NOVEL NEXT Prologue
Authors Note: Just a fun little intro to get the blood pumping, and maybe give a little fun insight to the MC and FL's respective ranks in their factions. If you aren't interested in an overview of a bloody battle, you're free to skip it.
A windswept field in front of a walled city, two armies face opposed to each other, tension filling the air, one side light, the other dark. Banners swirl and twist in the violent winds, winds that do not seem natural.
The battlefield remains silent except for the whipping winds and fabric swaying, one side lead by a seductive pale blue-skinned woman with delicate white hair trailing down her to the level of her nape. The other lead by another woman, blonde hair and blue eyes, a helmet in hand as she talks with high ranking looking members of the army with a passion for victory.
There is not only glory to this battle, but survival. An order of heroes and knights banded together, backed by the Goddess, another the preliminary forces of the Demon Lord, backed by the Demon God.
The woman on the side of the demon forces seems smug, and does not convene much with her officers. From a glance it appears they might have superior firepower on their side. Trolls, minotaurs, goblins and other unsavory folk lining in droves, loaned to her by the Demon Lord himself as a tribute to her skill as the third strongest member of the Demon Generals. The Demon General of Lust.
A brief smile appears on the face of the de-facto leader of the forces opposed to the Demon Lord as she watches this, her gaze drawn to the other leader.
The demoness leading the front replies with a sneer on her face, enjoying the last moments that this silly girl will be able to smile, or at least so she believes.
The heroes' side does not seem to be dismayed nor cowed by this fragrant display of mockery, the bravery of their finest swelling their ranks as thousands of soldiers line in squadrons of numerous amounts, organized and steady, unlike the opponent.
The opponent, while having numbers well into the tens of thousands, is far more disorganized. Infighting breaking out between the ranks on occasions, leaving pancakes of goblins, orcs, and other such beings. There are no squads here, only brute force ready to trample the opposition.
The demoness does not seem interested in starting the battle however... Her amusement growing by prolonging the inevitable, attempting to give rise to despair and despondence within the mortal ranks.
Treants on the demons side groan in agony as they tear their roots from the ground, preparing for battle with some unseen signal. Golems on the heroes' side becoming equally readied, feeling the oncoming storm approaching.
Dark clouds begin slowly swirling over head, carried by the unnatural winds that had brought them there, bringing a tinge of fear to some of the human onlookers. Assault rifles of all sorts getting drawn from the awaiting troops. The only one currently wielding a sword being the de-facto leader in the front, putting on her helmet with an expression saying 'Swords are romance' as she mounts the horse adjacent to her.
While they could attempt to use a more traditional vehicle such as a car, as there are no magics of artifice, it is far more easy to heal a mount from critical wounds than it is to repair a car on the battlefield.
Guns unfortunately carry a similar flaw, as demons in response had quickly created countermeasures for them a long time ago, rapidly gumming up the processes therein. This however does not mean it's not advantageous to unleash a volley of death onto their opponents as an opening prelude to battle.
The charge begins, mounted riflemen follow the woman into battle, the demons charge in with roars, many of the front line taking deep, if not fatal wounds from the onslaught of automatic weaponry. While magical shields could be used on the demons side, it would be far more strategic to save it for the oncoming artillery from mortars and other such to prevent far more losses than their front line.
The front line is expendable anyway. The unarmored demoness carries a manic grin as she carries herself into battle, charming many of the foes into shooting their allies, tearing equally massive swathes through the heroes' ranks, leaving those who had done the deed in despair and remorse.
Finally, as the front lines come to a head, the two women at the front clash, both powerhouses in their own rights, some of the strongest among their factions. The two are quickly lost amidst the chaos, though obviously not down, as their massive powers would likely prevent them from even a scratch from most of the foes.
The battlefield descends into bloody chaos, cries of valor, rage, pain, and horror in equal measures ripping through the air, carried away on the unnatural winds and into the clouds.