The Fall of the Dark Citadel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

“Far through the misty plains of old,
The citadel stands and holds,
As tall as mountains,
As wide as villages,
Walls of steel, a Dark Rose
It protects its eternal master,
But it was not to last,
For the race of men will rise,
To overthrow its ruler,
No feast will be held,
This day will forever be remembered as,
A battle, a bloodshed, a dark day,
A red day.”

The Fall of the Dark Citadel

 

Legends tell of a great citadel that stood high above the earth. It's said to be as tall as mountains and as wide as a little village. It was called: Nazarick. With its dark metal walls it protects its eternal ruler. Thaladar, the demon king. Of course, he was not alone. Thaladar had his loyal servants living with him in the citadel. He had his lich, a necromancer, ruler of the dead, Dithir. He had Valissa, vampire lord, ruler of all vampires, the lord of blood. And last but not least, he had Myrana, the most powerful witch in all the lands of Drecalia.

Together these powerful creatures formed: The Brotherhood of the Dark Rose

Together they ruled over Nazarick, but their time was not to last. For the armies of men stood at their doors. A war was about to commence, a bloodbath about to spoil the earth around the Dark Citadel. This story is not about how the citadel managed to survive and endure this war. No. It is about how it fell and how the race of men raised up above their hunters and became predators themselves, how the hunter became the hunted, how these powerful creatures able to do magic, raise the dead and even summon powerful demons, fell against the power of mere mortal men.

 

Far through the misty plains of old,

The citadel stands and holds,”

 

Thaladar walked up to the balcony of the highest floor in Nazarick, looking over the world of men. His stomach turned as he thought of the foul creatures. Unworthy they were, better off dead or as slaves. He turned around wanting to go back inside, when he stopped at the entrance of the door. There was a noise in the distance. It sounded like rythmical footsteps. Yes. They were footsteps. The footsteps of a thousand men, maybe even more. Thaladar felt uneasy as his tail swung slowly from left to right. He turned around once more now facing the outside world again. He slowly walked towards the edge of the balcony, trying hard to look into the distance as far he could. For a few minutes he saw nothing, then out of the thick dark fog they emerged. Like rats from a cave. A human army. Thaladar’s tail stopped swinging abruptly. His eyes lighting up in rage. How could they? Do they really think they can beat me?! He let out a roar, so powerfull the ground around him set a flame. “Dithir! Myrana! Valissa! Up here now!” The tone in his voice did not only show anger, but hate as well.

 

As tall as mountains,

As wide as villages,”

 

“March!” The military commander shouted loud above the footsteps. The ground shook beneath their feet as they marched forward. Armor clattered loud as the pieces hit each other. For a while, it looked like they were headed into nothing. But now, slowly but surely the great citadel, Nazarick became visible through the thick fog surrounding them. The citadel was frightening to look at, it had huge steel towers surrounding one main tower that raised high above the others. The towers were covered in dark emblems and runes. Then in the middle, there was an enormous gate. The gate was high enough to let a full-grown dragon through. “Halt!” As the force stopped the ground trembled one last time. Then there was silence. The wind in their ears, the heavy breathing of the men. Then, a roar. Not a roar a lion or tiger makes when they’re afraid. No. This roar wasn't out of fear, it was out of pure anger, pure hatred. It was meant to strike fear into the hearts of men, to make the ground tremble in agony, to make the mountains shatter. Many of the men were frightened. Who wouldn't be?. They were about to go to war with The Bortherhood of the Dark Rose, a brotherhood of the most dangerous creatures in Drecalia.

“Ahem. Men!” the commander let out a sigh as he looked at the soldiers standing in front of him. “Today, is a day of bloodshed, a day of death. When I look upon your faces, I see fear. But I also see courage and I see heroes. A lot of you think we will not claim victory today, but I believe we will. I believe we have spent enough of our days in the shadows of these monsters. I have seen the power of men first hand, alone we are nothing. But together, we are harder than any rock, faster than the wind, stronger than the giants of old. Together we can rise, together we can defeat this opponent. So I ask you. Rise with me, one last time. And show the foul monsters what man-kind in made of. What say you?!” The men let out their loudest shouts, their loudest battle-cries, as they charged forward ready to assault the citadel.

 

A battle, a bloodshed, a dark day,

A red day.”

 

“You called for us, master?” Myrana asked. Thaladar gave her a quick nod. “We are under siege, those filthy humans have decided to attack us.” Thaladar said in a disgusted manner. “Those filthy rats!” Valissa let out a cry of disgust. “Arm yourselves. We have to defend our home from these impetuous invaders.” Thaladar was worse than angry at this situation. Luckily his servants didn't ask him any more questions. He hadn't noticed that the marching had stopped, until now. He went outside on the balcony again. Only to find the humans were now running towards the base of the citadel. Thaladar did a few steps back, then ran forward and jumped of the balcony. A small crater appeared where he landed. He looked up, his eyes bathing in the flames of hate. He let out a growl. While looking at the terrified expressions in the humans their faces he held up his hand. Flames appeared in the shape of a scythe. When the flames disappeared he held a real scythe in his hand. The Essense Reaver. A demonic weapon. It harvested the souls of anything it killed, only to send it to the depths of hell. It was completely black, with a slightly lighter tinted blade. On the beginning of the blade was an emblem of a rose. A dark rose. Thaladar grinned as he saw the reaction of the men. His tail was swinging from left to right in a rhythmic manner, then suddenly he leaped. Striking a few of the men in his way. They started to burn, blue flames coming out of their eye sockets, their noses, their mouth. Their souls were burning in the flames of hell. The men screamed and cried in agony. Then they went quiet. Their empty bodies fell to the floor. Eyeless and expressionless. “Who's next?” Thaladar asked in a challenging and playful manner. He loved this feeling, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Hearing the men scream out in agony. He had to buy his servants some time. Soon enough they would come out to play for themselves. He leaped once more, sending more of the enemies forces to burn in hell. He kept striking down his foes. Then all of a sudden, the day went dark. It became as dark, as the darkest nights. Blue lights lit up every now and then, signifying the souls that were getting sent to hell. Then, a big red moon appeared. The Blood Moon. This moon gave immense power to the bloodsucking vampires. To summon such a moon, an incredible amount of power is needed. Only one vampire in this world had the strength to do so. Her name, was Valissa. The battle paused as the moon gave everything a red tint. The men looked up to see shades and shadows fly over their heads. Vampires. They were coming for them. “That took you long enough…” Thaladar could sense Valissa approaching behind his back. “I’m sorry, the vampires took their time arming up. I even killed a few because they were too slow.”

Valissa apologized. You could hear the screams of the men as they tried to battle the vampires. A horn sounded in the distance. It was a high tone, signaling something to the troops. Then something remarkable happened. The vampires started losing. They were cut down one by one. Thaladar was angrier than ever. He let out another roar, once again setting the ground around him on fire. But something happened. The fire was put out. A cold wind came from the citadel. It was Dithir, the lich. A disturbing laugh was heard. Then a lot of little blue lights came from the ground. It were the eyes of the dead. They raised up. More screams were heard. The men truly frightened by this terrifying spell.

As the men battled their old comrades, another horn sounded in the distance. This time a lower tone. The men fled from the battle. Thaladar laughed. Then they stopped. Big fiery rocks came flying through the sky, smashing down on the raised army. They hadn’t fled the battle, they merely made way for the fiery rocks. A lightning strike. The rocks shattered in mid-air. The catapults from which they were fired lit up in flames. There was only one person who could cast such powerful spells. Myrana, the most powerful witch. They are hopeless now, Thaladar thought to himself. He turned his head towards the citadel. Myrana was standing on top of outer wall, above the gate. They won’t be able to reach her there. Right as Thaladar thought that, he saw a flash of light. It was a sword, flying through the air in a rapid speed. It pierced Myrana, right through the chest. She fell from the wall, smashing on the ground. She was dead. Thaladar quickly turned his head around to the army, who were now charging at them again. Then he saw, a ballista. They fired a sword from a ballista? He thought to himself. He looked towards his servants. He didn’t speak, he just nodded. They charged into the human army. Both sides fought recklessly, but one side fought better. These men, overcome with fear, overcome with anger, overcome with sadness. They weren’t just men. They had woken up the beasts inside them. The savage instincts led them to victory. They struck down Valissa. A wooden spear, through her heart. They struck down Dithir. They shot him with fiery arrows, burning him to the ground. Thaladar however was stronger than both of them. The fight was long and hard, until one hero hit him in his weak spot. He managed to cut off the demon’s tail, weakening it severely. Thaladar sunk to his knees. Hanging on the his scythe so he wouldn’t fully collapse. The military commander walked up to him. He held a sword at the demon’s throat. “Go to hell…” Thaladar said. The commander laughed. He pulled back his sword ready to swing and behead the demon, when something happened. The demon’s veins started glowing. Bright red. The commander looked the demon in his eyes. They were becoming more and more red. A huge explosion. All the men were turned to ashes. The citadel collapsed. The ground trembled as the huge metal parts hit the surface.

The battle was over. Neither men, nor demon was victorious. This was a day of bloodshed. A day that will forever be remembered as a dark day. No feasts will be held upon this battle. Stories will be written in sadness. Songs will be sung to remember the sacrifice these brave men have made for the future of mankind.

 

Far through the misty plains of old,

The citadel stands and holds,

As tall as mountains,

As wide as villages,

Walls of steel, a Dark Rose

It protects its eternal master,

But it was not to last,

For the race of men will rise,

To overthrow its ruler,

No feast will be held,

This day will forever be remembered as,

A battle, a bloodshed, a dark day,

A red day.”


Submitted: September 17, 2015

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