Dark Angel

Ch.13 the Demons of the Past

Ok let's face it; we all have demons in all of our pasts. Some more fiery and more terrible than others, But we all know that the universe always finds away so that when we are least expecting it, we have to face these demons… dang.

The sun was setting below the green hills. Red streaks stretched across the sky as the last rays of sunlight touched slurin's skin. The last bit of warmth was blown away by the first chilly winds of fall spread throughout the silent forest. The frost had started to settle when slurin opened his eyes. The wound on his side was coated in dry, black blood. His fingers twitched as he went to pull the arrow head out.

"Over here! Look over here! He has to be around here somewhere!" many voices shouted throughout the trees.

Slurin quickly dragged himself over to some dark patches of ferns. Sitting himself up against a strong oak tree he attempted to remove the arrow head. He grimaced as his fingers slowly dug into the wound. He held back his screams as the he gripped the arrow. It slowly scratched its way out, grinding muscle and flesh. With one final, painful tug the arrow dislodged itself. Quickly healing himself with magic slurin shot like a bolt of lightning through the forest after lureana. For five days he chased, only stopping to drink as he ran, for he was going to the one place that he had never wanted to see again.

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Slurin crawled on the cold, ash-covered ground. Thunder raged in the sky. The clouds were as dark as the ash covered earth around him. No water, no hunting game ever came near this cursed place for hundreds of years, for the dark mountain had been transformed into a twisted, tormented, evil castle.

The two dracosh standing guard would not find out how this upcoming war would end as two snapping sounds were quickly silenced and their corpses fell to the ground. Slurin looked up to the highest balcony; it was over fifty stories to the top. Looking straight at the wall, slurin let the powerful energy within him to flow to his fingers until they became dark claws. He twitched as he touched the wall. Without any another sound he dug his claws into the black stone and scaled up the wall. The stone groaned and cracked by the force of his muscles. He firmly grabbed the edge of the balcony and gracefully flipped himself over onto the floor inside.

Using all of his senses, he looked for lureana. For a while he only felt the dracosh that roamed inside the castle. He finally felt her in the throne room. Her heart was barely beating, her breathing was shallow. Even though there was barley any light eliminating from the dim torches along the walls, slurin moved like a shadow. He dove from one shadow to the next making his way to the throne room. He moved with such grace and skill that even the dust on the cold floor remained undisturbed.

He stopped right in front of the throne room door. The door was very large with a black, stone dragon circling itself in a circle carved into it. The stone head of the dragon had glowing rubies for eyes. Torturous memories raced through slurin's mind as he grabbed the head. Sweat started to drip down his forehead as he turned it to the right. The dragon's mouth grabbed its tale. Fire flowed through the dragon like veins carry blood. The door slowly opened itself as slurin sneaked inside. What little confidence slurin had with him was quickly changed to terror as he looked up at lureana; she was chained onto a black, demonic woman statue, the woman had glowing eyes just like the dragon. Lureana's beautiful dress was in shreds, her skin was pale.

"Lureana!" slurin shouted losing all train of thought.

He jumped onto the statue and ripped the chain away from her and gently caught her in his arms. Lureana's eyes were closed, her breathing labored.

"I'm going to get you out of here." He whispered to her.

"Not if I can help it!" rowin shouted behind him.

Rowin grabbed a short black staff with a diamond shaped rubies on both ends. It was only about as long as his hand but he was getting ready to strike. Slurin looked in horror as terrible memories flooded into his mind. A thin fire had started to slither from one of the rubies and soon became a long, crackling whip. Slurin barley missed the strike of the whip as he jumped out of its path. The whip hit the statue which exploded into smoke.

"I'm going to kill her slurin!" rowin shouted. "I'm going to kill her just like I killed your mother and then I'm…"

Slurin could barley even hear the threats as he fled down the hall. Flamed were flying past him as he ran. Statues, paintings, carpets all exploded in flame and smoke. Slurin didn't stop. He quickly turned right as he reached the end of the hall. He ran down a staircase until he found a blue-green tile hidden on the floor. He pressed on the tile and the wall opened up beside him. Wind rushed into the staircase from the outside. He prepared to jump before he realized that it was covered with an invisible wall.

"No! This can't be right! What spell is this?!" his mind screamed.

His mind raced with all the spells it could possibly be. There were too many counter spells to try.

"Slurin." Rowin's voice echoed through the staircase as he came closer. "If you take your rightful place and rejoin me at my side… I'll let her go." Rowin finished. He was only three feet away from slurin.

Rowin held out his hand. Slurin looked straight into his eyes. The corners of rowin's mouth twitched with impaticnce. Slurin only let two words pass through his lips as a blue flame grew in his hand.

"Bite me." he said sharply.

Rowin didn't have time to respond as slurin's hand sparked to life in blue flame. Slurin took one slash into the wall next to min and the stone crumbled leaving a hole. Slurin jumped through the hole and plunged towards the ground. He opened his wings. The filled up with air and he flew away through the dark clouds. Rowin started to pursue them. But when he touched the hole it erupted in blue flame burning his hand.

"ARRGH!!!!!!!" rowin screamed in pain and rage. "I will find her slurin! And when I do I will kill her without mercy! Did you hear me?! I will kill her! And you will regret the day you were born before the end!"

Slurin didn't hear the rest of the screams as the wind rushed past him. He felt lureana's skin. She was deathly cold.

"It's ok… I'm going to take care of you." he gently whispered to her.

He gently pressed his lips on her forehead and let his warmth become hers. Color came back to her skin, her heart beat became stronger, her breathing normal. But the only thing that she could feel was the soft wind rush past her.