Roderick
"Where are you, my dear nephew?"
Roderick Blakely pressed his lips together as he stayed low into some bushes, sweat trickling down his brow. He even was holding his breath as he heard his aunt and her "demonic death squad" approach. His hands curled into fists as his skin felt feverish to the touch.
The magic within him wanted - no ached - to be released upon his enemies. Even though they slaughtered my bodyguards . . . He knew Gormalith would be upset because one of them had been trained by the ancient hero personally. He hadn't gotten to know the rest of his guard yet and they had been slaughtered by his aunt's demonic guards and now they were after him, to bring him back to her alive.
Because she probably wants to give my body to her demonic patron so he can materialize in the real world, he thought before gathering the components to a teleportation spell from his pouch. Roderick chanted the spell and stood up.
Two red skinned and winged cambions lead the progression, with a large woman with a snake's body for her lower half and six arms proceeding with them. Above them, sitting side saddle on a broom stick, was his aunt Reina in her crimson robes. "Ah there you are!" she said with a smile, "How nice of you to join us, darling boy."
"Fuck you," Roderick said before activating his teleportation spell.
Sigils lit up at his feet and he felt that familiar queasiness every time he teleported, like his stomach rising into his throat and his head spinning. Lights sparked around him as he felt his stomach drop down back into place as he couldn't tell what was up and what was down. The world ended up ass over teakettle and instead of materializing into place, he felt the ground reach up and hit him in the face.
"What in nine Hells happened," Roderick muttered as his ears were filled with loud, strange noises. Pushing himself up, he looked around only to hear a loud roar and lights nearly blinding him as something came barreling at him. Something very large.
"Fly!" he shouted before shooting up into the air above the carriage like object, only to discover countless more on a road unlike any he had ever seen before with buildings made of steel and crystal that touched the sky.
"I am not in Wulfscry anymore, that is certain," he said to himself before landing on a place were other people were standing safely.