Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180310224425

Armata takes a final sip of his drink, then rises out of his seat. He slowly takes one step at a time as he leaves his elevated thrown behind. The flames of candles and firebowls seem to gravitate to Armata as he passes by them, their glow being the small amount of light that illuminates the grand hall of marble and stone that they are in currently, except for the strikes of lightning that spring to life occasionally.

Suddenly Armata feels a shift in the air, and hairs on his neck stand on end. Lightning crashes through each of the great stained windows upon the stone walls. The bolts strike the ground and dissipate across the floor, electrocuting every guard, servant present, even Imperia and Armata. Armata collapses to his knees as he feels his skin seared by the immense power behind the bolts.

"Th-this is... no mere. St-storm!" He grits his teeth looking up. He is shocked to his guards and servants on fire, burning relentlessly. Their screams echoing relentlessly thorough the chamber. His eyes pan to Imperia, who lays unconscious upon the floor. Her body is limp, and her clothes are charred form the electricity. Then a portal, no, a rift tares it's way into the throne room. The power flowing from the rift is familiar, and worries Armata.

Slowly, Barghest emerges form the portal.

"Evening... Master. HAHAHAHAHA!" The Helldog of old says sarcastically.

"Barghest!? You're supposed to be-"

"Dead? Too true. Fortunately the runt Marcus did not claim my soul during his rebellion. I managed to escape to the realm of my true masters." Barghest explains as he walks toward Imperia's body. "Oh yes, I serve someone else, someone who has been very eager to meet you for eons."

Barghest's orange eyes shift to Imperia, and he hoists her up on his shoulders. Imperia is still unconscious as she is tossed in a far less than gentle way over the Hellbeast's shoulder.

"How? Did you get here? How'd you find me?! ANSWER ME DOG!!!" Armata staggers to his feet.

"I had help... Hehehehe." Barghest looks to the door of the throne room, and the door opens. A second intruder armored head to toe in black steel, sporting a black helmet with no eye holes, steps into the room. Armata can tell the being is male by stature, and also familiar by his power and blood. Yet these attributes are distorted and unusual. But what truly grasps Armata's attention, is Layoka.

The small Dhampir is kicking, screaming and thrashing furiously as the armored man drags her along effortlessly. The armored man looks to Armata, but keeps on moving toward the portal.

"Good work, our masters will be pleased. A reward is definitely in our futures..." Barghest chuckles to his partner in crime, though the armored man does not respond. "If you want to reclaim what you've lost..." Barghest suddenly cuffs his freehand on Imperia's rear, getting a decent handful and squeezing it. "Then follow our trail. Who knows Armata, my masters may award me this fine lady as payment... Cant say I would protest. She would make for a fine brood mother to my offspring. Hehehe."

"Y-you, TRAITOROUS DOG!" Amata rises to his feet and charges the rift.