Rise of Hell*mann

The sea has captured her heart, but not her mind. Jennidia has lived among the mer people seeking out her destiny. Yet as she wondered off, she left that hope of it behind as she found ruins. Cast out was the darkened land that was once Argoth. She sat on the shores as her hair grew. The color drained from it as white hair flowed from her finger tips. She found bones of dead fish washed upon shore. She fastened them to make a comb.

As she groomed herself a hand reached out, she jumped nearly 3 feet in the air. She looked to see what connected to the hand as she followed the arm, to a shoulder, to a...Cliff? She looked up into the eyes of the Guard of Balsidhe. Her personal protector of Balsidhe. The land of the Fae. He was a great friend of Creag Emmons, the very King of Fae. Her husband. Cliff extended her hand and offered her solitude with him. But what she did not know, is that he had been watching her. He had known of her cast out to sea. Known of her voyage to find her way. The chilling of her heart. He had watched it grow. Watched her body change. He knew that Lilith lived inside her for he too was vampire, and felt the Goddess ever changing inside the fallen angel.

"Come!" he commanded as she followed. They wondered through the woods to the heart of Argoth. Were nothing but ruins stood. Argoth was once ruled by a Dark Mage, named Damian Darkheart. He was once a great Dragon named Witchfire Breed. The Arch Mage of Aglarond. A great ally, and friend to Jennidia when she first came to Aglarond. He taught her much, and she excepted his teachings. Yet one day Witchfire vanished, and the rise of Argoth formed. As it rouse from the earth a great demon formed calling himself Damian Darkheart. No one knew it was the great Arch Mage Witchfire. Only the Guild of Mages knew. Yet they worked around the clock to save the Arch Mage. A seerer named Sabia Sparkle, who had fallen in love with the Arch Mage, did what she could to help. She locked herself into the tower for days working on a cure.

Yet Damian became more and more, of what Witchfire struggled against. As his kingdom rouse many beings of darkness formed. Demons formed through a void brought on by an Elf name Vondred, who was betrayed by an Angel, cast out through time. As this rift was separated it cast out the Chaos Demons. A new era of demon that is uncontrolled, by man or beat. Not even Damian could control these beast.

They began to wonder Argoth. Destroying all who stood in its way. The Drow began to form as they too came forth from their caves, killing off their old llharess *Matrons* they cast off towards the light lands *Aglarond* Great wars were fought, and Damian grew in numbers. But the Chaos Lord dracoth was not a beast to make deals. He drove Damian into the ground as they forged a great war. Demon against darkness. Magic against Ancient will. It was the largest battle that even the angels couldn't stop.

Heaven stood watched as the two beings of great power imploded, and sent Argoth into nothing but ruins. The Drow cast back into the underdark as they prayed to Lloth. Jennidia's brother Cyliss lost faith in the old ways, and left the pit of Hell, forming the great protector Akasha, who is now the Queen of Hell. She stands at the gates in all her glory waiting for an unsuspecting victim.

Yet as the ruins of Argoth began to fade, and become nothing of dark tales. Cliff had begun to set up refuge there. Watching Jennidia as she became the Queen of Siren. He saw her potential, and knew that he wanted to keep her beside himself forever. No matter what The Fae King wanted. She was NEVER to return to Balsidhe.

Not by his hand at least. As he watched and waiting, she grew more and more closer to the shores of Argoth. As she finally arrived he was there. Waiting and ready. He offered her food and shelter as she confided in him, her greatest secrets. Her fears, her dreams. Trusting him as though her was Creag himself. Yet...this being of darkness is far form the Fae King, as he lost it. Unable to take the lust that burned in him, he over powered Jennidia and imprisonment her in an old temple dedicated to the beings of darkness. (Vampires). Deep in the crypts of Argoth Jennidia was raped, beaten, tortured by this..things. Through his lust, he had forgotten his own hunger as he began to weaken. He took it upon himself to feed from Jennidia.

As he did the very essence of Lilith was there, waiting. She laughed as she poured into him. She had watched his brutal attack on Jennidia, and was quiet pleased with herself. So she appointed him her new champion. She filled his veins as he began to change. A hunger for Jennidia became near insanity as he let out a great war like cry. His body shook as it changed, and formed. Wings split from his back. His face pulled, and became taunt with the vision of nothing but death.

Yet even in his transformation, Lilith was still NOT satisfied. She split him in two. Causing a great rift in his entire being. Created Magdalenamarie a female version of Cliff. As he formed a name came with him. The Bauglir; meaning embodiment Death. As Magda became Lammas, the voice of death. As this great change took over Cliff he lifted his arms as he rouse the ruins. Shifting them to rise, and place one by one, and create a GREAT KINGDOM!. The Kingdom of Argoth.

Again he took Jennidia night after night to his bed. She screamed in agony as finally she found herself with child. She prayed for release of this burden as Faun, a Drowess stayed by her side. After the child was born, the Heir of Argoth Edwyrd Constantine she prayed for release. Death, ANYTHING! For she feared the Bauglir would visit her bed again. The Bauglir through her pregnancy erected a great Tower. Were the Sirens, could come to worship their deities.

The night after her pregnancy a being of light visited her, and granted her a wish. It set upon her a Chasity belt, fastened in divine wisdom. The key, unknown and yet to be found. As Jennidia woke to this metal contraption she cried out in happiness. Sure enough the news of this reached the Bauglir as his rage flew. He sent riders to Aglarond the land of light to find out who would enter Jennidia's chambers. Yet none was found. A Kender, Mugen offered to help as Kenders are known for their wisdom in trickery and lock picking. He was able to succeed. The Bauglir payed him in a great bag of silver and sent him on his way. He continued to go to Jennidia's bed as she again tried to find a way from him.

One day lost on the shores of Argoth was a great book. A spell book that could be none other then Hispa's private sorceress books. She took it with her. Through her findings this book possessed great knowledge of dark magic. As she began to sucumb to the book, a great dragon had found her tower, and took refuse outside. He began to visit her. With each passing night, Pheromere, an ancient dragon had taken pity on Jennidia. He offered her a taste of freedom as her Dragon, to fly across the skies. She agreed, but with a price. For a Dragon to offer his saddle they must be bound to one another. Mind, Body, and Soul, they must be united.

Desperate, Jennidia agreed. She took unto this Dragon into herself. A ritual was cast as they created a bond that no mortal can break. They took to the skies. She found her love, her heart among the rocks of Aglarond looking of her, as she went to him. The Fae King, not seeing his wife in decades refused to believe the woman before him. He cast her away. She pleaded with him. He took her home. The talked as she grew weaker, realizing that the tower had a magical hold on her. She was unable to leave it long.

As her, and her Dragon were about to leave back to the outskirts of Argoth. A great light formed. A gentle voice rang out as it called to Jennidia. The sound of a flute could be heart as she shielded her eyes from the sight. "Momma, it's okay. Don't cover your eyes" was all she could hear. Like a gentle lullaby. The Fae King flabbergasted to such a sight called out the being of light. "Wha..What are you?" he spoke. She giggled and told them, that she was their lost daughter. Taken in by Camael himself Jennidia's father. He had named her Cherish.

Creag dropped to his kneels as Jennidia feel to the floor, from exhaustion, the Tower, and sheer mental over load. The girl told her father of how she had been watching over Jennidia and Creag, and how she didn't EVER want to see them apart again. Creag explained to their daughter that I had changed, and that mere love could not save me.

She smiled and sighed. Understanding his words, and his heart. She ascended back to Heaven as she kissed Jennidia on the fore head, and whispered her love for her mother. Jennidia awoke to being returned to her Tower by Pheromere. She was a lost for words, as she sat staring back at her. As a wyrm Pheromere is able to change into any being he wishes. He sat looking at her as a darkened Drow not sure if a large dragon would fit in her chambers. She awake and smiled, yet her thoughts quickly changed as the vision of the night before came forward. Pheromere shook his head as he laied her back to sleep. She nearly passed out as visions of her husband, and her daughter fought in her dreams.

A man came to the Bauglir exclaiming the need to speak with Jennidia. By this time the Bauglir was beginning to grow tired of calling her his Toy, so he devised a new name "His Melendur" As he sent for the Melendur he listened to this hooded man. As Jennidia arrived at the throne room, the Bauglir exclaimed to her of a man wishing to seek her audience. She peered to the man under the hood. She did not recognize him, so she turned to leave. The hooded man spoke "Lady of Balsidhe, don't go" she recognized the voice as she turned to see the man behind the hood. She spoke gently "Vondred?" he nodded "Aye, it's me" smiling as he strode over bowing before Jennidia. She was lost for words, and told him to rise. She asked the Bauglir if they could be alone.

He granted her the right. She left as she followed Vondred to the docks. He stood before his great ship as he made a fire upon the beach. There they sat and began to talk of things of old. He spoke to her of a long journey, but had to return to Aglarond, when he had found the Lady of Fae had been taken, and turned into darkness.

She nodded to his questions, and not once hid from him, what she was. He was enraged, at what she had told him. His rage filled him as he knelt before her. He pulled the hood, and cloak from his body as the very darkness melted from him. He stood before her as a long forgotten Elven Warrior, of a great clan. Long forgotten, yet a proud race.

He stood before her in all his glory as he took her hand in his. He told her of a great love, that he had held back. That the day she married his sanity left him, yet to see the love that the Fae King held it helped him keep his ground. Yet, even in his journey he always stayed near. Watching, making sure that the lady of his heart was safe and well.

Jennidia was unable to handle so much in such few years drew back her hand, and snapped at him in hatred. Her heart has grown so cold that she has lost her will to understand his own love. They argued said a few choice words and departed on the shore. Vondred went to the land of the light the next day, seeking out the Fae King. He told the King of all that he had seen, and the he had returned.

He also felt he need to confess. He told the Fae King, of his love for Jennidia, and how the love of the King kept him sane. The Fae King knowing of Jennidia's beauty understood Vondred's pain, and sighed. He acknowledged that he felt great love for his wife. But he did not believe that she loved him anymore. Vondred contested that untrue, and told the King of her love for him. That her thoughts were unable to stand without thinking a single thought of her King she longed to see.

Creag, beside himself with this discovery sent Vondred back to Argoth to watch over her. To blend in with Argoth itself. Yet as Vondred advanced and grew nearer, Jennidia grew more impatient with him. His lost his will to care, his own heart growing cold. He returned to Aglarond to tell the King that he was unable to be near Jennidia, yet on his way. He lost it, he fell tot he ground and called out his hate for all things. He pulled his dagger and took his own life. As his body began to die he called out to Jennidia. Yet in some strange way, she heart him, and ran to the Bauglir. She told him of a man that was hurt, and was a patron of Argoth.

He agreed to the rescue, and send a demoness, and dragon with Jennidia to aid her in her quest. As they arrived Vondred was already lost. His body lay limp in the sand, as two angels hovered over him. Jennidia enraged drew her sword, and demanded they leave the body at once. They refused. Calling the very abyss of hell, from wench she learned from the book that Hispa has bestowed so graciously upon her, she casted the darkness towards the angels. One knelt to pray for reinforcement, and the other took up arms. Jennidia, fully enraged charged forward. The Dragon spouting fire, and the Demoness with the flames of hell destroyed the two angels before they even lifted a finger. Jennidia picked up the limp body of Vondred, and climbed onto the assisting Dragon.

They returned to Argoth. She took him to the gates of hell, were she asked Akasha to rise his body. Akasha refused, and told her to gain the knowledge herself. Jennidia, nodded, and took him to the ruins below Argoth. The Bauglir kept them to remind her of his lust for her. Yet they did not feel that way to her at the moment. All she could think of was the great power they held. Her son nearby playing her wondered in. The dragon changed, as the Demoness knelt to pray.

Jennidia willed all that she had into Vondred, as did the other three. Edwyrd, Pink, and the Dragon. They called upon the greatness of Hell. It worked, and the very essence of darkness filled Vondred's body. He rouse, and formed a great evil. Near as dark as the Bauglir. He walked towards Jennidia as he extended his hand to her. She nearly jumped out of her skin. She closed the circle and left. The Demoness, stayed with Vondred as did Edwyrd, who instantly took a liking to him. Even still today, he has not left his side.

Jennidia returned to her tower, as she took to her book. Her Dragon Pheromere tried to sooth her, but her mind would not rest. She drained the remaining knowledge form the book as it took her. Pheromere had drifted off to sleep, but when he has awoke Jennidia was gone...

The book had taken her. When will she return?