path. "If you do not wish to watch as I devour you wings while you are skewered on Ice and your own bones, remove your feet from my path you cretin." Ilreg said, continuing his walk.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

"I don't know you do I chump." The young Demiangel said, noticing Ilreg's constant pace. Standing their in the deserted street, he was a fearsome sight to behold, his short raven
hair matching his protruding wings. Spitting on the ground, he stood there using his hand to taunt, attempting goading Ilreg on further.

Ilreg said nothing as he continued to walk further, his pace not changing, but his anger showing in the form of his powerful aura spilling out, causing his low body temperature to condense the air around him, every step he took. Soon Ilreg was walking with a shroud of mist around him as the Demiangel began to grow impatient with his lack of response.

"Well, aren't you gonna say anything, your in my street bitch, answer me when I talk to you!" The Demiangel began to shout. Extending his hand, he began to attempt to will Ilreg to stop.



Feeling the magic of the Demiangel at work, Ilreg actually noticed the his stroll had actually began to slow. Grunting in annoyance, Ilreg remained steadfast in his pace, walking slowly toward the young Demiangel, his cloud traveling along with him.

Noticing the pace of his target began to decrease, the Demiangel grew cocky, smiling as he began to taunt Ilreg further, "Yeah, you do as I say. Who the fuck do you think you are, these are my streets, and I say who goes where." the pompous young one said arrogantly.

Ilreg hid his anger as he got closer and closer to the Demiangel, finally stopping in front of the young man, his cloud of condensed air surrounding him as he stood his ground, his face stone as he starred into the young man's black eyes.

"How are you gonna make up for this disrespect punk? Pay homage to you better you fuckin' long haired sissy. Who do the fuck do you think your scarring with that silent shit. This is
Hell fuckwad, now get the fuck out of my way." The Demiangel said as a smile spread across Ilreg's face for the first time.

"You don't merit any insult I can muster you despicable scum, so I'll leave you with this thought. You have spent the last moments of your existence speaking to me as if you had any power to subdue me, and yet as you continued to speak instead of taking any action you were breathing in a cloud of condensed air the whole time. Your pathetic life was forfeit the moment you had not seized mine." Ilreg said smashing the palm of his hand into the
Demiangel's chest as blinding speed causing the young an to stagger as Ilreg held his hand in place.

"No... you.., don't..." The boy said, trying desperately to Will Ilreg's resolve away to weaken him long enough to pull away, but alas the Dragon's intent to kill was far too was far to powerful, as Ilreg commenced to grabbing the boy's chest with his icy hand.

"The water that made that cloud has spread throughout your system, no one will miss you and after I devour your wretched carcass I will not leave a trace behind. It will be like you pathetic life never happended at all." Ilreg said laughing cruelly as the boy's grip on his hands weakened, tear began to well up in his eyes.

"Please...I'm sor..." were the last sounds the Demiangel uttered as Ilreg sent a massive surge of cold through his hand, into the boys chest causing his ribs to crack and his lungs to explode. The boy slumped on the ground, dying a painful and horrific death at the hands of Ilreg, his open mouth splattering blood all over Ilreg's face from his attempt to garner mercy fro the Dragon.

Standing tall over his victim, Ilreg grabbed the Demiangel by the leg, commencing to drag his cadaver through the streets behind him. "You will serve as a warning to the rest of the peons here that I am not to be trifled with by anyone." Ilreg said, continuing his journey to the edges of the Fifth, leaving the city of Suriel behind him, dinner in tow.