Within a separate pocket dimension that seems to be surrounded by nothing but the cosmos, was a huge round table. With large throne-like seats, and seated at each one was a different member of each race of Magedom. A dwarf who was stocky with a thick neck and a bushy long red haired beard and short red hair, with bushy eyebrows, and a high spirit expression. He was Daryl the Warhammer, an Emperor Mage who uses body reinforcement, earth magic, to fight in closer range.
Seated to Daryl's right was a woman in a black gown, like a mourning dress with pale greyish skin and eyes as black as the Abyss, along with long, straight black hair, and sharp features. She was a demon, and was called Dragoth the Permafrost, who uses the higher element Ice to freeze and shatter foes.
To her right there was an elf that looked way too pure to be in a place with people like this, he was tall and lanky, with pure white skin, almost looking ethereal, his eyes radiated a soothing warmth, with medium length pale brown hair and green eyes. His ears long and pointy, signifying his race, as this is a their key characteristic. He was Ze'ron the Elemental, a man who used the spirits as weapons to do his bidding, able to summon them in a golem-like form to overwhelm his foes, one of the many ways talented Nature users can use this element. However, do not judge him by his looks, he was the most twisted of them all. Which you could see if you looked directly into his seemingly warm eyes.
Then further along the table to the right of Ze'ron was a man of a burly figure, with black as midnight fur dotted all over his body builder physique, who had a wolf head and a human-like body, his large hands sported, long, curling, thick nails that were used to rip and tear. His eyes were a bright red and his bloodthirst seemed to be barley contained. He was Samiel the Unsated One, the name as it implies, comes from the fact his bloodthirst is never sated. He uses body reinforcement magic, just like Daryl, however he uses no external weapon, his body is the weapon.
And finally further along to the right of Samiel is a human male, with long white hair and dull but still fierce red eyes, this is non other than Marcus Vaelgrim, however among this group he is simply known as Marcus the Burning Flame, eluding to the signature element of the Vaelgrim's. When he fought, he used his flames to burn foes to cinders from long range.
These four individuals are the heads of their branches of this group, from all parts of the world, where their races resided. They are in charge of ensuring everything goes to plan for their masters. This group is of course the Thrall of the Abyss, a cult that is hell bent on destabilising this world and offering it to the Abyss in return for power. Yes, all these individuals and most who join the cult are after one thing from this and its power. They believe that by offering up their world to the Abyss they will be rewarded with power beyond their means, as all these people have one thing in common, they have hit a wall in their cultivation, because of talent. They want to live longer, to be more powerful, more respected. Taking all that into account, they see the Abyss as their lifeline. As for the world that will be sacrificed in pursuit of that, they simply do not care.
The meeting now is underway as Marcus speaks first, "My fellow commanders, I bring some news. Lightborn as you may know by this point, has announced the fact that he now has a daughter, it seems that cold bastard now is feeling all fatherly" He sneered, then continued "He may learn about what I, what we, decided to do to Elenora. He may be looking at a way to hit back at my family."
Suddenly a warm, distortedly warm chuckle, came from the elf, Ze'ron, he spoke "Pray tell, what does this news have to do with us? Hmm? It seems your little family of yours problem for doing something so stupid all because of pride and tradition." He smiled at this, but if one were to look in his eyes you could see an almost warm, malice. Then Daryl, the boisterous and loud dwarf spoke "Indeed Ze'ron is right! hahahaha, what does this dispute have to do with us and our little project?" As he said this the other two nodded.
Marcus gritted his teeth, he couldn't act as rash or arrogant around these people. So, he calmed down before saying "I know this seems like my problem, however, don't forget the threat Lightborn is to our project. His light magic will be a major thorn in our sides, not to mention he is a Great Mage with the best talent. It has been 15 years since he reached Great Mage and he could very well be near the Grand Mage realm, if that happens... I do not have to finish do I?" He said with barely restrained venom.
The others seemed to lose their confidence slightly as they took in what he just said. Before the burly beastkin spoke, and as he did you could feel the bloodlust. "So, you hope he attacks you and use this unexpected situation to your advantage? Turn the hunter into the hunted?" As he finished you could see his thirst for a fight in his red eyes.
Marcus nodded. "Indeed, if he does decide to act, our people will unite and be ready for him, while hopefully be able to use this... misstep on my part... to our advantage and knock a wildcard off the table before the great descent happens."
Then out of nowhere the demoness woman spoke, which surprised those around her as she is usually quiet, reserved and cold. "Lets hope this is just you overeating, because even with the blessing of the Abyss, fighting that man at this point in time, would be unwise." She whispered and as she did the air around her seemed to freeze.
After she spoke the others nodded subconsciously, seeming to take her words to heart as she didn't speak often, but when she did it was usually wise to listen. She was the oldest among them too. With age came wisdom they all thought.
Marcus then said with almost glee in his arrogant eyes "Great prepare your forces, if he decides to strike my family in his petty revenge, he will be in for a shock of his life. Let me remind you all, the confrontation between us may be happing earlier than we anticipated, however, we are the Thrall of the Abyss, destined for greatness, Lightborn is just a stepping stone to that glory, power, respect."
As he finished everyone looked as if they could already see the future in which they were powerful blessed beings, looking down on mortals as if they were Dark Gods.
Then, they all pressed an item near their waist and disappeared from their seats, seemingly to go prepare their forces and get ready for a confrontation of a lifetime. All secretly hoping deep within them that the day had yet to come where they had to face Lightborn and they were overreacting.