The Marilith screamed in pain as Sergei's magic imbued warhammer smashed down on the she-demon's scale face. Holy fire exploded everywhere across her head and chest, tearing and burning away at the Marilith's cursed aura and wretched form. Unsurprisingly, the Marilith writhed in agony and collapsed backwards as Sergei held her hair firmly, pulling him down with the demon. The Guild entrance caved in with the falling Marilith as the vacuous catalyst of the building's further destruction. Swung around once more, the Inquisitor released his grip from the demon's fibers once the swing had entered its base. Sergei through his body upward just as he let go, using his shield to cushion the landing and create the necessary resistance as he slid across the street, sparks from metal meeting cobblestone until his momentum was dragged off.

Sergei got himself up, feeling uneasy from the brief moments of airtime with Marilith's snappy reflexes. With his age, such movements proved more taxing on him but hyped adrenaline fought back, keeping him fragilely focused on the task at hand. The Marilith eventually came achieved her bearings as well with most of the Inquisitor's magic painfully wearing off with a her upper-right portion of her figure burned badly and already cauterized. Rises from the debris around her, the Marilith screamed in defiance at the Inquisitor; it was perhaps the only thing she could say since her jar and throat suffered damage as well. Sergei responded in kind with his hammer igniting in white flames once more, clashing it against his re-equipped shield to intimidate and provoke. Enraged by the display, the demon of six blades slithered into a mad charge toward her opponent, revenge ever motivating her blind desire to kill the one responsible for her pain.

Just as she was about to bring her swords down on her small opponent in multiple striking vectors with a mad serpentine grin across the Marilith's face, a boom of thunder and lightning struck her back side, throwing the demon off balance. Before the Marilith could identify the sudden attack, ropes and cables snared her limbs from her own control while an array of magic spells barraged against her, keeping the demon from putting up a resistance. Through her feeble attempts she cough glimpses of Order soldiers, Zaphere guardsman, and Guild mages coordinating against here; the same measly souls she had been massacred earlier now filled with moral and determination to put her down. Ensnared to such a degree, the Marilith fell forward and impacted the ground hard.

The Marilith soon tried desperately to escape from her bindings but the combined effort of the powers set against her had now made that impossible. As if the she-demon couldn't lose anymore hope, looking up, she set her ugly terrified eyes upon the Inquisitor beaming down upon her, his hammer still aflame. The demon hissed defiantly but Sergei paid no mind to her desperate attempts and grabbed the Marilith's hair, pulling her head up before driving the apex tip of his warhammer into her skull. The Marilith shrieked once more, pain fueling her non-stop wailing as streaks of burning white paved out from the hammer unto her flesh and scales. The finishing blow finally came with Sergei casting a powerful spell, light radiating off of the steel of his warhammer vibrantly and intensely until rays of sunlight pierced the Marilith's head, silencing her screams almost immediately. The demon's form quickly turned ash as she was incinerated by holy fire whilst the soldiers cheered and roared for her demise in which Sergei yelled in triumph along with them.

The Cultists that remained broke ranks as their demonic champion fell before the Inquisitor and the combined efforts of Zaphere's armed and capable people. Seeing most of their enemy fleeing and attempted to regroup with the new insectoid monstrosities that arrived to reinforce them, the men and women of the Order, the Guild, and the Guard and militia charged forward with renewed moral and vigor, no longer held back by their earlier indifferences.

"Cast them down, warriors of Zaphere!" the Inquisitor cried with his hammer in the air, attempting to further inspire the everyone jumping into the fray, "We must prevail against the enemy that threatens us all!"

Sergei was about to charge forward long side his kin until something captured his attention. A voice, a warm ethereal voiced echoed through out the confines of his mind. 

[color=fff200][i]Sergei...Sergei...[/i][/color] echoed the ethereal whisper, [color=fff200][i]I am Pelor. I have a task for you my son.[/i][/color] 

Pelor. The deity Sergei had sworn to serve unquestionably and unwavering loyalty to, had spoke to him. Was this for actually for real? Could a deity of which the highest ranking members of the Order could supposedly speak to be calling out to him?

[color=fff200][i]After the victory here you must retreat to a tavern. There you will wait and hold up with the rest of your men. My Ally Corellan Larethian is marching a army of elves to Zaphere for reinforcements but even with them this will not be enough. [/i][/color]

[color=fff200][i]Corellan Larethian? My word[/i][/color]...thought Sergei. Either he was really going insane or he had stepped into something much larger than he ever imagined.

[color=fff200][i]A host of people will arrive at the tavern, two of them already present within, you will go with them and take them into the catacombs.[/i][/color] 

Images flowed through Sergei mind, illustrating each word and syllable that came into being. He could almost virtually see the dark depths of the catacombs and the individuals Pelor began to speak of. There was no doubt about it, he [i]was[/i] communing with a deity. 

[color=fff200][i]The demon Eliphas is too strong and powerful. His detection was too late. In the catacombs hidden in its deep darkness is a chamber. The chamber kept secret with a binding on its door. You will know it when you see it. It is time to awaken the my angel of death and rebirth from the depths of her hybernation. It will take you and this group to get there, while the remains of your men and Corellan's army distracts the forces of evil.[/i][/color]

[i]Eliphas[/i]...So this was the mastermind behind of not only his own grief but bane of the entire city of Zaphere. Everything that has transpired has been conjured and devised by this demon lord. Sergei relished the opportunity to take such a hated and cursed entity down.

[color=fff200][i]This group in question is as follows; A Halfling named Ellis and a Priestess named Ceris...They are already at the tavern.[/i][/color] 

A Halfling and a Priestess eh...? It was an odd team up and the pondering thought of their pairing was an amusing one. Judging has been a common practice through out a great deal of his life, but even he knew when his opinion had little place and thus kept it as such. 

[color=fff200][i]The rest of the group is a few days away from here. They will arrive at the tavern, and they are as follows...[/i][/color] 

[color=fff200][i]Hugh the Ex-Paladin...[/i][/color] 

[i]A former Paladin? What heretical nonse[/i]- Sergei quickly stopped himself, self-reminding himself he was pretty much in the presence of a god.

[color=fff200][i]Sana the Gypsy...[/i][/color] 

[color=fff200][i]Artos the Magus...[/i] 

[i]Ellyn the Bard...[/i]

[i]Bjoric the Cleric...[/i] 

[i]Vivian the War Blade...[/i] 

[i]Garrek the Fighter...[/i] 

[i]Deila the Shaman...[/i] 

[i]and Das the Kafshe...[/i][/color]

Sergei's eyes physically narrowed out of confusing concern, perhaps not really wanting to know what that last title meant.

[color=fff200][i]This mission is important my servant. This is our chance to demolish this demon's desire for conquest...For good this time.[/i][/color]

And just light that, the ethereal-like feeling evaporated along with the soothing voice it carried. Sergei could mentally confirm that Pelor was no longer present and eventually snapped back to reality, re-finding himself on a bloodied battlefield of rightous warriors and damned dirty cultists. Pelor's words rang heavily upon him, but with a goal now set in motion, Sergei could not hope to ignore or deny the request. Whether anyone else would even believe him in which he really expected none int he first place. At any rate, there was a battle in need of winning; destiny was with him.