End of the Journey

I fight through the pain of the cold rain that has been falling for the last little bit.
 
I turned to the little witch whom my brother had felled. Moving closer, I change form to call the lightning down on her.
The electricity flows from the ground to the sky through the little witch.
 
The cursed cold rain has stopped. Good. I feel the strength returning to me. There is another one moving towards the witch who called the cold. I call forth the lightning again. It strikes true!
She is still moving; I will strike her again.
 
I am held still, I cannot move!
 
“Wait master! I haven’t failed you! My brothers and I will do as you tasked us!”
 
I feel my grip on the earthly plane fade from me. I fall to my knees as I return to my neither worldly form. I bow my head, and with a strong voice, “What is thy will my lord?”
 
Reclining luxuriously on his throne of sighing flesh, the Lord Andramelech turned his ember gaze on the servitors. "Tell me of how matters progressed, of these 'Heroes', their nature and character. And tell me, was Axul successful?"
 
" As you command my Lord, ," the lowly one raises his head slightly, looking at his lord's feet. "We were guarding Axul's summoning on the earthly plane as you directed. An airplane landed and the 'heroes' began trekking towards the mountain peak. They turned their attention towards our earthly portals. There was one who moved through the air quickly." He chuckles, "Axul had laid a beautiful trap around our portals. This dark one, seemingly of stars, stopped dead in the air, moving naught in any direction. The others with the dark one worked to free her." He smiles at the memory of the one trapped. “The others with her attempted to destroy our portals. Their best attacks only scuffed the statues.”
 
Tapping a finger thoughtfully on the arm of the chair "So they attacked, bringing you into play. Were you able to defeat them? Was Axul summoned?"
 
"Yes my Lord. They did attack, as you predicted. We were freed and set about to destroy them." He bows his head slightly. "They proved to be made of hardier stuff than most mortals. We set the winds, slowing them and trying to suck the very air from their lungs." He almost mumbles "They proved to not need to breathe.” He dares to raise his head slightly with a look of hope that the following information will please the Lord, "There was one of the dragonkind. I thought they were all destroyed. It was a young one, as it chose to walk instead of fly in our winds. It must not have had the strength of a true adult."
 
"Likely a wanderer from Faerie, back into the mortal realm as its mana-flows surge. You underestimated the mortals” the lowly one dips towards the floor at these words, “but that is well enough, these new beings are like unto their heroes of old, or even demi-gods. A worthy challenge." A surge of relief passes across the lowly one’s face.
 
"There was a metal golem who also seemed to be a witch, who called down cold rain upon us. My brother struck her, causing much damage to himself. He seems to have only dazed her."
 
"Another magical being? Fascinating. Old Powers and New."
 
"Yes, my Lord." He pauses but a moment, "As for Axul, he did not make his presence known to us. As I and one of my brothers were moving to stop the heroes from reaching the mountain top and the temple, we were returned here." He bows his head again, "my Lord, I do not have all the answers you have requested of me."
 
"He dismissed you, without allowing you to complete your duty - before he had appeared. So, my end of the bargain is complete. His releasing you from duty ere he made manifest, but while you were still in conflict...” the lowly one listens with rapt attention, “suggests that he achieved something that he did not wish me to see, or that he had some goal other than that which I was told. So, I have the door opened a crack, and I have Axul of the Crimson Flower Headdress in my debt... and he has achieved something he does not wish me to know of. You have done better than I had expected, if not as well as I might have hoped. You and your brothers may disport yourselves amongst the Wrathful on the 5th until I call upon you again."
 
He bows, his head touching the floor "Thank you oh gracious Lord!" He rises to his feet, head still down, and backs to the door, "We are ever at your beck and call." When he reaches the door and it opens, he backs out of it. As the door closes, he disappears in a puff of fire and brimstone with a wicked smile upon his face.