Storm clouds rolled across the skies as if they spilled against a glass floor, untamed reaches of the falls, the skies brandishing thunderheads that clamored with unrest and calming rain that rapped against the ground as a fleet of tiny footsteps. The rain's combined symphony hushed the fauna of the falls, its roaring chorus matched only by the nearly impenetrable wall of raindrops that created a haze curtain that seemed dense enough to grasp. Though no thunder was thrown to the open lands, the clouds rumbled and flashed within the night as if a continuous army of deep drums rambled in the skies. It was a storm still young, and with much yet to pass over the area of the falls.
Only a few night waves from Isiltelpë could breech the curtain of rain, trickling into a small cluster of rocks and overgrown moss that existed as one of the many hidden treasures within the lands, a closed off pocket of a small waterfall large enough to scream with roaring waters, yet small enough to be hidden by the mists of its larger siblings. Dim moonlight and the glow of dark, flickering blue moss illuminated painted across the hidden waterfall, almost giving a light of a different world from its surroundings. While the mists of the falls and its overhanging rocks hid the skies, the inside was a beauty of its own. A calm, trickling river flowed into patches of thick, untamed ferns and bushes amidst a wall of trees, splitting the small field of the falls with its pure waters. Jagged rocks lay at the mouth of the river somewhat covering the small, barely living room sized cave, crusted with small natural gems and the same blue moss. Amidst the small field lay smooth stones loosened from the timeless falls, most of them covered in moss and cracked to reveal their inner sparkling wonders. If one would stay long enough, the sight of floating spirits free from the judgement of the powers that be occasionally wandered freely within the hidden falls.
From above the falls, one could hear the sound of a distant chant that almost blended with the roaring rain, hushed and flowing between the booming thunder above. It seemed to be calling to the spirits, to a higher sense of being, the sound of the Elven chants that called for Liara in a blessing for the unforgiving rains. Though they had their right to such a prayer, their calls reached ears not at all akin to Lirae as the Elven chanters scaled down the hidden falls.
Nnngh...is it morning already. The mullet is that noise?
As the chants came closer, louder, the ancient tongue becoming more obvious in its desperate prayer, a small black horn emerged from within the falls unbeknownst to the trespassers. A pair of tired, silver eyes glared around sleepily as it birthed from behind the curtains of water, squinting as the rain and waterfall rushed against its face. At first glance, it seemed to be a face of a calm and idle-minded woman, eyes nearly closed from being woken up and wet, azure hair plastered against her face.
"Damnit damnit DAMNIT. What IS that noise?!" the face rambled, still masked by the rains and the falls. It was obviously no woman, quite male and vulgar in tone. As he emerged from the falling waters slowly, seeming to float in midair from within, one could see the lapse of a lower body. For just a few seconds, his legs were replaced by only a haze of flowing red and black, seeping from within the falls before materializing into a pair of brown legs. As a dark, blue-bordered surcoat grew from his skin and a collar guard peeling from his cheeks, the man looked to the rather dangerous trail that someone had been carving during his years of absence from the calm home. They were praying, rather loud in fact, to Liara! It was too early for that nonsense. Though a daemon, he had nothing against Liara, but the noise was irritating. It felt like flowers and other garbage would grow from his nose any second. They would not stop until the rain ended, either. He knew better, since the rain was natural. It had a reason, and they merely wanted its end out of convenience.
"Ugh...tree hugging...YOU THERE! Stop making all that ruckus in my home!"
His bodily features still mostly covered in a blanket of darkness and red aura, the demonic man shouted while pointing a palm lazily towards the descending Elves. They were still quite far away, covered in earthen robes and carrying candles shrouded by paper and their hands. At his yell, only a few of them stopped while the other continued their mesmerized chant down the path.
"...Do I need to put up a sign or something?" he mumbled, still not bothering to bring himself completely into the material plane. As the stopping Elves rushed to continue their slow march, the demon took a deep breath while closing his eyes. The waterfall seemed to slow in some parts, falling at different speeds than the rest of the rushing waters as the man's body glowed with a chaotic red aura. Small spheres of darkness, red and blue flickered around the disembodied head and legs, hissing as their touched the water and flickering away into cackling miniature spirits. His deep breath finally ended, the demon released his gasp slowly while a pair of arms stretched from within.
"Mmmm...HALT!" he screamed, reality seeming to pulse at his voice. The waterfall stopped in the center for but a moment, quickly rising from its fall against the rocks as the flow of water reversed only at the center, sending a pillar of water into the sky. It shift against the falling water as unnatural as sin, crush foam and frantic bubbles coming alive into a twisting helix of raging waves. The spirited water clapped with the sound of clashing rocks, flowing stong enough to be considered solid by touch as the helix arched, bashing against every odd surface it could to intimidate the Elves. Caught by the rushed wind of the water, a few of the Elven trespassers had their robes thrown off, some of them revealing but simple ceremonial gowns while the more forward of their order were womenfolk clad in heavy, wide armor of painstakingly polished ivory and clear jewels. As he saw one of the assumed Knights of their order reach for a hilt attached to a rather large mass at her back, the demon’s face furrowed its eyebrows in further annoyance.
Silence, followed only the sound of rain and the continued waterfall splashing against the rocks below. The Elves that marched down the falls had taken cover, some of them reaching the river at the bottom before the calamity had begun. Just as they assumed the insanity over, the waterfall exploded at its center with a burst of water spikes, a circle of red and shadowed ancient script flowing around the same detached head that commanded their silence earlier.
Zamza glared down at the intruding Elves silently, his fists clenched with small crushed rocks falling from between his fingers. The long, somewhat feminine face looked as if to pierce their minds, a silver stare glowing with its dim inner light, the rim of each iris seeming to flow in a thing glowing ring. A solitary black horn rose from the middle of Zamza's forehead, pulsing with a silver light that slowly died away. Azure hair flowed over his face, covering his left eye and almost shrouding over his right, soaked and plastered about his body. Over his shoulders, an long coat fastened with a crucifix-shaped button panel hung covered in repelled water droplets, its seams and cuffs bordered by bands of dark blue. A tall collar guard decorated with a blue and gold band depicting a forest embroidery circled around the chocolate colored demon's cheeks, masking his annoyed from to an extent while his bare chest, rising and falling with veins still pulsing with chaos slowly calming underneath the muscle. While the Elves below stared, some of them pulling swords from their shrouding robes, Zamza advanced slowly from his stalking hover to address them.
"Stop praying. Stop singing, stop breathing, stop everything and just get out. This waterfall is Rimi, the home of Zamza! I do not recall inviting anyone during my beauty sleep!" the Rauko demanded in a voice anyone would recognize as the sleeping unjustly roused.