'Why am I just standing here" Watching oponent after oponent fall from being on the receaving end of the chaos. The side I chose, marred with darkness and evil, destroying all trace of light. Under the influence of Hades and his son, Tessler. Ruled by the lords of the flame. Admired by me. I only wish to have the bravery and crazed passion to fight like the others. They are swift and certain with every move.' "Astreas!" I steele myself and look up to meet the gaze of hells hades son. A look of control but slightly frantic plays across his handsome features, the corners of his mouth drawn down in a frown. "Focus! Hades is temporarely removed from his leadership position and the demons are unleashing their full cooperative wrath. I need you to assist me in grasping their control again so we can make this a clean job." I open my mouth to relent but decide against it. How can I embrace my inner hell if I never join the crowd" "Ok." /Not ok! Not ok! This is your kind!/ /Butt out Altrea. This is not my community. They have done nothing to prove their loyalty as an alliby./ As if clarifying my statement, I take Tress's now outstretched hand and let him guide me through the blur of black and white colliding over and over. Despite the burning intensity to be among them, another part of me begs to scream for this to stop. For heaven's creatures to remain in heaven, and hell's creatures to remain in hell. That way there's no conflict. But the darker side of me is much, much stronger. And the desire is practically blinding to the point of obsession, but losing control is the opposite of what needs to be done. I need to aid them in replacing their sanity. "Your best advantage is to claim their attention first. When all eyes are on you, use the spell we rehearsed to combine the negative energy in the atmosphere, and the dark energy inside them all." Tress carefully removes an enchanted megaphone. I cock an eyebrow. "The old fashioned way?" "I thought we could change things up a bit, but you could just drain your energy by forcing them to relent. Either way, I win." He smiles coyly, tossing me the instrument and taking his place where Hades should be sitting. Entwining his fingers and tucking them behind his head. I take a deep breath and hold it as I position it speaker to mouth, pressing the button and letting out an immediate ear-shrilling noise that drove the race of dark creatures crazy. They all glared at me with hidden death threats that were surprisingly not uttered out loud. Maybe the realized that I was above them. The chant escapes my lips before my consous decides to, and the demons among the crowd begin to fight, but in unision instead of a rampage. I breath in deeply, then breath out. I just love being a follower from hell...