[Jacob]

*Setting: Seconds later the King and Sorcerer had appeared in the left tower, were the noise of battle was alot crisper than previous and the stench of death alot more apparant. Nodding his head slightly Lanias then dispersed in a mass of smog, leaving the King alone in the dark room with only the small slits in the wall to let light through.*

Voice: "Ahh, our master has arrived."

The voice was fairly highpitched and came from the floor somewhere, turning the King cast his eyeline down, scanning the floor whilst squinting. As he did the left, yellow eye of some feline beast stepped into the light beaming in from the slitted hold in the wall.

King: "Radcleff? Is that...?"

Radcleff: "Yes, master, yes it is me. And Jolas too."

Even though the King could not see the mouth of his small Summoner, he knew it was smiling. Its visible eye seemed to beam happily upon seeing its masters face.

King: "What are you two doing here, why aren't you outside fighting?!"

Radcleff: "But, master, if we were to fight, we would surely perish. Tiny Summoners such as ourselves cannot fight the evil that presides in those...things."

King: "You are immortal, Radcleff! You have no need to fe..."

Jolas: "There are much worse things than death...master."

The Summoner known as Jolas spoke, its voice was deeper and wiser and as it finished its sentence it added the word 'master' on the end with utmost resentment. Upon finishing its sentence, Radcleff seemed to gasp in horror, speaking hurridly and in panic as its visible eye glanced to a darkened part of the room and then at the King again.

Radcleff: "JOLAS!! Do not interrupt our master!! I beg your forgiveness master, it is the heat of the battle!! It is turning our Jolas bad. He didn't mean to interrupt you, master, i promise he didn't!! I swear, master!!"

King: "Quiet, Radcleff!"

The Kings voice was full of aggitation and for good reason, in the distance he could hear screaming, a screaming far more disturbing than from the rest of the battlefield. Turning to one of the narrow windows he gently stepped upto it, looking out over the battlefield at the bloodstained mud. The Sirenels were closing in. Their foul screeches only being emitted before they attacked. The beings were women, their long white hair flowing behind them in a non-existant wind. Their beautiful physique laden with see through silk and satin robes. Their bodies sailing through the air slowly and gently, only the tips of their toes touching the ground as they seemed to glide effortlessly over the ground, their delicate looking hands gripping large, bloodstained swords. From the distance the King was at, he could not hear their hypnotizing song, but he could hear their bloodcurdling screams of brutality, as his dazed soldiers were cut down easily, the Sirenels swords slicing through armour as if it was bread.

Radcleff: "Don't listen, master, they'll get you that way. Like the got the rest of them. Look, master, cut down like corn."

The wrinkly skinned paw of the small being was cast into light as it stretched out to point behind the Sirenels, its black claw unsheathing slightly. The King looked out behind the females, looking at the mass of sliced metal and bloodied steel.

King: "I should be fighting them. Side by side with my sons, fighting for good and not here, hidden away like some kind of...of..."

Jolas: "Animal, master? Pathetic, cowardly animal?"

King: "Exactly!"

The King, unaware of the bitter tone in Jolas' voice turned to the wooden door that led out onto the wall walk and pulled it open, light cascaded into the room, revealing Radcleffs form. The small being was no bigger than the Kings foreleg. And infact looked immensely like a Sphinx Cat, apart from the small, red jewel in the middle of its forehead and the metallic cuffs on its boney wrists. Its wrinkled furless body saggy and pink. Its Cat-like face, crowned with oversized ears, nervously happy and its big, yellow eyes with slitted pupils darted around anxiously. Quickly it bounded after the King, its legs digigrade [bend the other way], stretching out to grasp his robes, all the while weaving in and out of the Archers who were bustling around, trying to get into the perfect position to fire. Finally grasping the back of the Kings robes with its frail paws, it pulled, trying to stop him from going towards the ladders that led to the ground below.

Radcleff: "NO, NO MASTER!! PLEASE, MASTER!! YOU COULD DIE!! YOU COULD BE KILLED, MASTER!!"

The King turned, swiping at the small beast with his left hand and just clipping its left ear.

King: "GET OFF, RADCLEFF, AWAY!!"

Once more he swiped at the creature, this time hitting it on the side of the face and sending it staggering into the legs of an Archer.

Jolas: "Radcleff is right, master, you could perish. And then where would your Kingdom be? Your sons, if alive, will be shamed. With your death your promise would be broken, your promise of peace and the powers of good ruling the land will surely be meaningless to the other Kingdoms...and slowly, but surely, Evil will take this world, as it has taken so many others."

Jolas stood leaning on the doorway, barely distinguishable from Radcleff, except that he had a narrower face and green eyes.

King: "What do you expect me to do, Jolas?! Sit and wait!? I have to be out there, for my kingdoms sake!!"

His face contorted with desperation, a few Archers seemed to snap out of their attack mode and turn, fairly surprised the King was stood behind them.

Jolas: "I have a solution, master. It will give every kingdom throughout the land cause to...bow to you. Your power would be unrivalled. Your legacy forever told."

He stepped forwards, looKing deeply into the Kings eyes as he spoke, ignoring Radcleffs tremblings as a large boulder hurtled towards were they were stood and then suddenly exploded into dust and rubble upon hitting the magickal barriar that Lanias had produced.

Jolas: "We Summoners are some of the most powerful creatures around, master, only restricted by our masters hold on us."

He slowly raised his wrists, and then slowly pointed to the red jewel in the middle of his forehead.

Jolas: "Giving us permission to use our powers would be...almost certainly beneficial to the battle. The war would surely turn and...the Princes would surely live."

The King looked at the small beast, pondering for a moment, then slowly cast his eye to the battlefield, to were it was clearly visible that Lanias was fighting.

King: "But i have Lanias, and the other Mages, surely th..."

Jolas: "They are mortals, master. Born on one world and destined to stay there...until they die. We, however, can leap into different worlds. Radcleff and i have the power to make you a legend. To crush the enemy like Ants. If only you, our master, would let us."

Radcleff let out a small murmur, looKing into the deep green eyes of Jolas.

King: "Still, i thi..."

Jolas: "What is that i hear, master? The screaming of one of your sons as he perishes on Evils own whim?"

He interrupted the Kings objection and instantly the King rushed to the wall of the wall walk, barging two Archers out of the way as his eyes squinted into the distance. He was quickly followed by Jolas, who gripped the wall with his sharp claws and leant over, looking into the distance also.

Jolas: "No - but it could have been. Or, what if he were to be devoured by the Seeds? His Soul being eaten away as they slowly used him to battle your soldiers. You are losing many-a-warrior, master, it is going to be close even if you do win it, and if you do...what will people say? 'There goes King Rolan - the King who barely won'. I can bring back the dead warriors and make it so you crushed the enemy without losing one..."

Radcleff: "But Jo...ahh!"

As he attempted to speak Jolas' left foot kicked out, impacting with his face and sending him staggering backwards.

Jolas: "A victory such as this one, is no victory at all. But i can make you the King with the flawless victory...you will be told to the children of good as a means to make them brave and train hard and told to the children of evil as a boogie-man story..."

The hairless beast spoke in the Kings ear now, whispering hushly as it smirked out these words. Slowly the King began to nod, seduced by the mere prospect of becoming a figure to look upto, to aspire to. To be known as the King who won the flawless victory against evil.

King: "O-Okay, Jolas. Do it. Do it all."

Jolas: "You must grant us permission, master, tell us we can use our powers."

Grasping Jolas under the arms, the King set him down upon the walk way next to Radcleff and spoke firmly.

King: "I give you two my permission, to use your powers, and crush my enemy."

Jolas' mouth widened, revealing his pointed teeth. Radcleff however merely cast a worried glance at Jolas and gulped heavily. Moments later the red jewels in both their foreheads began to glow, closely followed by their eyes, then, with a bright burst of red light, it was gone. The small rock that had kept them from using their powers had disappeared, leaving them free to use one power between them. Naively, Radcleff quickly hurried to the wall, wanting to use their power and destroy the enemy of his master as soon as possible, but Jolas stopped him, kicking out his leg and tripping his cohort over.

Jolas: "Our kind have endured this pitiful suffering for long enough, and here, it ends. We shall be free from this day forth, and i shall be the savior, no longer will Summoners be mere servants for the mortals. No longer will Summoners like i be forced to give a bit of our Souls to certain Demons. No longer will we live in shackles."

Before the King could react, Jolas had pointed both palms at him and in an immense wave of heat, sent bluey-purply blasts of fire towards him. The King roared with shock and agony, looking down as his robes seemed to be scorched away quicker than a blazing strand of hair. The flames shattering through his chest and blasting out of his back, colouring his pink, wrinkly skin black and dark red. A smile crossed Jolas' lips as he pulled back his arms and watched the King fall to his knees, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Radcleff: "No!! Jolas, what have you done?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE MASTER!! No, no, no, no, no, no...we will surely perish!! His Soul will pass through and inform the Elders!! They'll know of your treachery!! They'll...they'll..."

But Jolas stepped calmly forwards towards the King, looking him in his green eyes and smiling softly.

Jolas: "It is okay, Radcleff, i'll look after his Soul..."

And upon saying this he placed his paws on the side of the Kings head and moved his lips closer to his, he then sucked. Small light blue particles began gently floating into Jolas' mouth, steadily the mouth began to glow a bright bluey-white, but in seconds the mass bulk of the pre-formed Soul had been devoured by Jolas, who's mouth and eyes glowed white for a brief second before returning to normal. Pulling his mouth away from the Kings, he smirked viciously and then let the body drop, falling face first onto the wooden walkway. The Archers had not heard the scream of the King, nor the roar of the bluey-purply fire, for they were too absorbed in the heat of battle, firing their arrows at the nearing Sirenels, desperate to hit them, desperate to stop them. But Jolas cared little for their ignorance and with a wave of his paw caused a blast of fire to explode from beneath them all, many toppled over the wall, others flailed wildly, eventually stepping over the walkway and falling to their deaths. The body of the King lay, motionless and horribly burnt on the wood, Jolas looking down upon it with a severe hate. And as he did so his and Radcleffs metallic cuffs simutaneously snapped off, falling upon the wood and disappearing in a bright blast of light.

Jolas: "We are free, brother. We are free."

Radcleff whimpered, his eyes upon the corpse of his once master.

Jolas: "Now we leave this retched world, freeing more of our kind..."

He brushed past Radcleff, ignoring his muffled cries and hoisted himself up onto the crenelation, placing both of his paws upon the merlon and then his feet on the crenel.

Jolas: "But first..."

He raised his paws into the sky, which immediatly reddened, purple forks of lightening darted across the red horizon, some Knights and other warriors cast their eyes upwards, wondering what was happening. But in seconds they knew and, with a Heart shuddering blast, white hot fireballs fell from the sky, evisorating anything caught in their path. And as Jolas watched, he suddenly vanished in a mass of yellow particles, closely followed by Radcleff...

(OOC: REALLY-REALLY-REALLY LONG i know, and sorry. Also sorry for the crapness of this fic. T'is poo, i know. Get over it, heh.)