Blessed by the Blood Moon

Many years later, ancient England would long forget this day as human memory was fleeting. History books would be lost, and even the witches would blot the true story out of their annals.

Sounds of war tore through the wind like the cry of a baby on a silent night. The scent of blood filled the air like a heavy blanket of rain, struggling against the great wind that threatened its existence.

A huge battlefield, spanning hundreds of kilometeres, was covered in piles of red bodies that mixed with the blood that flowed like streams.

Battle cries blended with the wails that couldn't be suppressed by the noise of blade clashing with armour. The rays of light from the many activated runes and spells filled the sky as they rained terror on the red skinned warriors.

Demons. A thorn in the side of the Triform and humans alike. Spawned from the depths of hell, they tore a portal open, aiming to conquer Earth as a new kingdom, but the Triform stood in their way.

A variety of demons covered the field, with characteristics that distinguished them by clan. Some had horns that adorned their body, some had hooves for feet, while other had builds that weren't that different from animals.

A keen eye would spot would be able to spot their nobility, riding on beasts that seemed to be created from children's nightmares.

Vampires could be seen whizzing through the battle as they twisted necks and broke limbs of many demons. Werewolves bulldozed through the field with their large bodies as they bashed hundreds of demons at once, blood coating their fur.

The witches stood at the rear as they, even with their normally selfish and distant nature, supported the vampires and werewolves with buffs and spells that raised their chances of victory.

With every flash in the sky, a hundred demons would vanish, burn to ash, be stuck in ice or would melt into the ground.

They had watched, from the depths of their pit, the prosperity of Earth- the glistening fields, the boundless possibilities for growth, the endless rumble of emotions that the humans poured out that could fuel their existence for aeons.

All of that had fed their endless greed and desire for years till they couldn't hold back. And remembering how far they had fallen to be found in hell, they missed their glorious days.

Their demon tongue filled the air as their highborn screamed commands to the mere soldiers that charged at the enemy with renewed vigour.

They were fully aware that they were running to their deaths for the hope and promise of prosperous new lands. They held on to the chance to be enshrined into a high-born family as they readily sacrificed themselves, their comrades behind climbing over their torn or burnt corpses.

The battle raged on, and as the high-born demons watched their soldiers get slain like sheep at a slaughterhouse, they picked up their weapons to join the battle.

Sledgehorn, a demon with blood-red skin and two tusks protruding from both sides of his mouth, picked up his great axe as he spurred his war beast to ride out into the fray.

"Hahaha! To arms, brothers. Rid this world of these filthy beings that dare stand in our way and that of the great Demon King, Dratos. Soak these fields in their blood so that the name, Tukukupi Maqankuy would ring for many new suns to rise."

Charging first, the clan family of Sledgehorn followed their leader as he wielded his great axe to devastate the enemy.

As crude as the demons were, Sledgehorn's weapon was made very finely. An axe, with a length impossible for any human, lay finely in his left hand while his right hand held the reins of his favoured beast.

With a five-foot rod to hold the axe head firmly, the black ore that was used to forge the rod glowed continuously with the blue runes that covered its full length. Rings of red covered the shaft's length and gave a stunning contrast to the runes of blue that shined in the darkness.

The axe head, forged of a different kind of ore that exuded a red mist with every swing, looked very simple. The double-headed axe head was shaped like wings with the edges of the blade sharp enough to cut through water and the inside curves with serrated edges that ensured free movement in the air at every turn.