I stood next to the demon Nightmare, the sprawling grounds of the orders castle was in front of me, the air was cold and you could see our breath as snow fell around us. I look slowly to my left as the sound of werewolves can be heard howling in the distance as they stalk whatever unlucky being was to be there next victim. Nightmare steps forward as I turned my head back towards him. He was facing away from me looking into the distance and I knew exactly what he was doing, thinking. He was calculating the distance the sound from the werewolves had traveled. They had no idea while they were stalking there prey they we the potential prey for something, someone much more fearsome even by there own terrifying standards.


I know in current fictional form of TV show's and movie's, werewolves do strike fearsome sights but they are all fictional, nobody in the "REAL WORLD" believes these beasts actually exist and for the few conspiracy theorist that speculate, they have no idea of the real truth. You see most people are right. Werewolves do not exist in the so called "REAL WORLD", but they do here, I have seen them and I have seen them and there most fearsome. You see where I was at this point of my life was a different world to the one you all know, a darker world, a world even more dangerous than our own. There wasn't the threats that our world may face, but there was something much worse. there was The Order of The Demons.


The Order were the God's of this world, they were of human form, but they were far from human. One thing for sure though they were the top of the food chain. There were humans just like you and me populating what I will from here on refer to as world 2 but they were the lowest form of life to frequent the plant. You see on a planet with little vegetation and only ferocious beast's roam the land it is hard for mortal human's to hunt for food.


The Castle of the Order is located in the darkest coldest part of world 2, high in the mountains. The grave yard of the souls that the demons had cleansed spread for miles upon miles. Nobody and nothing would enter the large gates that lead into the castle ground's as they were surly to be slaughtered as soon as the took there first step. The werewolves shared the same island as the demons but they would not enter the grounds for fear of the demons. The humans of this particular island stayed close to the sea there boats tied up ready to flee encase of an attack from a pack of wolves. These attacks were few and far between, as the werewolves would very rarely venture down from the mountains as there was enough prey for them to feast on throughout the rest of the island which was a relief for the humans as if even just one werewolf with its 16 foot long body head to tail attacked the entire village would be wiped out if they hadn't got onto there boats to escape to sea.


There was a rumor of a myth among'st the human's that prevented them from leaving the island, they would share stories of other islands there ancestors and other previous beings from there villages had tried to escape the order and the werewolves to newer land to only find beasts that make the werewolves look like your pet rabbit, the descriptions of large predators, big teeth, leathery skin, with defining screams and roars, stalked the other islands feeding on everything they could get there hands on, or mouths on I should say. I am talking about our worlds long extinct Dinosaurs. In world 2 the myth is there are still very much alive and flourishing and according to the humans the only people or things to ever defeat one was the demons of The Order, and if one ever landed on the demon island, The Demon council would send one of its member down to destroy it. Not that anyone had ever seen this in person, but none the less the humans were stuck because of the fear for there own lives.


I hear Nightmare loudly take in a deep breath as he takes in the sent of his possible prey. If the dumb ogre that the werewolf is stalking panics and crosses into the castle grounds and the werewolf excited for its feed doesn't notice and follows him in then it will be game over for both of them, Nightmare will have slaughtered them before they realized they had made the mistake. Oh yeah there were ogres in world 2 as well, in fact the majority population of the island were the ogres, the damn disgusting thing's. There not as world 1 people would envision an ogre, they weren't green like Shrek but looked more like the evil Gremlins for the classic 80's movie of the same name but of a larger size and they bred at such a rapid rate that despite them being one of the lowest on the food chain you wouldn't notice that what must be hundreds of them were killed everyday.


I could sense disappointment behind Nightmare's mask as he turned back to me, either the werewolf had caught the ogre or they hadn't ventured into the castle land. Since Nightmare and myself had destroyed the order by murdering the other members what seemed like months ago we had not left the castle grounds, Nightmare had not said a word, he had just sat in the thrown of demon's that once was occupied by his master or stalked the castle grounds much like we were doing on this day.


He walked towards me then past me pushing me back slightly with his shoulder causing me to turn and I followed him back towards the large wooden door that entered the castle. The doors opened automatically as we approached and walked through, they then slow closes behind is again.


We stepped into the great hall of the demon's and Nightmare again stopped. He turned to me asking me to go to the armoury and fetch him his blade, and to bring one for myself as well. I nodded and turned to leave, as I was almost at the door I heard him approaching behind me quickly, I didn't react in time and he soon had me grabbed from behind around my neck.


Struggling to escape, I began to fade.

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