Heart of Rage Part 1[ Land Claim]

Just as there are main bodies of sin and pysche there are also virtues. Hope. Faith. Honour. Although the latter shares a bed with its sister sin. Pride. Regardless on this little journey it occured to Jack that if there was always a personification of one in the infenral lands of the underworld then why did the other not exist in the celestial plain? Was it simply that sin was a stronger force than virtue? Perhaps and yet, Jack could not believe such a thing was so. Sin might have been a common place factor in the human world. Yet the very fact that it was common would that not lower the power rather than increase? It made it normal. Value is after all based upon demand for. And whenever a great virtue was commited. It seemed to have wide spanning effects over the lands. And yet, its power was never harnessed. Perhpas to do so in iteself was a persversion of the act. To take away from what it as. An interesting thought. But one that would have to be picked up on a later date. If each sin had its opposing virtue, then what would be the opposition against rage? Against wrath? That was, the current mindset of Jack when he moved into the heart land of the rage demons. Jonah at his side he knew that diving head first in was. Foolish. But yet there would be little choice.

EXP:260
242/1000

Right now waves upon waves of rage demons would be throwing themselves at their forces, Jack didn't doubt for a moment that the defenders would be able to hold the spot. It wasn't hard after all. The rage demons were strong, but ultimately unorganised. Failing in the face of the tactics used by the defenders. Well. Defenders perhaps the wrong word. They were after all the ones doing the invading in the first place. Probably safer to call them a distraction force. Regardless by the time Jack and Jonah got to the main encampment. Security was light. Both he and the fear demon easily stealth killing their opposition, enough space to move around. Enough shadows to hide in. Jonah seemed to be having the time of his life. But then it was to be expected. The demon excelled in these kinds of conditions. This fact however. Combined with the mans almost unnatural talent for discerning the unobvious. Well. Jack couldn't help but think that the leader of fear always had something up his sleeve. And it wasn't always something that Jack would like.

EXP:210
Word Count: 425/1000

It occurred to him that, Jowan had never once mentioned to the other pride demons about that little arrangement between he sloth and fear. And yet, he didn't doubt Jonah when he said that such a thing existed. But it did occur to him that much like the agreement now, it was heavily one sided. But on this situation, he didn't think that when Jowan had been in charge. Things weighed towards Pride. Jowan had ben strong, he didn't think he'd ever find anyone in the underworld who knew him that would say otherwise. Still. He hadn't been what you call the sharpest pencil in the drawer. Strong, but average intellegence. Not enough to see things coming. Things like Jack. And if Jack suspected correctly. Jonah as well. All the more reason to keep one good eye on the demon of fear at all times. He liked the agreement as it was. And didn't want to let loose anything that would weaken his position. Yet, for all he knew. He could have already.

EXP: 190
Word Count: 598/1000

Jonah's last move was a quick dash from the shadows. A knee to the back of the leg, and a quick drag of his blade across the throat of the rage demon. Hand covering its mouth to muffle the screams. Wiping the blood on his cloak the leader of fear turned to Jack, who himself was finishing off his own kill. Admittedly less graceful than Jonah's throat cut. But the demon lay silent and dead none the less. Albeit in two halves. A neat two halves if the pride demon said so himself. Still. Brutal. " We're nearing the tower of rage". In the centre of their encampment there was a rather shoddy looking tower like structure. Clearly its where they housed their leader. Higher above in the slums of thi9s once built town. The tower itself looked like it was constructed from wreckage. Little more than testament to Rages inability to craft anything of beauty. It was ugly. Ugly but at the same time, it endured. Much like the demons of rage themselves. They were brutal enough, and mad enough. And yet still despite their losses and attitudes they still continued to exist. Something that might change should they continue their ways of not giving in to the cascade of change that was sweeping over the underworld. " Indeed, the tower of rage eh?....I wonder why they chose to build a tower...". Jack looked up at it. Cogs in his mind spinning. But Jonah cut that short with a swift rebottle.

" I suppose tis no better than a court house?".

Jack smirked at that point. " Touché my friend...touché...". Still this tower of ugliness was less a symbol of authority and more one of domincnance. A masculine symbol if there could have ever been one. Linked to the portion of rage. Was rage more of a mans game? Perhaps. Males on whole were more prone to anger and violence. The little joke about fire in their blood leaning both ways. However he had seen just as many females fly into fits of rage. And they were far more terrifying than the males. Shrieking banishes, clawing and tearing. Biting and pulling. Killing and screaming. it was never pretty. The men inspired fear. The women inspired that. And sympathy. Something that would make you lower your guard. An underestimation of a females strength was....a fatal mistake. Now sneaking towards their target, Jack had to wonder whether the tower of rage had actually been an intentional build. Or merely something constructed out of nature. He supposed, that for now would remain as much a mystery as the powers of rage that drove the demons in the first place.
EXP: 511
Word Count:1045/1000

[LAND GRABBED]