"Evil is often criticized, Nozdormu."

The pale white figure stood in front of Nozdormu, standing as straight as a statue, masking the dark veil that leaked from the massive cauldron of shadows known as the "Swamp of Shadows." In front of the pale figure, stood Nozdormu, at nearly seven feet in height - overshadowing the pale figure as if the moon had blocked out the sun from its energy source that brought life to all that existed. His ethereal gaze and his demonic aura brought up a sense of fear, a fear with an unusual supremity ingraved within its awe-inspiring wake of terror. The pale figure was either a martyr, or a fool.

"Those who criticize evil often find themselves dead, Tel'nexala. Such critics prove to be baneful in the eyes of Raku and deserve to be exterminated. Such is the will of my lord and his chosen one, Xoco."

Noz's voice had been powerful and deep, spreading out across the shadowy veil that covered him, something that could not be done by a regular human's speech. Such was Tel'nexala, a human, gazing upon the eyes of an Archdemon. Tel'nexala was equiped with nothing more than a farmer's plow and a hunter's bow, most likely an unlucky passerby who happened to fall victim to Nozdormu's presence. But how could he have known Nozdormu's name? The same thing applied vice versa.

An awkward silence was brought about, shadows casting off the visionary thoughts that either of them could have possibly maintained. Nozdormu did not have any visionary thoughts though; fulfilling his bidding as a loyal servant of the God of Darkness was the only thing that filled his mind. Although a relatively strong Archdemon and a formidable foe, Nozdormu kept a close watch on his obediance to his higher-ups. His respect for the Dark Ones was something to be placed ahead of his other attributes.

"You have not changed since that day, Nozdormu. The same clouded bastard that I had met in the fiery deserts of Angaulir stands before me today. Shall it had not been for my mercy, you would have not survived, demon."

"Those time have changed, human. I was a but a petty grunt at that time. This time, you shall feel the taste of darkness....in it's true form!!"

Blasting off at a death-stirring speed, Nozdormu flew off directly towards Tel'nexala. His hand shot out from his waist onto Tel's neck, giving him no time to react at all. Sending both Tel and himself towards a near tree, Nozdormu crushed the man's back to a pulp, breaking several of his bones and severing his spinal column to a slight degree. As Nozdormu clutched the man's neck, torturing him to death, Tel'nexala said what seemed to be his last words,

"You might have destroyed my body...but rest assured, my sould will continue to plague you, even until death!"

Ending the short-lived battle with that, Tel's gaze slowly faded out of existance as his pale skin became even paler, marking his death and his utter defeat. Nozdormu released his grip on his neck, only to smash his dead carcass once more into the previous tree he had crashed into. Leaving the corpse alone with an emotionless facial expression, Nozdormu replied to the dead carcass,

"Do not seek hope, as hope is quickly silenced by the darkness, as shall you be once Lord Raku is finished devouring your soul and making you his personal slave. Wherever your soul may lurk, be ready, as the darkness will come quick to erase your existance, fool."