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Vaettir awoke from his slumber in a panic. Snapping his gold crystalline eyes open. They were both fixated at his hands, held up to his face just as they had been in the dream. Although they weren't the same hands he had seen moments ago. With a sigh, he dropped them to his side. Another nightmare. Actually, a nightmare isn't the correct term. They weren't frightening they were just bad. It was a bad dream. Again, that probably wasn't the right term either. It was a very pleasant dream. A dream about himself in the past. He was there in his beautiful Emerald skin, brushing the thick coat of a Wolf who was giving birth. If it wasn't there she might not have survived and that would mean her litter wouldn't either. He watched over her, healing her if she needed it and provided some comfort in the pain to come. It was a nice memory to relive, but it only took him a few minutes to remember who he was now, looking at his perfectly crafted hands to just be awoken and reminded that it was just a desperate fantasy.

The Marble giant collected himself for a few more moments and made his way out of the cave he chose to slumber in that night. He had no control of his sleep, he just got tired when he did. No set pattern. No matter what he had done the day before or after he would sometimes go hours before resting a whole month or wander a whole month just to slumber for a few hours. It was the will of something higher than him. On this night the Moon was hidden from sight, a New Moon. As he approached the exit of the cavern he wondered how long he had been resting for. He never had a sense of time. Only learning about how long it's been by asking the date to anyone who wouldn't run from his presence and comparing it to what the last person told him. He would notice the shift of the moon or even the seasons change. It honestly made no difference to him, he didn't need to be anywhere anytime soon.

That is when he saw it. The bright beam in the sky. Swirling upwards with the look of spectral serpents dancing around its magnificent brightness. Shining so bright that all in the land who were outside would be drawn to its light. Vaettir snarled at it. Mostly for ruining the darkness the moon had provided him. It was always easier to travel in complete darkness. Although something inside him began shivering. Not of cold, but of nervousness. What did it mean? Was it a sign or just one of the Immortals displaying their might. Or coul- 

[h3][color=39b54a]NOW![/color][/h3]

Four Humans threw off their white cloaks from their body that they used to camouflage themselves in the snow. They flanked the giant in a square pattern ambush. Vaettir barley had time to turn his head before large chains crossed his body and brought him to his belly. More of the humans threw off their camouflage and began to throw even more chains across Vaettir. The chains began to anchor down by magic. Sealing them to the thick icy floor beneath the snow. They had caught him.

[color=00a651]"Good work everyone!"[/color] [color=00aeef]"We caught him!"[/color] [color=f7941d]"Oh, the payday is gonna be so good! What are you getting with your cut?"[/color] The people began to celebrate. Cheers and laughter began to spark up. It must have taken them a while to plan this and honestly it was quite well executed. The supposed leader of the group, a tall man in full plate armor and carrying a large sword approached Vaettir to speak face to face. He put his boot on Vaettir's head and locked eyes with the primordial Demon. He had a deep voice thunderous voice, one given to a natural born leader. He lowered his head to be only a foot away from Vaettir's own.

"[color=007236]This is it? This is all it took!? Listen to me Demon! You have been captured by Fell Den, Orichalcum Class Adventurer, leader of the Serpent's Keel. You have claimed the life of many Men of this realm, but no longer! I-[/color]" The Man was cut off by a large growl that emanated from the shut mouth of Vaettir. Through his teeth, he uttered "[color=0054a6]You... Forgot... My tail.[/color]". Fell's eyebrows raised, but it was already too late. The bindings that held Vaettir down only wrapped across his body, arms, and legs. When he had initially fallen, he dropped his tail hard into the snow. The darkness of the night aiding in its disappearance. The hand at the end of the tail began to glow purple and raised from the snow, before turning palm down and smashing into the ground. Leaving a deep burning imprint.

Skeletons began to rise from the snow. Clad in black armor and their weapons glowing with hellfire. They completely surrounded the adventures. Matching their numbers. With ease, Vaettir moved his hand and grabbed Fell. Snapping the weak bindings. His whole hand covered the Adventures body and lifted him into the air. The adventures began to form in a defensive circle formation, abandoning their leader to his fate and preparing for the skeletons. Vaettir began to slowly stand, the chains snapping one by one as each part of his body raised higher. When he had been fully released he focused his attention on Fell, moving him just a few inches from his face. "[color=0054a6]You have the honor of being the vessel that is used against your own allies. You have three seconds to pray to whatever god you think will save your damned soul. Goodbye, Fell Den.[/color]"

As promised, in a mere three seconds Fell's body was set on fire. The purple hue of it not burning him, but changing him. Fell began to twist and turn in pain as his body began to Morph into a monstrous beast. His screams were soon muffled by the snapping and churning of his Bones and muscles. In just a few seconds a Death Knight had been summoned in his place and landed on the floor. Turning his eyes on his old companions, the Death knight charged.

After the Undead Monster had finished its slaughter, it returned to its new master. With a quick slash of his wooden blade, Vaettir destroyed his creation. Sending bones flying into the air. This was the third attack in a row since he had left the Forest. The people of the land are beginning to truly hate his existence. Maybe he had to become the monster they wanted. Maybe that will be the only way they left him in peace. Vaettir had time to think about this topic, it was a long walk to the Beam that had peirced the sky.