[b][center]Lucilia Riovas[/b][/center]

The demons were at her mercy now, of which she has none for them. Upsah's power was being sapped by her amber, Orleah would be crushed underneath rubble, and Heus was in no position to truly escape, not once she is finished with the other two. She didn't waste time exchanging insults or quips; she had her briar vines crush Upsah until his mangled body was ripped bit by bit. For Orleah Lucilia had her roots wrapped around her legs tight, to break them, and to ensure that the she-demon did not flee. Once they were dead, she could assist Grey in putting down Heus. But not all went as planned.

Suddenly a portal from the Inferno Ripped open, and out from it came another Demonmancer, Tyrael. Following after him was Rathel, one of Khan's other demons. Lucilia's fury boiled. Was he the cause of all of this? Surely not, for even his loyalty to the college was at least as great as hers... But than again, supposedly these demons were suppose to be loyal to their masters as well. And look how that turned out. From his hidden position Lucilia had tree branches shoot out from above to grab Tyrael, but Rathel interfered. He even loosened the bindings on Upsah, saving him from being crushed. Though there was no saving him from the Amber which had engulfed the demon. [b]"You bastard! What have you done!?"[/b] Her voice echoed through the hall, the anger in her voice so furious it was almost irritating.

But the demons ignored her. Tyrael saved Orleah only to attack her next, seemingly strangling the she-demon. Rathel's magic made it difficult for her to try to kill the both of them at the same time, as Rathel was counter acting each one of her magics whenever she tried to use it. Even when she tried to release some gasses to fill the room, Rathel used her own plants to absorb the fumes before they got out of control. He had turned Lucilia own advantage and a liability. This forced her to take immediate action; she knew that trying to slay Tyrael would only be met with resistance from Rathel. But if they were hostile, than Uicle could deal with them. Right now she chose a different target, one she could do more damage against; Heus.

Lucilia saw Grey leap into the air to bring his shield down onto Heus's head. Admirable effort, but slow going. Lucilia helped by making an Iron Wood tree grow below Heus. Using her magic, she made the tree grow rapidly and in the shape of a fist to hit right underneath Heus's head, at the same time Grey would slam down onto the giant demon's cranium. If Lucilia could take him out at least, that would be one less demon to deal with as she goes after the others.

[b][center]Tyrael Marchosias[/b][/center]

Tyrael smashed his palm into Rathel's face. Not a necessary part in taking over him, but just an insurance in the event Rathel still had the urge to fight back. [b]"Stop."[/b] Tyrael forced his will through the demon's body. Without Khan to control Rathel, and due to Rathel's own addled state, taking control of the demon was fairly easy for Tyrael. But he didn't cut any corners; Rathel may be one of the more reasonable of Khan's demons, but he was still one of Khan's demons, which meant great power. Tyrael gripped Rathel's face hard enough that he was beginning to crack it, but this way not only could Tyrael gain a better control over Rathel's will he could make sure Rathel didn't try to kill Tyrael or himself. The vines stopped growing, eroding into dried husks or simply slinking back into the darkness. The process of commanding another Demonmancer's demon was excruciatingly painful for the demon, but than again, the entire relationship between mortals and demons had bases in agony and suffering. Rathel should consider himself fortunate that Tyrael only needs to hurt him physically, instead of trying to break him with his words.

By the time Rathel's body dropped to the floor his mind was considerably more clearer, aside from the pain that usually comes with getting your face crushed. Tyrael himself was fairly winded, but he still had the power to fight inside of him. Helping the demon to his feet, Tyrael tore a portal into the Inferno. [b]"You can explain to me what happened at another time. Right now we need to save Khan and defeat the other demons. With any luck the other teachers are already on that."[/b] Giving the demon a chance to rest and do some minor repairs to itself, the two jumped into the portal, traveled across the Inferno, and exited out of another portal right into the fight with the other demons. Satori had managed to tell Tyrael were the other three demons were, near Khan's room, so he made the quickest path there. But once he got there, the situation was tense and fast pace. From a mere observation he could see that Lucilia's magic was at work, Upsah being wrapped in her vines while Orleah bound to the ground. Only Heus seemed relatively free, and he was in battle against one of the knights of whom Tyrael did not recognize. What caught his attention most was that Upsah was about to die; this would not be good. 

[b]"Rathel!"[/b] Giving the demon his command through magic, Rathel proceeded to counter act Lucilia's magic and prevent her from killing Upsah. The Amber was left alone, as it allowed Upsah to be inactive. What caught Rathel off guard more was when Lucilia tried to attack Tyrael. Quick on his feet Rathel took control of the same branches and had them avoid the fallen orc. At the same time, Tyrael came to Orleah's aid, launching himself towards the boulder that threaten to crush her. Using his strength, he spiked the rubble into the ground. Than he landed on Orleah and threw her to the ground, where Tyrael wrapped both his hands around her neck and face. He wasn't trying to kill her, but he quickly attempted to take over her will just as he's done with Rathel. She would certainly put up more of a fight though, but Rathel was still able to assist by binding her arms together so that she wouldn't claw at Tyrael as he forced his will onto her. The real issue wasn't the demons at this point; it was Lucilia. Tyrael figured that her hate against demons finally gets a chance to vent, but right now he did not want to have to argue with her the morality of demons. As soon as they could ensure Khan's safety, she can rant all she wants about her demon-hate.

[b][center]The Bad Guys[/b][/center]

After Alaria cleared the demon from the Infirmary, the guardsmen were forced to draw back. They did not have enough men there to move forward without weakening the defense of the Infirmary, and there was too many demons running amok to risk trying to bring everyone from the Infirmary to the Dinning Hall. So the guardsmen quickly filed into the Infirmary and set up a kill zone for any demon who tried to enter, while the healers used a variety of runes and clever stacking to board up their windows. Just in time as well, as shortly after the death of the Amorphous Demon, more tried to break in. They were repelled long enough that they went for easier prey, while demons who tried to break through the front entrance was met with a wall of spears, and shortly after a trip back to the Inferno. The healers worked fervently trying to aid everyone as quickly as they could, but most were with the guardsmen making sure they were in their best shape to fight. Sam and a few others tended to the rest of the inhabitants of the Infirmary in the meantime.

At the Dinning Hall, the demon waves were getting repelled with more efficiency as more guardsmen and students rallied there. While a majority of the guard was still outside fighting, a good two hundred or so managed to get into the Dinning Hall, ready to charge on the teacher's order. Uicle's Golem's helped immensely in their defense, as they could compete with the demon's immense strength, coupled with their own unique abilities and auxiliary support from the guardsmen. Tyrael's demons did their best to cull the horde, but with Tyrael's orders for all demons to be killed, many were beginning to intentionally flee into the Inferno to escape the pain of death. Soon only about a hundred or so of Tyrael's demons remained, spread too far out to help each other and relied on the confusion to not be killed by their own allies. However, while the college was rallying it's own defense force, the demons were getting ready for their own big offensive. Most who weren't running rampant around the college was well aware of the threat in the Dinning Hall, and either for glory or for survival, many of the demons were gathering together. Luckily hardly any of them had the charisma or smarts to lead such a large force; either they will all come attacking in one unorganized mass, or just send in smaller, slightly more organized groups in time and time again, thinking they could win a battle of attrition. Many of the stronger demons were already gathering together, but with this gathering came a flaw the college could exploit. The demons needed a leader, and so they began to fight amongst themselves to decide who will command the horde. This would give those in the Dinning Hall some time to form up and attack, but it will only be a matter of time before one of the demons stands victorious and sends the demons to attack.

Meanwhile, outside with the Masked Demon, those gathered would only get a few moments to rest. Without the massive beast threatening their lives, other demons saw this as a good chance to get easy pickings, like the Amorphous Demons who previously tried and failed to invade the Infirmary. Not only that, but quickly and violently, the mass corpse of the Masked Demon exploded, and out from it came a small, naked, blue-looking imp, without a face. It was the true form of the Masked Demon, and only a little bit bigger than Haklo, but with none of the strength. He needed to go find more demons and steal their faces in order to regain it's power, and it fled just as three of the Amorphous Demons came down to finish off the rest of the fighters.

Norschtalen opened the door to the Archmage's room. The highest point in the college, the perfect place to bring an end to it. From what her master had told her, the Archmage was deathly ill; no doubt she would meet him, and he would attempt to stop her. But she believed that Kudd was protecting her, so not even the strength of the Archmage could do her harm. Conceited, she strode through the Archmage's room, seeking the balcony. It was quite vast, with enough space to hold up to thirty people. It gave a brilliant view of the world around the college, a view that Norschtalen considered only the beginning to Kudd's reign. Reaching into her blouse, the vampire took out a small white amulet. It was bare and featureless until she bite into her thumb and wiped some of her blood on it. The Amulet absorbed the blood and formed a seal, and amulet, and began to glow bright red. [b]"Poor, petty mortals. Your struggle will be the siren's song of the college... A new age will unfold. No gods. No Masters. Only Kudd."[/b]

[b][center]Khan[/b][/center]

Deep below the college grounds vampires struggled to keep Khan alive. No amount of healing magic or medical procedures seemed to halt his bleeding. They could barley slow it down, and were going through supplies just trying to keep up. All the while, in Khan's mind, he had a guest. An old friend. The one who made this all possible. [b][i]"Mors certa, vita incerta.[/i] You know this well, don't you? Wake up. Wake up and smell the ashes."[/b] When Khan opens his eyes, he would not be in the college. He would wake up in the Inferno, but something was off. If he looked behind him, he would see a plane of hellfire and brimestone. But just a little bit more to the left, he'd see a lush jungle, full of the worse nature has to offer to the world. Next to it was a dark, ocean abyss, and the eldritch abominations that rest within. These and much more surrounded Khan, leaving an impression that he's not in one particular location itself. The smell of ashes was more occasional than constant. [b]"It's almost that time of the year again. How have you been, since I've last seen you?"[/b] Ahead of Khan was a figure. At first glance, it looked like a Narsean human in a white suit from ages long past. But that only lasted for a glance, before the form changed. What it changes into changes with each blink, each time Khan takes his eyes off of him for even just a millisecond. Eventually, for simplicity, the form took on a vague humanoid outline in a white suit. No, white was not the right world. It was an absence of color, but even white could not describe it. It was simply rendered as white, as far as mortal eyes could perceive. [b]"Sit down... Take a breather. You will be here for some time."[/b]