After their discussion about Diana, the conversation gradually shifted to the loss of their beloved dragon, Nightmare. Both of them were struggling to come to terms with his death, and the pain was still raw and intense. Gaya started talking about the times they spent with Nightmare, how he was always there for them, and how he had been more than just a dragon.
"I miss Nightmare, Michael," she said softly, her voice heavy with sorrow. "I can't believe he's gone."
"I miss him too. It's like a part of me is missing," Michael continued. "He was more than just a dragon, Gaya. He was my companion, my friend, my family. Losing him is like losing a part of my soul."
Gaya nodded in agreement, her eyes glistening with tears. "I keep thinking about all the times we spent with him. The way he would always fly around us, the warmth of his scales under our fingertips."
Michael closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears. "I know, Gaya. He was more than just a dragon to us. He was family."
They both fell silent, lost in their own thoughts and memories of Nightmare. The pain of his loss was still fresh, and they couldn't come to terms with the fact that he was gone forever.
Dragons and Nagas were not known to be fond of each other's kind. They had a long history of hatred and conflicts. However, Gaya and Nightmare's relationship was different. Gaya had known Nightmare since he was a little baby dragon, and over time, they formed a bond that was unbreakable. At first, Gaya didn't take a liking to the dragon, but as time went by, she began to see him in a different light.
As a young dragon, Nightmare loved to play, and Gaya found herself in the midst of his antics more often than not. She remembered one particular day when they were having a playful fight in a field. She was in her nagini form, slithering around while Nightmare was flying around her, playfully trying to catch her tail.
But then, Nightmare had a mischievous idea. He flew down low, and with a swift movement, he snatched Gaya's tail in his mouth and started dragging her along the ground. Gaya let out a yelp of surprise but soon realized that Nightmare was just playing with her.
Despite their species' inherent hatred towards each other, Gaya and Nightmare formed an unlikely bond. Gaya had known him since he was just a little baby dragon, and over time, they had become close. She remembered how he used to follow her around and how he would always nudge her for attention.
Thinking back on that memory brought tears to Gaya's eyes. She had lost a dear friend and companion, which deeply hurt her.
As they mourned the loss of their beloved dragon, a gust of cold wind swept through the desolate landscape, causing Michael to tense up. He had a feeling that they were not alone in this dark realm. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he scanned the surroundings, looking for any signs of danger.
Gaya noticed the sudden shift in Michael's expression and knew that something was amiss. She quickly reached for her bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed it at the source of the disturbance. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as she prepared to unleash a deadly shot.
The eerie silence was broken by the sound of faint footsteps approaching them. Michael and Gaya heard a low growl from the darkness as the footsteps grew closer. They braced themselves for an attack.
When Gaya turned to face the source of the gust, she heard a low growl that sent shivers down his spine. Suddenly, the ground cracked open and a hand emerged, dripping with a dark, putrid slime. The stench was unbearable, and she had to cover his nose to avoid retching. The hand gripped the edge of the crack and pulled up a figure that was beyond horrific.
The figure was covered in the same dark puss that dripped from its hands, oozing out of every orifice in its body. Its eyes glowed red with a fierce intensity, and its sharp teeth were bared in a menacing snarl. Its skin was stretched taut over its skeletal frame, and it moved with a strange, unnatural grace.
Michael could feel his heart racing as he took a step back, but Gaya stood her ground, her arrow pointed directly at the creature. The figure let out a chilling, otherworldly laugh that made the hair on the back of Michael's neck stand on end.
"What are you?" demanded Gaya, her voice steady and unwavering.
The figure merely laughed again, its voice sounding like a thousand tortured souls screaming in unison. It took a step forward, and Michael could feel the air around them grow colder with each passing moment.
This was no ordinary creature, Michael realized. It was a being of pure evil, sent to torment them in this godforsaken realm. He tightened his grip on his sword, ready to defend himself and Gaya at any cost.
The figure emerged from the ground like a grotesque nightmare, its body oozing with dark, putrid pus that dripped onto the ground like acid. Its eyes, blood-red and piercing, fixated on Michael with a gaze that sent chills down his spine.
"Behold what you have wrought," the figure snarled, its voice a low growl oozing with malice and vengeance. "I am a vengeful hell walker, thanks to you." The creature's voice sounded like a chorus of tormented souls, each one crying out in agony and hatred. Michael remained resolute, his face stoic despite the terror that threatened to overwhelm him.
The figure's voice was a disturbing blend of mournful wailing and seething malice, sending shivers down Gaya's spine.
The hell walker's skin was pitch-black, peeling off in some places, revealing the pulsating flesh underneath. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent red light, and its voice sounded like a cacophony of screeching metal and tortured souls.
"Can't you see who I am in this form, Ghost?" it snarled, saliva dripping from its mouth. Michael could sense the hatred and rage emanating from it but couldn't recognize the hell walker's identity, hidden beneath its grotesque appearance.
The hell walker's body convulsed, and its limbs elongated as if trying to escape its own skin. Its eyes locked onto Michael's, and a shiver ran down his spine as he saw a glimpse of recognition in them. Could it be someone he knew before? Michael wasn't sure, but he knew one thing for certain - this hell walker was out for revenge, and he was the target.
Michael didn't fear the hell walker as one might have, but what surprised Michael was the hell walker's power. His power seemed to grow with time, and something told Michael the hell walker's power depended on his hatred toward him. As Michael looked at the hell walker, trying to figure out his identity, the hell walker decided to reveal his identity, his identity before he died and was sent to the realm of hell.
"Peter...Peter Belefort...heir of the Belefort family," he spat out. "That was before you brutally murdered me and turned me into this vengeful hell walker," his voice grew even more hostile with each passing moment.
Gaya's eyes widened in shock as the identity of the hell walker was revealed. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The name 'Peter Belefort' echoed in her head, and she felt a chill run down her spine. She stood there, frozen in shock, her mind unable to process the truth that had just been revealed.
"You humiliated me, stripped me of my dignity, and made me a laughingstock. You imprisoned me, and made me a subject of ridicule. But that wasn't enough for you, was it? You killed me in front of my own sister, and now I am cursed to suffer as a vengeful hell walker!" Peter's voice was filled with pain, anger, and hatred. He was no longer the person he used to be. He had been transformed into a monstrous abomination fueled by his thirst for revenge against Michael. No trace of humanity was left in him, only a seething rage that threatened to consume him completely.
Peter's voice suddenly turned into a peal of maniacal laughter that echoed across the mountain. Gaya shuddered at the sound, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Peter's laughter soon turned into words dripping with malice.
"I have dreamed of this moment every day since I arrived in this hellish realm. I have dreamed of the many ways I would torture you, Ghost. I will tear you limb from limb, drink your blood, and feast on your flesh. I will make you suffer beyond your wildest imagination. And when I am done, I will repeat everything again," Peter's voice was filled with blood-curdling rage.
As he spoke, he described in vivid, gory detail how he would torture Michael, making Gaya's stomach churn with disgust and fear.
With an unwavering gaze, Michael delivered a cold and unyielding message to the vengeful hell walker before him. "You made the grave mistake of crossing me in life, and now you're paying the price in death. Let this be a lesson to anyone who dares to challenge me." Despite the shock of learning the hell walker's true identity as Peter Belefort, Michael showed no fear or hesitation. The loss of his beloved dragon Nightmare and the betrayal of his mother had already filled him with a wave of unbridled anger, making Peter's threats seem like nothing more than a mere annoyance to Michael.
"Michael's voice dripped with coldness as he addressed Peter, "You are not the only one who transformed into something else, Peter," A dark shroud began to envelop Michael, emanating a sense of foreboding that made the very air around them grow heavy. The glow of his eyes changed to an ominous mix of red and black, and as his power surged, the area around them began to darken. The ground shook, and a gust of wind started to pick up, hinting at the immense power Michael held within him. It was a glimpse of the Dark Lord's power, which was more than enough to unnerve Peter.
With a fierce determination in his eyes, Michael unsheathed his dark sword from his back, the blade glinting in the dim light of the underworld. In one swift motion, he dashed at Peter, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. Peter tried to dodge, but he was too slow. The sword sliced through him, cutting him in half.
A torrent of black pus spilled out of Peter's body, coating Michael in the foul-smelling liquid. But Michael didn't flinch. He stood there, his sword still in his hand, watching as Peter's two halves fell to the ground.
The hell walker's screams filled the air, but they were quickly silenced as his body turned to ash and was carried away by the wind. Michael stood there for a moment, his eyes still glowing with the power of the Dark Lord.
Just when Gaya thought the nightmare was over, the ground beneath them started to rumble once again. Gaya's eyes widened in disbelief as the crack in the ground widened, and Peter emerged from it, good as new. He laughed menacingly, and Gaya could see the hatred in his eyes.
"You thought you could defeat me that easily? I'm afraid it's not that simple this time," Peter said, his voice dripping with malice.
Gaya's heart sank as she realized Peter would not go down so easily.
Michael slowly turned around and saw the hell walker standing before him as good as he was before Michael cut him in half. Michael knew it wouldn't be that simple to kill a hell walker. As Peter manically laughed, Michael cracked his neck and prepared for another round.
Michael slowly turned around and saw the hell walker standing before him, completely unscathed despite being cut in half moments before. Michael knew that it wouldn't be easy to kill a hell walker, especially one filled with so much hatred. As Peter's maniacal laughter filled the air, Michael remained unfazed and calmly cracked his neck, signaling his readiness for another round.
"Don't be too happy, Peter. I killed you once, and I can do it again," Michael said with an air of confidence as he readied his sword for another strike. Peter only continued to laugh as he slowly approached Michael
As Peter stepped toward Michael, he noticed a strange transformation happening to his body. A dim, eerie purple glow emanated from the center of the hell walker's body. Moreover, while Peter stepped closer to Michael, an evil sword materialized in his hand. The sword appeared to be made of black puss and pulsated with an ominous, evil energy. The sword seemed to draw power from the death aura surrounding them, as though it were fueled by the very essence of the realm they were in.
Peter swung his black sword toward Michael with immense force, vowing to make him suffer before he moved on to Gaya. But Michael, with his fast reflexes, evaded each swing effortlessly. As the two fought, Peter began to taunt Michael with threats to harm Gaya once he was done with him.
"I'll make sure she suffers for every wound you've inflicted upon me," Peter growled, his eyes burning with malice. "I'll make her scream and beg for mercy."
Michael remained calm and focused during the fight, but when he heard Peter threaten Gaya, an uncontrollable rage filled him. His power exploded through the roof as he stopped evading Peter's sword swings and grabbed him by his hands, crushing them with his inhuman strength. The evil sword fell to the ground as Peter screamed in agony.
Without mercy, Michael grabbed Peter's head and squeezed it with brute force, causing it to explode into a shower of bloody black mist. The mist fell to the ground, staining the ground with the corrupted remnants of the vengeful hell walker.
Unfortunately, Peter's body began to reform, and in moments he was once again standing before Michael. His body was once again covered in dark puss, but he looked stronger than ever. Michael could see the eerie purple glow in the center of Peter's body had grown brighter.
"Is that all you got?" Peter snarled at Michael. His voice filled with malice.
After their discussion about Diana, the conversation gradually shifted to the loss of their beloved dragon, Nightmare. Both of them were struggling to come to terms with his death, and the pain was still raw and intense. Gaya started talking about the times they spent with Nightmare, how he was always there for them, and how he had been more than just a dragon.
"I miss Nightmare, Michael," she said softly, her voice heavy with sorrow. "I can't believe he's gone."
"I miss him too. It's like a part of me is missing," Michael continued. "He was more than just a dragon, Gaya. He was my companion, my friend, my family. Losing him is like losing a part of my soul."
Gaya nodded in agreement, her eyes glistening with tears. "I keep thinking about all the times we spent with him. The way he would always fly around us, the warmth of his scales under our fingertips."
Michael closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears. "I know, Gaya. He was more than just a dragon to us. He was family."
They both fell silent, lost in their own thoughts and memories of Nightmare. The pain of his loss was still fresh, and they couldn't come to terms with the fact that he was gone forever.
Dragons and Nagas were not known to be fond of each other's kind. They had a long history of hatred and conflicts. However, Gaya and Nightmare's relationship was different. Gaya had known Nightmare since he was a little baby dragon, and over time, they formed a bond that was unbreakable. At first, Gaya didn't take a liking to the dragon, but as time went by, she began to see him in a different light.
As a young dragon, Nightmare loved to play, and Gaya found herself in the midst of his antics more often than not. She remembered one particular day when they were having a playful fight in a field. She was in her nagini form, slithering around while Nightmare was flying around her, playfully trying to catch her tail.
But then, Nightmare had a mischievous idea. He flew down low, and with a swift movement, he snatched Gaya's tail in his mouth and started dragging her along the ground. Gaya let out a yelp of surprise but soon realized that Nightmare was just playing with her.
Despite their species' inherent hatred towards each other, Gaya and Nightmare formed an unlikely bond. Gaya had known him since he was just a little baby dragon, and over time, they had become close. She remembered how he used to follow her around and how he would always nudge her for attention.
Thinking back on that memory brought tears to Gaya's eyes. She had lost a dear friend and companion, which deeply hurt her.
As they mourned the loss of their beloved dragon, a gust of cold wind swept through the desolate landscape, causing Michael to tense up. He had a feeling that they were not alone in this dark realm. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he scanned the surroundings, looking for any signs of danger.
Gaya noticed the sudden shift in Michael's expression and knew that something was amiss. She quickly reached for her bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed it at the source of the disturbance. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as she prepared to unleash a deadly shot.
The eerie silence was broken by the sound of faint footsteps approaching them. Michael and Gaya heard a low growl from the darkness as the footsteps grew closer. They braced themselves for an attack.
When Gaya turned to face the source of the gust, she heard a low growl that sent shivers down his spine. Suddenly, the ground cracked open and a hand emerged, dripping with a dark, putrid slime. The stench was unbearable, and she had to cover his nose to avoid retching. The hand gripped the edge of the crack and pulled up a figure that was beyond horrific.
The figure was covered in the same dark puss that dripped from its hands, oozing out of every orifice in its body. Its eyes glowed red with a fierce intensity, and its sharp teeth were bared in a menacing snarl. Its skin was stretched taut over its skeletal frame, and it moved with a strange, unnatural grace.
Michael could feel his heart racing as he took a step back, but Gaya stood her ground, her arrow pointed directly at the creature. The figure let out a chilling, otherworldly laugh that made the hair on the back of Michael's neck stand on end.
"What are you?" demanded Gaya, her voice steady and unwavering.
The figure merely laughed again, its voice sounding like a thousand tortured souls screaming in unison. It took a step forward, and Michael could feel the air around them grow colder with each passing moment.
This was no ordinary creature, Michael realized. It was a being of pure evil, sent to torment them in this godforsaken realm. He tightened his grip on his sword, ready to defend himself and Gaya at any cost.
The figure emerged from the ground like a grotesque nightmare, its body oozing with dark, putrid pus that dripped onto the ground like acid. Its eyes, blood-red and piercing, fixated on Michael with a gaze that sent chills down his spine.
"Behold what you have wrought," the figure snarled, its voice a low growl oozing with malice and vengeance. "I am a vengeful hell walker, thanks to you." The creature's voice sounded like a chorus of tormented souls, each one crying out in agony and hatred. Michael remained resolute, his face stoic despite the terror that threatened to overwhelm him.
The figure's voice was a disturbing blend of mournful wailing and seething malice, sending shivers down Gaya's spine.
The hell walker's skin was pitch-black, peeling off in some places, revealing the pulsating flesh underneath. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent red light, and its voice sounded like a cacophony of screeching metal and tortured souls.
"Can't you see who I am in this form, Ghost?" it snarled, saliva dripping from its mouth. Michael could sense the hatred and rage emanating from it but couldn't recognize the hell walker's identity, hidden beneath its grotesque appearance.
The hell walker's body convulsed, and its limbs elongated as if trying to escape its own skin. Its eyes locked onto Michael's, and a shiver ran down his spine as he saw a glimpse of recognition in them. Could it be someone he knew before? Michael wasn't sure, but he knew one thing for certain - this hell walker was out for revenge, and he was the target.
Michael didn't fear the hell walker as one might have, but what surprised Michael was the hell walker's power. His power seemed to grow with time, and something told Michael the hell walker's power depended on his hatred toward him. As Michael looked at the hell walker, trying to figure out his identity, the hell walker decided to reveal his identity, his identity before he died and was sent to the realm of hell.
"Peter...Peter Belefort...heir of the Belefort family," he spat out. "That was before you brutally murdered me and turned me into this vengeful hell walker," his voice grew even more hostile with each passing moment.
Gaya's eyes widened in shock as the identity of the hell walker was revealed. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The name 'Peter Belefort' echoed in her head, and she felt a chill run down her spine. She stood there, frozen in shock, her mind unable to process the truth that had just been revealed.
"You humiliated me, stripped me of my dignity, and made me a laughingstock. You imprisoned me, and made me a subject of ridicule. But that wasn't enough for you, was it? You killed me in front of my own sister, and now I am cursed to suffer as a vengeful hell walker!" Peter's voice was filled with pain, anger, and hatred. He was no longer the person he used to be. He had been transformed into a monstrous abomination fueled by his thirst for revenge against Michael. No trace of humanity was left in him, only a seething rage that threatened to consume him completely.
Peter's voice suddenly turned into a peal of maniacal laughter that echoed across the mountain. Gaya shuddered at the sound, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Peter's laughter soon turned into words dripping with malice.
"I have dreamed of this moment every day since I arrived in this hellish realm. I have dreamed of the many ways I would torture you, Ghost. I will tear you limb from limb, drink your blood, and feast on your flesh. I will make you suffer beyond your wildest imagination. And when I am done, I will repeat everything again," Peter's voice was filled with blood-curdling rage.
As he spoke, he described in vivid, gory detail how he would torture Michael, making Gaya's stomach churn with disgust and fear.
With an unwavering gaze, Michael delivered a cold and unyielding message to the vengeful hell walker before him. "You made the grave mistake of crossing me in life, and now you're paying the price in death. Let this be a lesson to anyone who dares to challenge me." Despite the shock of learning the hell walker's true identity as Peter Belefort, Michael showed no fear or hesitation. The loss of his beloved dragon Nightmare and the betrayal of his mother had already filled him with a wave of unbridled anger, making Peter's threats seem like nothing more than a mere annoyance to Michael.
"Michael's voice dripped with coldness as he addressed Peter, "You are not the only one who transformed into something else, Peter," A dark shroud began to envelop Michael, emanating a sense of foreboding that made the very air around them grow heavy. The glow of his eyes changed to an ominous mix of red and black, and as his power surged, the area around them began to darken. The ground shook, and a gust of wind started to pick up, hinting at the immense power Michael held within him. It was a glimpse of the Dark Lord's power, which was more than enough to unnerve Peter.
With a fierce determination in his eyes, Michael unsheathed his dark sword from his back, the blade glinting in the dim light of the underworld. In one swift motion, he dashed at Peter, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. Peter tried to dodge, but he was too slow. The sword sliced through him, cutting him in half.
A torrent of black pus spilled out of Peter's body, coating Michael in the foul-smelling liquid. But Michael didn't flinch. He stood there, his sword still in his hand, watching as Peter's two halves fell to the ground.
The hell walker's screams filled the air, but they were quickly silenced as his body turned to ash and was carried away by the wind. Michael stood there for a moment, his eyes still glowing with the power of the Dark Lord.
Just when Gaya thought the nightmare was over, the ground beneath them started to rumble once again. Gaya's eyes widened in disbelief as the crack in the ground widened, and Peter emerged from it, good as new. He laughed menacingly, and Gaya could see the hatred in his eyes.
"You thought you could defeat me that easily? I'm afraid it's not that simple this time," Peter said, his voice dripping with malice.
Gaya's heart sank as she realized Peter would not go down so easily.
Michael slowly turned around and saw the hell walker standing before him as good as he was before Michael cut him in half. Michael knew it wouldn't be that simple to kill a hell walker. As Peter manically laughed, Michael cracked his neck and prepared for another round.
Michael slowly turned around and saw the hell walker standing before him, completely unscathed despite being cut in half moments before. Michael knew that it wouldn't be easy to kill a hell walker, especially one filled with so much hatred. As Peter's maniacal laughter filled the air, Michael remained unfazed and calmly cracked his neck, signaling his readiness for another round.
"Don't be too happy, Peter. I killed you once, and I can do it again," Michael said with an air of confidence as he readied his sword for another strike. Peter only continued to laugh as he slowly approached Michael
As Peter stepped toward Michael, he noticed a strange transformation happening to his body. A dim, eerie purple glow emanated from the center of the hell walker's body. Moreover, while Peter stepped closer to Michael, an evil sword materialized in his hand. The sword appeared to be made of black puss and pulsated with an ominous, evil energy. The sword seemed to draw power from the death aura surrounding them, as though it were fueled by the very essence of the realm they were in.
Peter swung his black sword toward Michael with immense force, vowing to make him suffer before he moved on to Gaya. But Michael, with his fast reflexes, evaded each swing effortlessly. As the two fought, Peter began to taunt Michael with threats to harm Gaya once he was done with him.
"I'll make sure she suffers for every wound you've inflicted upon me," Peter growled, his eyes burning with malice. "I'll make her scream and beg for mercy."
Michael remained calm and focused during the fight, but when he heard Peter threaten Gaya, an uncontrollable rage filled him. His power exploded through the roof as he stopped evading Peter's sword swings and grabbed him by his hands, crushing them with his inhuman strength. The evil sword fell to the ground as Peter screamed in agony.
Without mercy, Michael grabbed Peter's head and squeezed it with brute force, causing it to explode into a shower of bloody black mist. The mist fell to the ground, staining the ground with the corrupted remnants of the vengeful hell walker.
Unfortunately, Peter's body began to reform, and in moments he was once again standing before Michael. His body was once again covered in dark puss, but he looked stronger than ever. Michael could see the eerie purple glow in the center of Peter's body had grown brighter.
"Is that all you got?" Peter snarled at Michael. His voice filled with malice.
