Demonsouled by Jonathan Moeller

Author:Jonathan Moeller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sword sorcery, demonsouled, snake people
Publisher: Jonathan Moeller

The stink of burned flesh filled Mazael’s nostrils.

The sun climbed over the eastern horizon, red-orange light spilling over the plain. Mazael held out his sword, sunlight glittering off Lion's golden pommel. The blade was the work of a master swordsmith, but seemed normal in all other respects. Timothy's spell of magical detection had sensed power within it, but the wizard had been unable to determine the nature of the sword's magic.

“Let’s put this Cirstarcian learning of yours to the test,” said Mazael. Brother Silar ran two fingers down the length of the blade. “Do you recognize it?”

Silar winced and pulled his finger back. “Sharp.”

“I could have told you that. Do you recognize it?” said Mazael.

“Aye, I do,” said Silar. “The sword is Tristafellin.”

“That’s what I thought,” said Romaria. “The magic of ancient Tristafel. I’ve heard legends of such swords. I’d never thought to see one, though.”

“I can tell you more than that,” said Silar. He tapped Lion’s pommel. “This is the sigil of a group of knights founded in Tristafel’s last days. They called themselves the Knights of the Lion, dedicated themselves to fighting the Demonsouled and the San-keth that had corrupted Tristafel. Sir Mazael, this sword was made to destroy dark magic. The wizards allied with the Knights of the Lion made magical weapons for them, working spells of power into the folds of the steel.”

“Then that sword is valuable beyond price,” said Timothy. “No spells of such power have survived.”

Mazael reversed Lion and slid it into his scabbard. “A lot of good it did these Knights. Tristafel is no more, last I heard.”

“True,” said Silar, “but remnants of Tristafel survived in the kingdoms of Knightrealm and Dracaryl and Cadlyn and Caria. Sir Gerald’s own distant progenitors, ancestors of King Roland of Knightcastle, were Knights of the Lion.”

“He’s right, Mazael,” said Gerald. “Do you remember a battered old shield hanging in Knightcastle’s hall? You’ve seen it, I’m sure. It has the lion sigil.”

“The Knights of the Lion and their wizards, allied with the High Elderborn, confronted the Great Demon and the San-keth high priests in Tristafel,” said Silar. “The city was destroyed, and the Great Demon and the Knights slain, but the Knights of the Lion saved our world. Were it not for them, the San-keth, the Demonsouled, and the Malrags would have overrun everything.”

“But the Old Demon,” said Sir Nathan, “the firstborn child of the Great Demon, eldest of all the Demonsouled, escaped to wreak havoc in the world. I’ve heard the same story, Brother."

“History, not story,” said Silar.

“Fascinating,” said Mazael, “but story or truth, I care not.”

Silar scratched at his chin. “You ought to, sir knight. That sword just saved our lives, did it not? The shades of the Knights were undoubtedly pleased to see that sword battle dark magic once more.”

“It was farsighted of those wizards to let Lion bestow some of its enchantment when touched to another weapon. I couldn’t have destroyed all the zuvembies myself,” said Mazael.

Silar frowned. “That was strange.”

“Beyond the obvious?” said Mazael.

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