Editing Tranch warfare for a noble (section)

==Chapter 18: Insanity Within, Hatred Without==

Georgio stared blankly to the horizon. He realized he had forgotten something.

Krella would rot if he didn't preserve her. She would wake up if her body was there, right? She had to. How could he go on alone, abandoned by his family and the Imperium?

He put Krella on the ground, and searched his pockets. Dust. Dust was all he had left. Dust and crushed dreams, hatred and dead friends. He sat there, thinking. He waited for hours. Then, it came to him. Maybe these people could help him? They had been kind to him, so why not Krella?

"Hey... Come here..." He mumbled, realizing his throat was dry. The dust must have drained it.

The blue one appeared. Its beak made of silver, its wings of the midnight sky.

"Do you want something?"

Georgio smiled. They were nice. He wasn't sure why he had a feeling he had heard of them, but he really didn't care either.

"Please... Take her somewhere safe..."

The green one stepped forward. Fat, smiling one. Some bugs went in and out of its wounds, but it smiled anyways, its single eye starting through Georgio.

"Don't let her rot... Keep her as she is."

The pink one stepped forward. Beautiful, feminine and alluring at one moment, on the other, handsome, athletic and enviable for any man.

"Make sure she'll be comfortable... So she can wake up without pain. Find her leg and sew it to her so she may walk again."

The red one stepped forward. Its muscular form protected with brass, its horns made of living fire.

"Protect her... Keep her safe from others. I'll come for her. I will..."

In unison, they spoke: "In return, we want you to open your mind and let us in."

Georgio sighed. "You shouldn't want that... But if you are certain, I will do so."

The daemons disappeared, and so did Krella. Georgio fell onto the rubble, sleeping. Within his mind, the four daemons now festered, unhappy of sharing him with their enemies... But once he fell completely, they would have their door into the material realm.

As they rummaged through his brain, they learned more about him. Insanity within, awoken by despair and loss. Hatred without, as he fit nowhere. But beyond they found only shadows and half-seen forms, slowly spreading to his consciousness.

They now had fifth competitor... One they did not know.