The Finnmark Plateau is the coldest region of Norway but the primitive

dazzling scenery is striking.

Imposing glaciers plunge into the ocean. Fierce volcanoes adorn the land. Six
months of the year
Aurora Borealis paints the sky with a rainbow of colors.

Many caverns dot the landscape but only one of them is outstanding in a
bad way.
My adversary in the First battle, Renegade General Hazug, became the reason
to a mystic cult. He spent thousands of years waiting and one day he
met the greediest and most revengeful woman he could find.
Ella Knaast murdered, obeyed Hazug's commands, and started to collect books on
witchcraft.
Her offspring followed her steps, and the Knaast became millionaires along the
years.
The cavern stood for the Hazug's illicit adoration.
In the center of the hall, the delicate engravings on black stone declared the
altar blasphemous. Stalactites wrapped in glimmering chunks of ice adorned the high
ceiling. A frozen waterfall created a glimmering veil on the back wall. When the
yellow light of the torches stroke the frozen surfaces, a rainbow of hues painted
the water sculptures. The cavern turned into a fantastic temple decorated with
multicolored chandeliers. Freedom of religion doesn't put up with murder.
The crowd sacrificed over more than a thousand years testified the worshipers were
criminals, accomplices of assassination. However, as the Knaast witchcraft turned
bodies into ashes, no corpse was ever found.
The Knaast family was loyal to the Renegade General, and the sect was the proof.
Hazug, the Renegade General the Knaast followers worshiped and fed inside the
Norwegian cave was my friend once.
Now, he craves the damnation and the humiliation of his lackeys' souls and hates me
with vengeance. He vowed to harm and he so did, but the tradeoff was abundant to
his adepts.
He granted the Knaast disciples money, power, and lustful desires .
Only a Knaast became the Priest - a single one for generation, the most powerful
and wealthy.
He or she ruled over other warlocks and witches spread in each capital city of the
world, and the Knaast Priest assigned one to lead every branch.
Bjorg was occupied the priesthood. Ruthless, cold, mean, but stunning, he performed
wondrous witchcraft.
He was tall, athletic and wore his silvery blond hair short. Long lashes and high
arched eyebrows framed icy blue eyes. Plump lips softened square jaws to create the
illusion of softness.
He sacrificed only at Hazug's request because killing was a matter of need,
notpleasure for him. A flick of a wrist, a snap of fingers did the job, and he
never regretted the murder.
When a person joined the creed, he made it his mission to learn the neophyte by
name and by flaw. In case he suspected betrayal or misgiving, he took his time to
act and it mislead the guilty.

Bjorg Knaast married a noble woman, the daughter of a Duke, a princess.

Charlene was 24 and Bjorg was 50 but he looked thirty. Hazug granted youth and the
free use of his flames to the Knaast Priests.
Bjorg arrived at the cavern ina tornado of fire. The flames subsided and he stepped
on the ice.
"Is everything ready, Astrid?"
The witch responsible for the Norwegian chapter nodded.
"Hilde knows the chant and all the tunics are new."
"Her part is simple. She sings and honors the new Knaast generation with herblood.
I expect no trouble."
His flat words meant the young woman's death.
"She trusts her son will be wealthy and powerful in a few years."
"Excellent. General Hazug made Hilde's voice worth millions when he made her a
worldwide famous singer. The choice is perfect and fair. She offers a song as her
last sacrifice. I assume the robes are the exact mix of silver and gold. The master
cares for details."
"Yes. The minimum silver necessary to thread the fabric."
Bjorg searched the eyes of every adorer and they glowered back. His top lip crooked
in a snarl.
"Never lift your eyes in my presence, and never stand in front of me."
His roar shook the stalactites. Showers of ice rained on the cult members who
huddled together in fear.
"Kneel, you worms."
Bjorf Knaast thundered his rage and the followers fell to their knees. They
trembled and whined apologies, but Bjorg ignored them, and targeted his victim.
"You are guilty of their insolence, Astrid." The Knaast Priest snapped his fingers.

The woman kicked, dangling in the air seven feet above the ground, suspended by the
frightening ability. Her hands went to her neck, all the blood ran from her face,
and she gurgled.
A flick of the warlock's wrist threw her to the ground.
Bjorg strolled to the crumpled woman.
"Too old for offspring, am I? This belief came from your dirty mouth. Youdreamed of
becoming the Priestess. You realize your mistake now because my young wife delivers
my daughter tonight."
Astrid attempted to lift her head, and Bjorg snapped his fingers again. She
flattened against the ice.
"The members of this chapter are disrespectful and arrogant. I need no other proof.
They mirror your poor self."
She crawled to him and stretched out to lick his feet.
"I had no such though. Forgive my ineptitude."
"No. You lie.
You are not inapt, only greedy. What is a good trait, but when associated with
stupidity, is fatal."
Bjorg raised his arms.
"Hear me out. Astrid serves as leader of this chapter since my grandfather. Four
hundred years since she passed through the General Hazug's flames and acquired
immortality. But the gift might be temporary at my discretion. I'm afraid she
became too arrogant. I respected my kin's choice and allowed her to
keep the leadership. Not anymore."
He snapped his fingers and crimson flames enveloped the woman. She screamed and
writhed, but the Renegade's fire did not consume her body.
Bjorg glanced at the worshipers, but they were too frightened to react.
Only the woman's horrific howls of pain cut the silence.
He turned his eyes to a beautiful brunette.
"Irene."
She walked to him, her eyes on the icy ground.
His fingers clicked and flames engulfed her. The witch smiled in rapture.
"The flames can bring pleasure or pain. Astrid failed. She pays for her stupidity,
and will suffer forever in eternal
darkness. Nobody is more powerful than the Knaasts. Never forget I can end you." ?
The warlock was right, but he explained wrong. The woman died when she
passed through Hazug's fire almost four hundred years ago. The spell was final.
We angels can craft solid bodies and Hazug did it. He produced Astrid's four-
hundred-year shell, identical to her original body. Her lost soul inhabited the
copy, but the material he used - his flames - belonged within their rightful owner.

Bjorg Knaast flicked his wrist and the burning woman cracked open with a ghoul
scream.
The Renegade's flames burst out and whirled back to him, wherever he was.
Bjorg took his time to terrorize the remaining sect members.
"I don't put up with betrayal or mistakes. I should end you all."
Irene lifted her voice.
"Thank you merciful Priest because you saved our lives from the anger of our
master."
The others repeated.
Bjorg smiled and took the woman by the waist, smashing her lips with a bruising
kiss.
"Well, I chose right. Submissive, and golden tongued. I want you in my bedroom
after the ceremony."
She inclined her head.
"I'm honored, and fearful."
He laughed aloud.
"You are smart too. Because you should be terrified, but I promise you will survive
my bed."
The woman giggled.
"I remember your bed. I missed it."
"You did?"
"Everyone does."
His lips crooked in a mischievous smile.
"I'll arrange a night with you all. Let's celebrate your leadership with an
orgy at the castle."
The spirit in the cave changed from fear to lust and Bjorg clapped his hands.
"Prostrate to our Lord and master."
And the service began with the chorused answer.
"We obey."
Bjorg Knaast snapped his fingers. ?Crimson and orange flames hit the torches in the
candelabra and the dark walls grew into loveliness.
The Priest's voice voice dominated the large hall.
"The ice will burn your skin and you must be thankful you are alive. Remember, your
decision.
Your part in the pact is to adore and worship General Hazug. You shall never
complain."
"We accept."
"You took to the General's service because you crave the trade. The price is so
little compared to the power, riches, and maybe immortality. He
only demands obedience."
"We submitted, accepted, offered ourselves to worship and adore our mighty General
Hazug."
The recitation demanded confession of the bond and the acknowledgment of the
outcome.
The fallen angel was cunning. Our order to help did not beat free will. Nothing
did.
The cult members declared and reinforced their decision.
Every time the sect gathered, my troop of Creator's angels stood around them in the
cavern. Colonel Bolnik , Captain Pacij, and I attended the sacrilegious ceremony in
the cavern and the luckier rest of our battalion spread outside.
Our pledge to grant free will to the humans justified our presence. The smallest
sign of remorse took us to battle the renegades to rescue souls.
Hazug's soldiers present in the cave smirked at us. He shrugged.
"You insist for nothing. They never say no."
I have many campaigns under my belt. I am the assigned adversary to Hazug.
My fellow officers braved the mockery without a blink. We know each of the fallen
since before the dissension, and the Renegade Colonel enjoyed his jokes. I humored
him.
"Never is such a long time. Your everlasting memory fails you. Let me remind you of
Karin"
He growled.
"Only a handful of times one human gave up in a thousand years."
"Not many times, but it did happen. And a thousand years is nothing."
Many centuries ago, Karin repented and gave up joining the renegades. She was lucky
to call for the Creator's help before Hazug's fire consumed her human body. Because
she did, we could save her.
A person who accepts the dangerous pact with the renegades is too deep in greed,
avarice and evil to give up the prize. Karin's decision was a rarity. The renegade
Colonel hated the memory of her.
They abhorred their failures.
"Karin was a fool."
"Oh, no. She was smart. A few years of youth and riches don't compare to the loss
of a soul. You should know it."
He lifted his sword and attacked me. I sparred with him for a while. Flames erupted
from my blade and his sword absorbed them. He got stronger, and I allowed the
exchange but grunted a warn.
"Concede. Otherwise when your General arrive you will be in another
region."
"I'm a Colonel. I never concede, General Sterlig."
The swords clashed and boomed and I counter attacked with a blow to his leg. He
stumbled, and I sliced his stomach with my dagger. He vanished, sent to another
region.
As I put away my blades, the Renegade Captain chuckled.
"General Hazug will be so mad."
"I warned your Colonel."
The creature laughed aloud.
"Yes, you did. Always so proper. But what good does it ever do? He's a
firecracker."
Captain Pacij shook his head at the poor joke.
"They never learn."
Colonel Bolnik shrugged.
"They need the refill."
The frequent battles replenished their fire. I smiled.
"They do, but they enjoy the fights."
In the meanwhile, Bjorg Knaast ended the ritualistic questioning and snapped his
fingers.
?The Priest blew, and when the warm air met the freezing cold atmosphere in the
cave it became white and puffed.
He snapped his fingers and the little white cloud spin, caught supernatural flames
from the torches and grew twenty times.
The small, ordinary thing turned into a fire tornado, roared like an angry animal
and left the cave. Murmurs of fear came from the scared disciples on the ground.
Half an hour later, the whirlwind of fire returned to the cave. He circled the
trembling followers, like an animal ready to pounce. Alarmed but motionless, the
sect's adepts - men or women - endured the scorching examination. Astrid's final
was a good enough warning. Hilde started to sing and sealed her own death. Her
lonely voice sang the outlandish ancient language.
The cavern echoed and multiplied it into a spectral choir.
Colonel Bolnik hated the blasphemous use of our language.
"No one sings this thing knowing the meaning."
I agreed. If they did, the humans died of primal fear.
Despite beautiful, the lyrics carried great contempt and detailed plots of human
suffering and souls' destruction.
The supernatural tornado abandoned the sect's adepts to hover above the altar. The
spins breathed slower and stopped. The flames fade out and left a pregnant woman in
labor on the black stone.
Bjorg Knaast approached.
"Are you ready, Charlene? He comes for you."
"My baby?"
"She will survive. Our daughter will be fine."
"Good."
The delivery was long and painful. The child was stuck and the mother's screams
joined the ancient ritual song. The pained harmony reverberated.
Bjorg Knaast performed the ritual according to the Hazug's ancient teachings and
greeted his arrival.
??"The master graces us with his presence."
"We're honored and humbled," the adorers chorused.
"Praise his generous presence."
"You are mighty master."
The heretic exchange between the Priest and the followers ended. My Captain
groaned.
"He deceives these people."
I smiled.
"Hazug is an angel and he grants their frivolous desires. He can do much more than
an ordinary human being. He created a whole cult with rites and worship places and
Ella Knaast and her offspring compiled the chants and rules to his pleasure."
Colonel Bolnik observed the people prostrated on the icy ground. They licked the
stone, according to the Renegade General's decree.
"Not a surprise he enjoys this so much. He feeds on this abject humiliation.
Disgusting."
I didn't answer my comrade. The same conversation happened every time we attended
the sect's cult. Lieutenant Venlig, our best scout and who coordinates the scouting
parties of our battalion, announced the Hazug's arrival.
"And there he comes. How poor comfort he finds in all this."
My comrades and I nodded somberly. The Renegade's future destruction is heavy on
us.
Hazug strolled into the great hall and sniffed the coppery smell of blood from the
woman on the altar with animal pleasure. His well-shaped lips crooked in a sneer,
his square jaws clenched; he yearned for the woman's bloody flesh.
???Charlene Knaast moaned and writhed on the dark slab.
Humans considered the fallen creature a handsome vision out of Norse mythology. He
disguised his condemned form and chose the Scandinavian traits to hide his horrible
looks. His human persona exuded power and riches.
He wore a platinum armor with engravings and huge diamonds. Expensive jewels and
gold chains twinkled in his silver blond hair.
Hazug tossed his single thick braid to his back and moved toward Bjorg's wife.
Pacij shook his head.
"I wish they saw his real face."
"They want the gold, the power. They fear him but they put up with it for the
riches."
"I agree, Colonel." Venlig said and juggled his dagger between his palms. He
delighted in the little game. I followed his stunt and nodded.
"I'm afraid they enjoy the adrenaline."
Hazug glanced our direction, his lips crooked in a cynical smirk.
"Don't fool yourselves. They love me. I give them what they seek."
His rough voice showed his enormous pleasure with the Knaast cult.
On the black stone, ?Charlene
Knaast was in great suffering. The pain increased by the minute. The evil General
noticed how much the humans prostrated around the altar
trembled, and smiled at Bjorg.
"I see you cleaned the house a little. A pity. I could do with more of my flames."
Bjorg sniggered. "I'm pleased to serve," and snapped his fingers.
Fifty of the followers' popped like rotten fruit, and flames burst among howls of
pain. Hazug spread his arms and breathed in the fire.
"I am refreshed."
"I believe no rebellious thoughts survived."
"I assure you they didn't."
The renegade turned to the Priest's wife and bent to muffle her screams with a
ravenous kiss. The erotic assault rattled her. The domineering tongue plundered her
mouth brought up a major convulsion.
The excruciating cramp forced Charlene's stomach into a small hard ball and the
child slid out of her body. The creature pulled up and licked his lips.
The woman was out of breath, but the pain ended.
"Thank you," she sighed. Her lids were heavy, she needed rest. She closed her royal
blue eyes.
The Renegade General scoffed, amused at her trust.
The newborn child captured his attention. Her wails bounced off the icy walls. He
drew a dagger with unreadable words in decorative pattern from a sheath on his left
arm, and cut the umbilical cord with a precise movement of his wrist.
He scooped the infant girl from the altar. He cradled her in his palms, and lifted
her tiny body closer to his mouth.
Pacij turned his eyes to our fellow angel, the baby's guardian, who looked at the
nauseating scene with disgust. The child was under the parents' care and they had
spiritual power over her life.
Hazug stared, his eyes on our angered faces.
He slurred the question to his Priest and his wife.
"Is she mine Bjorg, Charlene?"
"Yes,
General Hazug." Both offered the little girl.
Hazug smiled and chuckled. He licked the drops of blood from the baby's soft skin
and moaned..
"Delicious."
He stared into the little blue eyes.
"No fear.
You are entertaining, little Sylvia. You will be breathtaking. The Knaast women
feed my craves - hunger for flesh and lust."
?"Shall I groom her as the future Priestess, Master?"
"No. I need a Counselor. I'll skip her generation and take her son. You will use
the time to improve your skills, and when the boy becomes the most powerful warlock
ever you will share his forces."
Bjorg knelt and licked the creature's feet.
"I'm honored and proud."
The Renegade General snorted. "Stand. We have business to finish."
Bjorg nodded.
"Hilde, do your part."
The singer prostrated to lick his feet, and he smiled pleased.
"Take the infant to feed."
He handed the girl to Hilde who took her.
The baby's little mouth gaped wide, and her two small hands tore the golden tunic
apart to free the round globe. The newborn growled like a hungry animal, pounced
and caught the pink nipple between her gums in a toothless bite.
The first pull broke the skin, and blood gushed. The savage Knaast groaned in
ecstasy and the woman moaned.
As the newborn Knaast drank, the spell stopped the victim from reacting to the
severe blood loss with sexual pleasure.
"Olaf and Ormund. Help Hilde sit."
The two men ran to obey. Bjorg and the Renegade laughed amused.
"The Norwegian Chapter learned obedience."
"Yes, Master. I think they did."Hazug growled and the disciples shook with dread.
"My flames belong to me. I don't give, I lease."
The reaction made Bjorg grin.
"I'm sure they will remember this night."
?Hazug smiled at the infant girl.
"She is a voracious Knaast. So tiny but greedy and selfish. You Knaasts are
monsters.
I'm glad."
Hazug glanced at the Priest but he didn't look offended by the name calling.
The fallen angel placed his palms on Charlene's stomach and rubbed blood from the
altar on it.
"Did you prepare her for the sacrifice with my favorite seasoning?"
Captain Pacij was outraged.
"He does it on purpose. He provokes us. And the man is a monster."
"Yes, I think he does and Bjorg is a typical Knaast."
Colonel Bolnik nodded and I stared at the Renegade General who grinned, amused.
Lieutenant Venlig surprised me when he spoke. He had a quiet personality and talked
little.
"He enjoys our displeasure."
Unaware of us, the Knaast Priest knelt infront of the Renegade.
"I offer the mother of my child. Do as you wish."
Hazug smiled with satisfaction.
"Bjorg, you are a wonderful servant. My gift will show up in red on your map
tomorrow. I'll make it a large one."
The demon's traditional present when the Knaast traded their spouses was field of
diamonds.The man was excited.?
"I expected your generosity, Master."
The demon turned to whisper to the sleeping woman.
"Charlene," he called and she blinked. "Thank you for the gorgeous girl."
As he thanked, he slipped a hand inside the mother's body. The creature ate her
howl with a voracious kiss as he ripped out her uterus. The horrible scene always
rattled us. Colonel Bolnik breathed deep.
"He makes good of his promise of harm."
Pacij waved his hand over the crowd, and murmured.
"I don't understand why they comply with it."
After Charlene Knaast met her agonizing death, the slurping and tearing into flesh
were the only sounds in the cave.
After Hazug left, the Priest announced the end of the ceremony. He released the
sleeping girl from the cadaver's tight clutch and cuddled the baby. No remorse or
regret in his eyes. Bolnik realized the ugly truth.
"Humans sink too low."
Bjorg went around to the two sacrificed women and snapped his fingers. Powerful
hungry flames turned the remains into ashes. The Knaast family never left a trace
behind.
The supernatural flames consumed the sacrificed bodies.
The essence of every angel became the main tool of abomination in the hands of the
renegades. With the unpleasant thought, I finished our assignment.
"Let's go. We have no more reason to stay here."
"Thank you, General Sterlig. I do need the Creator's cleansing presence."
The Captain voiced our desire, and we vanished to our city.
Little Sylvia experienced her first taste of blood as her mother died.
Bjorg left the cave with his child in a tornado of fire, back to their stronghold,
the ancestral Knaast residence.
Ella, the first witch of the dynasty, received the fortress as a gift from tHazug
when her daughter was born after she killed her husband. The place persisted as a
symbol of the Knaast supernatural skills. The locals avoided it with good reason.
The warlock emerged from the cave as a single father and the future grandfather of
the most powerful warlock ever, yet to be born.