We have made it to the outer reaches of our land, beyond this line we are past our own. Beware and be calm, for these paths are crawling with demons and evil men unknown, Said the King.
As he crossed the line, an arrow covered in black poison and ink hit his fellow soldier beside him, falling and dying that instant.
A score of knights towered around him holding shield and golden sword in protection of the king. The protection shone like that of the glory of men of God, the glory that comes forth from such greatness of heart, as the inner light of men so shine, so this light shining from shields and swords to protect the King with no prompting and no lesser than reflex, so shone. What great love, great affection for their king, what manhood, what fortitude in force and unity.
Paracletus seeing the army now only five leagues before him quickly ordered in roaring command by right hand and forefinger a catapult shot before them to commence the battle, Fire!
As he roared, the knights in tandem 800 in total roared in unison the words of the King.
The catapult prepared in a slow burning fire, shot through the air as high as the eyes could behold, reaching near clouded regions of air, hitting as an explosion in the darkness of trees hiding enemies and demonic beings.
The explosion made of potions and powders, marred the demons and exposed them to the sun, revealing their inner being, which was darkness and corruption, not worthy of the word being itself. Irredeemable, rejecting the goodness of the Father, goodness itself, its fountain, they decayed as once flowers burning in fires and ashes to be molded into contortions of darkened absences and evils unseen.
Their faces though resembling beasts of hell, was more similar to disordered image than human or animal, with holes and contortions allowing the easy flow of dark matters to effect and poison all surroundings.
The King chuckled and laughed and lauded the knights, A new castle impenetrable, He loved in father’s tone, for these were his sons and his people.
My gratitude you will see when I fight for thee, He said, in the battles and wars ahead, my sons. My armor is sufficient, for these enemies are nothing new to this armor upon me.
Paracletus beat his breast with a fisted hand and lifted his arm to heaven. Tonight you are sheltered by my love, for I will neither sleep nor slumber this night for thee, my knights, He shouted in affection and in holy love.
The knights in love knew they were safe this night, for their king promised this to them. With ease and joy they rested, filling their bellies with the food of their wives.
What remained was fear in the corrupted bodies of the demons, for they neither seeing nor knowing such unison of love, were struck with the shock of the glories of his knights and men.