That which you cannot Buy
Ortemis surveyed the valley of Auchindoun. The Place was unrivaled in beauty. Perfect green grass collided with patches of soft pink flowers, Dew drops blanketing everything, giving the valley a silvery dream like quality. Ortemis looked out over a hazed orange sky, a timid sun peeping over a distant mountain range. She glanced sideways at her soon to be employed tools; a hand musket and a Broadsword, at rest by a chair. Judgment rapidly approached and she knew she could avoid fate no longer. Picking up her small arsenal she gave a frustrated sigh. She carefully holstered her weapons, broadsword loosely sheathed across her back and musket concealed under a thick brown coat.
The time was nigh
A lone raven perched itself atop a boulder flanking Ortemis. It's beady eyes darted around. No danger. Slowly, it tilted its head toward the sky and let out a shrill screech, It's sour call answered by one… then a million more. Ortemis knew her time had come, though what happened next was completely unanticipated. A column of the purest black erupted from a black Crow-filled sky, Scorching the very earth around it with an irreversible taint. Something of pure shadow emerged from the folds of the blacker-than-black. At first, it was a shadow, an illusion of the eye, darting from side to side, but as Ortemis looked more closely, she was able to define the of insect pincers, the sharp talons and the hunched body, encased in a robe blacker than the beam of darkness enveloping the figure. A low growl erupted from what appeared as the demons mouth. Ortemis did not hear words, But they bashed their way into her mind. A million tembling voices spoke in unison,
"Ortemis…" they groped at his flesh
"Khronos" she spat, as if to expel the filth the word held with it.
"Come with me.. I will take you now… I will make it painlessss… Step into the shadow"…
Ortemis felt her body convulse against her will, Jutting awkwardly toward the all-consuming dark energy. She stopped herself, will being greater than the abomination before her.
"If its me you want.." Thundered ortemis , with new found courage
"Yessss" Replied the suffering voices
Ortemis unsheathed her broadsword, now encased in glowing white fire, and leveled it toward the demonic figure.
"Well, you'll never take me alive!" She shouted.
She let out a howl of rage and swung.