A huge wall of blazing fire erupted from the ground, immediately setting the group of demons ablaze. The demons roared in pain... and fell. Aethyr stood over the smoldering body of a demon, a wicked grin on his face. "Much too easy." Aethyr turned and walked away from the numerous slain demons cluttering the now charred ground.
Aethyr stepped into his dimly lit home, in the middle of a small clearing, deep inside the forests of Gri'lyn. Numerous candles all around the small home immediately began to burn, casting their flickering glow over the room. Aethyr walked to his chair and sat down. It had been years since his master had died at the hands of the demon, and thousands of demons had fallen since then. Aethyr's quest for power had yielded unimaginable strength and knowledge. He had surpassed even the greatest warlocks of Gri'lyn.
Suddenly the door to Aethyr's home opened and Lyreis stepped through. Aethyr turned and simply nodded. Lyreis smirked, "A pleasure to see you too, Aethyr." Aethyr tossed his twisted blackwood staff on the plush couch and turned to Lyreis, "My apologies. My mind is elsewhere." Lyreis nodded slowly, "Still have yet to find more knowledge and power?" Aethyr nodded, "I have come to realize...that my time here has reached its end. I will take my leave from Gri'lyn and go elsewhere...to fulfill a promise to my master." Lyreis grinned, "You will show outsiders the power of Gri'lyn?" Aethyr nodded, "It was my master's wish that I show others the power that our home holds. That I let them know that we exist... and I shall do just that." Lyreis smirked, "Then go, Aethyr... I shall take over here. Show the outsiders what power we hold." Aethyr turned to Lyreis, his eyes glowing an unnatural yellow, and his face twisted into a sick grin revealing a row of crooked, sharpened teeth. "Indeed."
Aethyr stepped out from the edge of the dark woods where he had remained for the last few months. The twisted blackwood staff in his hand, he looked towards the gates of a large city. Aethyr grinned and began walking towards the gates.
Months passed and Aethyr flew through the ranks of the Mages' Guild. Even tutors of the Covenhouse marveled at Aethyr's raw power and his astonishing control of that power. As Aethyr did every night, he sat in a small room within the Covenhouse, reading through scrolls. Suddenly, a tremendous crash broke the silence of the Covenhouse and Moorgate. Aethyr left the sanctity of the small room and went outside to see what it was that was going on. As he walked neared the Mages' Guild, he saw a large group of giants repeatedly slamming their clubs into the walls. Aethyr sneered. He stepped up and twirled his staff, then struck it straight out... letting loose a towering wave of molten rock and flames. The giants turned barely in time to see their doom as the wave struck the group of giants. The giants howled with pain and the stench of burnt hair and flesh filled the air. Aethyr lowered his staff and walked up to the fallen giants that had attacked his guild. Aethyr chuckled lightly and walked inside the guild.
One evening, as Aethyr was reading through some scrolls he had picked up in the Covenhouse, an old man approached him. "Hello, Aethyr. How are ye this evening?" Aethyr looked up long enough to recognize the old man as the Guildmaster and nodded. "I am fine." The Guildmaster grinned, "I would like to propose an offer to you, Aethyr." Aethyr looked up at him, "What have you to offer me?" The Guildmaster kept grinning. "Your knowledge and power are well known and I would like to offer you a position as a tutor in the Covenhouse. Many warlocks and witches could benefit from your help." Aethyr stood up and held his staff firmly, never taking his eyes away from the Guildmaster. "Very well then. I will teach others true power." Aethyr picked up his scrolls and walked off towards the Covenhouse.
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