[.corvus]

._. I might make a series out of this, if I get positive response.

Work In Progress
I don't know when I'll next get to work on this, so you'll have to wait.

(Species belongs to me)

Characters:

Isagoth: (Insert ref here)

Isagoth is a minor demon in the Underground. Yet he warks deep below, much to the annoyance of the greater demons, that someone of such low rank would be permitted to work among them. In many ways, Isagoth looks like a red dragon, with his fierce head, and scaled body. He isn't, though. Isagoth is actually a far greater demon, who has sealed himself within this weaker body, to preserve him till he can find a cure. If he was to return to his normal body, he would die instantly.

Unlike other minor demons, Isagoth has control of fire, and shape-shifting.

Noir: (Species: Feiros -Fear-ros)

Noir and his breathern look like hell-hounds, in many ways and aspects, but do not call them one. He slayed his parents and his brother, and was punished brutally. He wears the brand of '5' upon his leg, and the demon's will call him by this number only.

Story:
Part One: First Rebellion
Chapter One: (WIP)

Deep within the Underground, a steady tapping ensued. Isagoth sat at his stone desk, drumming his claws upon it, waiting impatiently. Tails between his legs, Noir slunk into the room. "Well?" Isagoth asked, his voice more like a snakes hiss than normal. "Did you get ... it?" Isagoth questioned Noir, leaning forward in his seat. He picked his words delicately, not naming what 'it' was. Noir knew though. "I'm sorry... Master. They were too fast. It got away." Noir said, eyes on the ground. "WHAT?" Isagoth bellowed. Failure, again? "You were promised to me, 5, and I should punish you for such a mistake. 'Failure' is not acceptable." Isagoth slammed his red fist into the rock, which cracked under his rage. Isagoth's desk snapped in two. "Stand for your punishment!" Isagoth roared, and Noir looked at him. "I'm sorry Master, it won't happen again..." Noir apologized quickly, hoping to avoid the beating. Isagoth stepped forward, and grasped Noir's muzzle with his left hand. "If it was up to me, 5, you wouldn't have a second chance." He growled as he raised his right hand, sharp black claws extended. Noir smirked beneath the scaly grip, knowing that Isagoth couldn't afford to kill him, not with the controversy already surrounding him. Isagoth hesitated, and instead of hitting Noir, tossed him across the room, so he slammed into the stones. Noir shook as he picked himself up, with a little difficulty. He rubbed his metal encase neck gently, and looked towards Isagoth hesitantly. Isagoth shut his eyes, and pointed to the exit. "Five, get out. Now." As Noir slunk out the door, tails between his legs, he caught a glance of a demoness, who ignored him, and slipped gently into Isagoth's office. 'He'll pay. Someday.' Noir thought, slipping into the shadows.

[.corvus]

Bump.

I'm now working on the story aspect.

Comments please, I'd like to know how to improve, and what you think of the story so far.