Into the Sun

Jennidia has been working and watching over man, but as she watches over them they wonder off into areas that she tries not to venture into. A new land has been formed in Aglarond. Is it called Argoth. The land of Darkness. The pit of hell is in the bowls of this forsaken land. The ruler of this abyss of darkness is "Damian Darkheart". He is a Dark Mage. He also formed the teaching of the Dark Mages. Jennidia being known as a "retired" Mage. She still feel the sting of magick running through her. As she reads and continues to learn of this "Argoth" she is given word that her husband is working on something. He sends scrolls out every day to various people. She never likes to bother him when he is in one of his rants for she knows that if he is upset in the worst forms of manors that he will not leave his rage. Something about Fae's. When they want to do something. It will get done at all cost. So she learned to stay out of his "Warpaths"

Reading on her council scrolls and thinking on what to do for the people of Aglarond confused and watching the clouds form in Argoth, she listens to her husband wonder around aimlessly muttering to himself. Watching him stop occasionally to jostle something down then to pace again. The loft upstairs was turned in to a thinking room since Creag decided that he has some changes he wished to present to the Simbul of Aglarond. There is much that he has in mind, but Jennidia herself is trying to keep her mind busy from the screams she now hears in Aglarond.

She left Creag to his rambling and went to visit Argot to provoke peace among the King, and as he was about to speak with her something set him off, and he called out for her demise. She fleeted for her life but felt more distraught then ever. "How to save mankind with this darkness" she taught as she rose to the heavens. Finding a demon was still hot on her feet she landed on Aglarond soil. He call out for peace as she agreed to meet with him. She noticed something strange as he approached her. He looked familiar under the cloak of darkness he wore. He moved his hood back and smiled through a darkened face. Yet his frame was still there. It was Vondred. He had been gone from Aglarond for a long time, and she had not thought to ask of his disappearance, for many people of Aglarond have been missing.

He spoke to her of a treaty that he wished to forge with Aglarond. A peace of neutrality between the Angels, and the Demons. She listened as he asked for the blood of an Angel. Horror filled her face as a long time friend of hers asked her for blood of a divine being. A being of light. He told her how this angel called himself the "Fist of God" she listened in disgust as Vondred told her that this was a "Fallen" Angel and covers himself in robes to hide among the divine. She screamed for him to stop but his voice only grew stronger. He spoke of how he was killed. Sent to an abyss of darkness to find himself. She listened, and was confused but listened.

She called him a false friend, and a demon speaking of darkness to fill her heart of her brothern. He kept on talking as if her words were dust. He spoke of a breed of a new demon arising. Stronger, faster without words or remorse rising. An angel of Death being born, and the death of her brothern would stop this. He pleaded with her to bring this angel to him so that he can be cast into the void. She refused, confused and hurt. Never had she taught that Vondred of all beings would ask such a thing of her. He finally lost his nerve with her and screamed out. "LOOK AT ME! THIS IS WHAT HE DID TO ME! LOOK AT YOUR ANGELS WORK! HE BETRAYED ME, YOU. LOOK!" He turned pulled back his cloak as a darkness filled her vision of a massive form of wings pulled from his flesh. He took to the air, and from sight.

She slowly flew home. She walked through the door and went straight to bed. To much for her Angelic mind to gather at the moment.