Chapter Three

Incorruptible

Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

I'm really getting sick of this. Aragon thought bitterly to himself, as he once again cam around, opened his eyes and found he couldn't see anything.
Many would thank chance that they didn't die instead. Commented the voice of the Demon.
Been there, done that, Thelduin decided I needed a second try at life; now what do you want with me? Aragon retorted, figuring that as he was already neck-deep in it, antagonising the Demon, would make little difference.
Ah, I can taste your fear… the Demon said, and there was all too distinct a tone of relish in it's thoughts. I, and the rest of my kind have reconsidered what your killing of your killer means… We…believe we may have been mistaken about your role in events to come. Now, instead of dying, you will become Incorruptible,-the touch of the Ruinous Four shall be turned aside by your soul as surely as your blade will turn away others… And this protection we will extend to your skulblaka as well.
What are you talking about? Demanded Aragon, finally becoming fed up with the evasive, half-riddled, mystic twaddle the Demon was spouting.

The only answer he got, was a subtle brightening of the darkness.
He could faintly see now, but he found he couldn't move, and an ominous buzzing filled the air.
A surge of lambent heat erupted through him, and Aragon screamed allowed until his voice went hoarse.


Bend your knee and accept my gift, that you may spill blood for eternity in my name! The voice was of distilled hate and fire, and insistent beyond anything He had encountered before.
But I already have a sword… He thought feebly, and the burning was gone, replaced by a hideous wet, clammy feeling like he was fevered and in a swamp of slick excrement.

Well, chap, how about you accept my favour, and spread my cheer existence over? This voice was deceptively cheerful, but the sound of it just made Him want to stab Himself and end it all.
Thelduin's favour is the only one I care for.
The sickening clammy feeling was gone as quickly as it come, to be replaced by a feeling of icy energy, like he was using magic.

Serve me, and the secrets of the universe will be yours, along with the power to rule, destroy and do as you desire… This voice was quiet, and the offer was an innocent suggestion.
Then what'll I do to pass the time? He replied cheekily.
There was a distinct harrumph, then an evil chuckle, then this voice to was gone.

Then there was agony. Agony worse than any He had ever felt, and yet was also an ecstasy beyond anything He'd ever dreamed of.
If you'd help me… said a seductively sultry voice, all silk and sadism, I could offer you pleasure beyond your wildest fantasies, and the ability to wreak agony on those who'd question you…
And suffer in equal measures. He replied, not fooled by this one in the slightest. He knew things balanced out in the end.

Howls of outrage wracked Him, followed by a odd sensation of simultaneously being snap-frozen and incinerated.


Aragon? The concerned call made him jerk awake, and stare around quietly.
'Garjzla!' He croaked, and a soft white light bloomed into existence.

To his surprise, he was naked, and all his clothes were gone.
Also, Thelduin was glancing down at him in concern.

'Thelduin!' Cried Aragon in relief, and hugged her fiercely. 'Where were you?' He asked, noting they were still in a cave.
I've been wandering these caves for…I don't know how long trying to find you, she replied. I just found you here, lying naked. What have you been doing? She asked, and there was just a note of teasing in her tone.

Aragon shared the relevant memories with her, though he felt there was a bit missing between where he'd blacked out the second time, and woken up here.
He'd been clothed when he'd woken the second time after all…

Mmm…Ancient that thing was, though I do not think it was as evil as you suppose. Thelduin said. At any rate, it matters little; we still have to find a way out of here.
A breeze tickled Aragon's neck, and he turned to see a small seam in the wall, just barely wide enough for him to fit through.
I think I found it. He said, indicating.
Without discussing what she was going to do, Thelduin shrunk herself, then scurried through the seam, leaving Aragon with his little white light.
He was very glad that there was no one else down in the cave with him. Not because he was self conscious about his body, but because of the inherent embarrassment of being naked in front of someone.

A few minutes later, Thelduin returned.
This fissure runs to an underground lake, but it is one Teclian showed me once, and I can find my way out from there. She said, with a note of relief.
Aragon didn't need to be told that it was probably significant to the dragons, and that Thelduin probably wouldn't elaborate further.

Without comment, he followed her, squeezing into the narrow crack, actually half pleased it was wet and he could fit through the gaps without scraping skin from his chest or arms.
I'll just try not to dwell on the analogy that could be made… Aragon decided privately, and fervently hoped no one was waiting at the end of the fissure.

Ah, yeah…

Long time between updates, but what else is new?

Hit writers block, and have been dedicating a lot of time to my original fiction.

I'm just putting down whatever I feel might work at the minute, so for anyone who follows my other stories, don't expect updates to come too fast.

Now,

Thank you:

For Reviewing: Hideout Writer, HAMH solangedrama, Forsaken By All.

For the Story Alert: HAMH solangedrama.

For the Author Alert: John Christopher L. Ticyado.

If I missed anyone, that's due to the long time between updates, and the stuff I've received between then and now,-or now and then, depending on what you prefer.

So, 'til next time:

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