The Assassin's Tale; The End of an Era, Part One

Credits; Krell, Rea, Petra, Courtney,

It took them but a second to arrive on Stormguarde, and they could instantly see evidence of the fight.  Maybe it was just that Rea had dropped them in at the epicenter of the fight.  The hall of the Pantheon lay in ruins.  There were no bodies though, he would have expected the pantheon to have put up a pretty decent fight.  They were all supposed to be demon slayers after all. 
An explosion tore through the walls and they saw Petra flip in mid air and land on her feet in front of them, sword in hand and armor badly dented. 
"Ah, I thought you might try something like this.  Rea, do what you do best and go deal with the Pantheon.  They're warlocks, the lot of them.  I sort of expected it, but you should know it anyways."
"And since I kill immortals you want me to deal with them of course?"
"Or you could go fight the other demon, Legion brought a very dumb one-eyed friend."
Krell remembered the demon Rea had fought a few days prior.  She'd taken its eye out, and it had sworn revenge.  He had a feeling that the two demons were one and the same.  Especially since most demons didn't live against a foe who managed to injure them at all.  It had been rather impressive that he'd escaped. 
"Where's Courtney?"
"There are warlocks all over the city, wanna take a guess?"
"In the bath?"
"Remind me not to hit you so hard next time.  I hate having to chase you down."
Petra brandished her sword and spun around to meet the towering swordsman.  He was clearly her perfect foe, muscle bound, tall, and well armored.  He had only stumps of wings remaining, but they appeared to be an ancient wound.  He carried a sword of his own, a gleaming silvery white mockery of Petra's own black blade.  Were it not for her mythic strength and skill he would have thought the battle lost before it had begun, but even with such factors taken into account he could see why Rea was so worried. 
"D'aww, didja miss me?"
"I will miss these exchanges of ours when I use your sword to scrape your flesh from beneath my fingernails."
"Tsk Tsk,"  Petra rolled over his sword as he swung.  He and Rea were far enough away to be safe from the blade itself, but he could feel the surge of power as it passed by.  "You should be careful with swords, you might hurt yourself."  She sprinted at him, backflipping off his knee just in time to dodge a shadowy bolt that came out of the smoke just beyond one of the gaping holes in the walls. 
"For you my friend, I would sooner suffer a thousand swords than a single kiss."
Petra parried another blow and the stones around her exploded from the force. 
"Now that was just mean spirited."
"So was cutting off my wings."
"Oh dear does it..."  Krell didn't hear the rest of it, Petra and Legion were slowly moving back onto the street.  He wasn't sure which of them was causing more collateral damage, but he had the feeling Legion wasn't actually trying to do any damage.  He wasn't so certain about Petra.  He spotted Rea go into a crouch facing the first hole in the wall.  He pulled his sword from subsace and stood behind her. 
"Waiting for me?"
"What's your name, I don't like killing things I don't know."
"To bad you won't be killing me."
"Oh, why is that?"
"Oh, that would be us."  Krell spun around and saw ten men and women, mostly Nielda, standing in front of the door. 
"Rea?"
"I'll take the demon, you get the pantheon back outside and Courtney will help you deal with them.  I'll hold him off."
"You stabbed him in the eye last time, just kill him."
"Not as easy as it sounds, I have to stab his heart or use the right set of spells."  The demon pulled out a long sword and stabbed at her.  She easily rolled aside.  "And I don't know any of the spells!" 
"Then you fight the warlocks and I'll kill the demon."
Rea dove asid to avoid another thrust of the Demon's sword.  "You think you can kill him?"
"Thalia lent me a book on the subject."
"You'd better know what you're doing Krell."  She teleported in front of him and began to charge the gathered immortals.  Another warlock crashed through the wall and a black fog billowed through it after him.  Courtney reformed and brought her heel down between the man's eyes as she incanted a spell.  Krell then realized he'd never actually seen an immortal kill one of their own other than Rea, who'd clearly had her blades enchanted appropriately.  But Courtney didn't seem to fight armed.  As Rea began carving through the enemy, Courtney seemed to just glide from one to another, more hunting than fighting. 
"Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to actually fight me?"
Krell turned back around to the demon at hand. 
"What's your name?"
"You too?"
"No, I just want to know who to say I beat."
"Beat me first and then I'll tell you."
"As you wish."  Krell planted his sword in the ground and conjured a sphere of flame, which he then hurled at the demon.  The hellish warrior swiped it from the air and unleashed a snaking beam of destruction across the hall.  Krell drew upon his own strength and held it at bay.  He could feel the Demon's strength, and with it a subtle whisper telling him of the things he could have if he swore himself over to hell's service.  He had expected more from a foe of this caliber.  Maybe they were right about the benefits of being an actual priest. 
He channeled a firey torrent of his own, and put his will behind forcing it through the demon's defenses as it was easily caught and held. 
"Is that the best you can do?"  The demon unleashed a dozen more blasts like the first.  Krell released his own spell and struggled to shield himself against the demon's might.  Then he realized that his enemy had used but one hand to do it all.  He had twice the ability to fight that he'd used so far and Krell could barely handle what he'd already had thrown against him.  "Too bad, maybe next time you'll...Oh right, there won't be a next time."
"Krell!"  Krell couldn't turn to see her, but he knew Rea was charging the demon at that very moment.  But he couldn't really do anything to help.  She actually kicked off of his head as she jumped at the demon.  It released its assault on him and struck her out of the air.  At first it seemed like nothing, then he saw the blood.  Rea had taken the sharp side of the blade directly across the stomach.  She was bleeding, and he remembered what Thalia had said about demons.  They could kill anyone, the wounds they inflicted never healed without divine intervention, and their own wounds healed quickly.  If Rea was bleeding than she might...