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Hell’s Fury- Dark Armed
Chapter X
Draconian Thighs
What was once a glorious peak, Mt. Everest had met long ago with disaster. It’s size reduced to a cuff of dirt. In the midst of this dirt stood a dank castle, raised from stone. The building containing many chambers, amongst four different wings. In the center of the four wings was a large roof side court with stone gargoyles, etched to match demonic creatures. It was quaint with lush grass. The sun breached overhead, glowing upon a staggering dark figure. It was head of the castle, Lucifer.
He walked to the center of the court yard, his body seemed to give off steam from the glow of the sun. He was distraught that he lost his prey and the day would give his feast time to plan, but he intended for that not to happen. The storm he had conjured had dissipated and now nature gave off an over bearing glow.
“You think you can over come…” He spoke to many things, but mainly to the earth. He waved his hand, a steam of darkness pouring out. His other one saluted, more steam. “Not in sun, nor moon light, but in fog!” The darkness soon concealed the sun and his fog barrier cast over the castle, but it grew and grew. “This world will be mine!” He looked to his now darkened with grey sky and began laughing maniacally.
Behind an angelic looking gargoyle, the man who had informed Lucifer of Tamoka’s blood stood. Guile had a grin upon his face, amused by Lucifer’s dribble. He remained hidden, himself part of the fog, for he knew there were many dark patrolling creatures about.
“Now for Envoy’s of darkness…” Lucifer would take flight to the sky, but the region of seclusion around Everest was vast. A man by himself could not find the needle Tamoka, so he conjured several shadowy copies of himself. Only in appearance they formed him. No voice, nor did they share his power. “Go my incarnations, locate Tamoka!” There was five and he cast them off. He himself went higher, only to where his barrier of fog ended, not leaving it.
“I shall not leave this region unguarded as well, awake my servants!” He lowered his hand and the gargoyles shed their stony veils, becoming fleshly creatures. Horrific specters, that would watch his estate. He himself would be on the search, for either Hellian or Human. Lucifer’s hunger had grown impatient.
“You’ll feed me too, right master?” A females voice called out to Lucifer, followed by the materialization of a woman dressed in black straps, covering her bosom and womanhood. Her hair came down to her feet and was a veil of black, beneath these strands were small wings constricted by her torso straps.
Lucifer smirked to her, giving a strong embrace. “Of course, I dare not dine without you.” He truly had no intention of sharing, but he would use her to gain what he desired. She was another servant of his darkness, one with thought and free will, much like Ducard.
“Promise?” Her black lips trembled as her sultry eyes gazed up at him.
“Of Course Arseela.” His lips went toward hers, but she exposed her neck, already there were several punctures. Lucifer clenched his mouth, creating new marks with his elongated fangs, but instead of draining her of blood his teeth injected her like syringes. He fueled her with the demonic blood that he had purged many others of.
Her eyes became red and her wings overcame the straps and she took off flying into the sky. Lucifer watched with a certain pride as his ‘creation’ took flight.
Within the base of Mt. Everest AnRak was busy at work, melding Tamoka’s new armor. He had etched out a boiling pot for the metal to be poured, the fumes however bothered his comrades. Shielsia was worried about getting out.
To ease this fear Kalbe decided to convince AnRak that leaving was their most pressing option. AnRak would hear nothing of it.
“We will not leave, not until I am finished.” The glow of his makeshift kiln gave his face an orange tint.
“Then what, lug that heavy armor around?” Kalbe was turning impatient. Then the chest plate of Tamoka’s new armor came hurdling at him. He caught and was surprised at how light it was.
“Will this thing even stop a bullet?”
“You’re welcome to test.” AnRak was more focused on the next mold. He had no intention of leaving. Kalbe needed a new way to coerce him.
This time Kalbe came on a bit gentler, kneeling beside AnRak. “Look man, we’re sitting ducks in here. I know you got a beef against Lucifer, but hiding-”
The painful memories of AnRak’s past encounters with Lucifer made the man fierce. “You know nothing of pain, the battles, the lives lost, they are nothing compared to the pain Lucifer will cause!” AnRak stood up, he was now towering over Kalbe. “Tamoka maybe lost out there and if she’s still alive, I’ll keep my promise to her!”
“Keeping your promise to Tamoka, won’t bring back your dead wife!” Kalbe gave a low blow, from the chasm before Shielsia gasped at this painful remark, holding Yazl close to her bosom for comfort.
AnRak’s fist came towards Kalbe, striking him in the jaw bone. The dark man fell back, his sunglasses flying off of his face.
“You’re a real b*****d, ya know that!” Kalbe rubbing blood from his lip, as he staggered to his feet. He jumped at AnRak, who easily subdued him. The greater force pushed Kalbe’s face near the kiln. He could smell the strong molten liquid.
“Stop!” Shielsia huddled over to pull them apart. Yazl also lent a hand, more so a tooth as he bit the back of AnRak’s leg.
Freeing himself of the two weaker subjects, AnRak released Kalbe. “If you three wish to go, then go… I have my promise to keep.”
“You made a promise to me too!” Shielsia whimpered.
“Yea and we’re a family.” Yazl mentioned, but there was know persuading AnRak.
He looked to them, sadly. “I will finish this.” There was a whole scattering of several different pieces of golden armor with black tints around the joints. “Only a few more pieces and it’ll be perfect.” his mind was currently fixated on this goal.
Kalbe shook his head. “Find us when you’re done then, we’re going to look for her.” He walked off, followed by the unsure Yazl and Shielsia. They all wanted to stay, but it was dangerous. There was smoke pouring out of the cave as they walked out.
“Wonder why Lucifer hasn’t found us…” Kalbe scratched his chin. The sun was bright in the red sky and the black smoke contrasted so obviously against it.
Both Shielsia and Yazl were thinking because he had been kept busy by Tamoka. That’s why neither her nor Lucifer bothered to check the cave. The true reason why Tamoka hadn’t gone to find the cave was because she was distracted, but not by Lucifer.
The silver pendant with the pentagram symbol that was usually attached to Tamoka’s collar, was now in the hands of Ducard. He held it tight with his broken arm, while clenching a rock in his good arm.
“Ready?” He asked.
“Don’t warn me, just do it!” The demonic girl hissed at him.
Ducard threw the rock as hard as he could. Tamoka couldn’t see it coming and it struck upon her left thigh. “Dammit, try again!”
Another rock came flying to Tamoka, this time hitting her forehead. She fell over this time onto her back. It was true, that pentagram she wore provided her with instincts that without it she now lacked. However she was determined to prove that she could fight on her own. She stood up.
“Lucky shot, do it again!”
Lightly Ducard tossed the pendant back to her. She tried to catch it, but fumbled completely, dropping it on the ground. Her eyes tremble. She was so pathetic without the spell that the pentagram put upon her. It was unbelievable, but the evidence was too obvious to ignore.
She collapsed to her knees hands and knees, her wings veiled over her back like a blanket. Without that tiny piece of metal, she was so weak, no greater than the common human.
Ducard knelt before her, gently placing his, now gloved hand on her chin, bringing her crimson eyes to his yellow ones. “Your family left you this heirloom, so that you could survive. Perhaps you are blind without it, but can you not see this?” His gentle voice only made it worse.
“I don’t need your pity!” She turned away on her feet, leaving the pendant on the ground. “Let’s try one more time!”
He shook his head snatching the pentagram up. “No, it is pointless.”
“You calling me weak!?” She shrieked at him.
“I’m calling you an idiot.” His hand came to her neck and he reattached the pendant to her collar. “This is as useful to you as your jugular vein, it is a part of you.” He smiled.
She clutched her hand over her neck, holding the pentagram. “If you tell anybody I’ll-”
“Your secret will be safe with me.” He was assuring.
Though the mood had become brighter, the air became thick with fog. Tamoka and Ducard could barely see each other. Usually the girls eyes could pierce the darkness, but this grey was too bright for her to see a thing. Then she felt his hand onto hers.
“This is his doing, we mustn’t get separated.” He whispered.
“Shhh, something’s coming.” It wasn’t foot steps or wings, but Tamoka heard something scattering the leaves above the upper layer of forest.
“Quickly, let’s go!” Before Ducard could pull her away she jumped, letting go of his hand.
Ducard also pulled away, for the demonic hand of a shadowy man had struck beside him. It’s eyes gave off a dark glow.
“Lucifer…” Tamoka could see him, by it’s eyes, her teeth snarling.
“No, it’s one of his shadow puppets. It will alert him though!”
“Like hell it will!” Tamoka jumped at the droll puppet, her hands slashing her hot spurs outwards. The tall figure caught her wrists, but as it did she lunged her elbow spikes forward, gouging the creature in the chest. Her legs then also wrapped around it’s waist, locking in as her fists beat the puppet into dust.
“Piece of cake!” Tamoka walked beside Ducard, gloating.
He warned her that more would come and that they were searching purely for her. “It’s operation Grey… The protocol in which he would cover this whole region in darkness and release his army to seek out any intruder.”
“So… You know the way to his base?”
“Yes, but-”
“Take me to it, if all of his soldiers are searching for me, he’ll be all alone.” She grinned.
“Even alone, he is more powerful than any living being or shadow creature, he’ll destroy you!” Ducard warned, but Tamoka explained the only reason she did so poorly in her previous encounter with the king of darkness, was because she was blinded.
“Very well, but we will most likely die…” He led her to the castle atop the broken mountain.
Running through the woods Kalbe, Shielsia and Yazl were being chased by one of Lucifer’s gargoyles. The stone creature was zooming through the air, tearing down trees in it’s wake.
“Dammit, we should have stayed back!” Kalbe yelled as he ran.
Shielsia could not run anymore. “I’ve lived a full life…” She crashed to her knees panting, she was not ready to die, but she was not ready to sprint another leg.
“Come on, let’s go!” Yazl pulled at her arm, but it was no use. The three were also surrounded by the bright darkness of the fog and could only see the red flashing eyes of the gargoyle.
“I’ve got a target!” Kalbe pulled out his hand gun and pointed it to the stone apparition, releasing a whole entire round at it. The bullets did nothing and it continued to approach.
“Dammit…” He fell in front of Yazl and Shielsia. “This is it guys, we‘re all gonna die.”
“Kalbe…” Shielsia had tears in her eyes as she leaned into him, holding Yazl to her and his side. He too leaned in. It was the end and there was no days after this. With this in mind, they’re lips felt moist upon one another. Both groaning in the soft caress of each other’s arms.
A large burst of red appeared over the head and the gargoyle was reduced to rubble. The kiss broke.
“What… What just happened?” Kalbe looked to where the blast came from and a man was floating above them. “Who are you?”
“Nobody.” The shrill voice of Guile spoke, before he vanished.
“Phwew, that was too close-” Kalbe was smacked in the face with a large golden bible.
“You creep!!!” She screamed at him.
Yazl shook his head. “Ya know Ms. Shielsia, if you weren’t carrying that book you could’ve ran faster…”
The three decided to go back to the cave, if they could find it through the thick fog. All wondering who that strange man was that saved them.
The demon lady Arseela had been led by the smoke of AnRak’s cave. Her fangs grinned over her black lips. She had found the human’s den and couldn’t wait to see how many of them were within.
AnRak was busy on the final piece of the armor, which consisted of six different sections. The wings, which were connected by strings he ripped from his own body armor, so that they could move in sections. The ankle and feet guards, the torso and back plates that had slide sections for Tamoka’s wings to fit through. The skid plates and thigh shields. Two large claws that could go over her wrists, extending out at least a foot. Finally there was the shoulder pads, which he was now hard at work with. However his work was about to be interrupted.
“A deadly danger looms within, no longer outside, open your senses.” A squeaky voice was heard.
“Huh? Shielsia?” AnRak looked about. Though the voice sounded as if it was coming from his ear.
“To the mouth, the opening, go there now, or be sautéed.”
“Who’s there?” AnRak turned to the opening of the cave and saw a shadow brisk through, against the orange-ish wall. AnRak quickly took his sword and was ready for combat.
“Behind you, slash!”
AnRak obeyed blindly, slashing his rapier from behind, it deflected several long oncoming claws.
“Mmm… Such a daring man, to strike at me..” The sultry voice of the girl spoke as her claws wrapped around AnRak’s blade, quickly the man jumped backwards, pulling his gun from his holster and shot the girl. She fell back, but only laughed in a howling demonic tone.
“You work for Lucifer don’t you?” AnRak frowned, regaining his sword.
“No, we work together.” She smirked, her devilish eyes gazed at him seductively.
Taking the offensive AnRak came at her with the sword. “You harlot!”
“That’s me!” She grabbed his sword, her blade-like fingers were gushing blood however, but this gave her the opening she needed, extending her other hand against his chest.
AnRak quickly fended that attack off with one of Tamoka’s thigh plates. He pushed her away and slashed her hand clean off with his sword.
“That tickled dear…” She chuckled, picking up her severed hand, reattaching it to her body.
While she did this, AnRak came at her again, still holding the thigh plate in his other hand as a shield. His sword went straight through her abdomen. She wasn’t dressed in much, so no clothes were punctured, but black blood flowed out, incasing the sword.
“You have no idea how to fight demonic blood do you?” She smirked.
“Perhaps not…” He pulled his sword out, then placed the thigh plate in the kiln, to scoop enough molten metal, flinging it at her. This burned her shoulder and even gave her pain. The melted bone of the great monster Gaidra was perhaps the key to destroying demonic blood.
“Though I just learned.”
“Idiotic man!” Her hand came at him again, leaving five grazed slashes upon his face, he grabbed her hand and shoved it into the kiln. She squirmed, groaning in pain.
“Stop…” She hardly shown any pain, but her body quivered with it.
“Burn!” His sword came down upon her neck, slicing her head off.
The severed head, also had now a shorter hair cut. It rolled downwards screaming. The body wobbled about. AnRak directed the rolling head into the kiln. The face stood outwards howling, until it was completely engulfed in the molten liquid.
The conscious body still had life. It sprouted two wings, attempting to fly off, but AnRak cut it down, before it could escape. “Lucifer..” AnRak cursed, feeling a bit of pity for the wicked wench. “No more will fall under your spell!”
AnRak took one of the girls wings. He used it as a bag to carry Tamoka’s armor. He left the cave, now set on finding her and his other lost friends.
 Shielsia · Wed Oct 20, 2010 @ 11:19pm · 0 Comments |
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