Diablo 2: Longing to be with you (Chapter 6)
By Amethyst Haze
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Disclaimer: I do not own Diablo II, its concepts, its designs or anything else related to it. Those are the property of Blizzard Entertainment, this story is simply a non-profit tribute and parody. This story is Rated R for moments of sexual content, offensive language and violence.
Amethyst Haze's comments: If this story sounds EXTREMELY familiar to you.... then you've read the original fanfic as the NC-17 version when it was under my old pen name. I will not be writing like that anymore.
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Sturdy sticks of wood bound in a triangle and supporting a small gadget sprung out from the ground. That small gadget however was often underestimated because of its size. The enemy however could only laugh briefly before hell's wrath was unleashed and the evil was engulfed in a furious wave of a fiery pain.
The same ice queen' expression remained glued to Krysta's feminine facial features as the intense glow of the fire illuminated her skin and sparkled in her dimmed eyes. Nevia quietly observed Krysta as she cruelly watched the scarab demon writhe in agony. The scarab's demonic scream ripped through the foreboding silence that inhabited the Halls of the Dead.
The fire slowly died, crackling - hopeful like a human's last breath in its life. Krysta quietly turned away with a deep breath, her eyes scanning the empty room, no life left except for the sorceress and her own. All evil had been eradicated from these evil halls...Halls of the Dead indeed.
Krysta walked over to an open, charred sarcophagus. She quickly located the cover and returned it to its rightful place, Nevia still watching.
The black-leather clad woman motioned for the sorceress to sit down upon the vacant death-box for a chat. "In a place like this??" Nevia thought, sauntering over. "I know she wanted privacy, but this is nuts."
The assassin remained quiet as she removed the razor sharp katars from her hands and let them drop to the floor with a clatter. "My love... she was an amazon," she murmured softly.
Nevia stared, unsure of whether Krysta was joking or not. "A-are you serious? An amazon??" The assassin's face hardened into a stern gaze, "Yes, you're not the only one surprised by that either." Nevia was absolutely stunned, "An amazon," she repeated, still in disbelief, "Whoa.... That's odd... what's next, a paladin?"
A dark gaze shot out from the assassin, startling the sorceress. The corner of her mouth frowned. "Paladins...." she scoffed. "I'd rather die."
The raven-haired sorceress blinked. "Did I say something wrong?" She thought before speaking, "Uh... what was her name?"
Taking a deep breath to prepare for her story, Krysta lowered her head, "Her name was Avery... and, gods, she was beautiful... she also was very intelligent." A sorrowful smile spread across Krysta's pale face. "She also said things that even crossed my mind. It was like she was reading my mind. I thought we were connected and it was fate...." her voice trailed.
Nevia sympathetically squeezed Krysta's shoulder as a prompt to continue on.
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Among the scattered flower petals and silk pillows thrown on the bed, a pair of dark brown eyes beneath strong eyebrows peered out from its fluttering eyelids. His vision slightly blurred, he groaned and grasped the side of his head lightly in response to the chorus of dull pain echoing from his temples. He threw the thin silk blanket off of his nude form.
The angry flickering of the oil lamp from the wind's warm and gentle breath forced the shadows of all the objects in the room dancing in hypnotic rhythm to the garish light. His shadow moved along with him as he sat up in his bed, shaking his head momentarily before focusing his eyes.
Through the open doors of the balcony, a gust of the dry desert wind floated in, sweeping lightly like whispers on his bare skin and making him shiver as though in a ghost's wrath. Faint sounds of distant chattering, conversation and singing drifted into the quiet sanctuary along with the musky smell of burning incense laced in the gusts of the Lut Gholein wind. Another strong burst of wind rushed in, playfully running along the masculine curves of his body and ruffling his hair..
Erix licked his lips. The painful dryness of his cracked lips left but the strange taste in his mouth remained. Perhaps it was morning breath, but an odd one with a slightly tart and dry aftertaste, reminding him of a sleeping draught he once downed in a desperate attempt to cure his insomnia. "What is that taste?" he groaned softly, looking around the room for something to wash down the horrid taste.
"Mmmmm..."
Erix froze as the ghost's wrath-like feeling returned and gripped him tightly. "??" He hesitantly turned to his leftside and the sheet he had rid himself of was shifting. The voice sounded deep, but not deep enough to be male. That was comforting to know.
The paladin smiled and leaned into the silk-cloaked hourglass figure that was lying on its side away from Erix. "Nevia," he murmured, his hand falling upon the shoulder of his blanketed lover. "Wake up." Nevia didn't move an inch in response to his shaking. She lay perfectly still, her breath freezing in her chest.
He chuckled. He knew damn well that the woman wasn't a morning person and often looked as though she'd spontaneously combust if sunlight graced her skin. But, even though he woke up to her grumpy face with a dread on all the countless mornings of their journeys, he knew that today would be different. He just had no idea how different it would be.
"Wake up," he murmured again in a low voice, pulling the warm blanketed body closer to his own nakedness. The corners of his lips twitched playfully. "Nevia, get up or we'll have to do it all over again." Of course, he was hoping she didn't respond at all so he could caress every curve of her body once more.
With a satisfied grin, Erix counted to three, his hand slipping under the blanket and finding one of her voluptuous breasts to bestow an affectionately possessive squeeze upon. He gently kneaded the soft flesh of her breast and was thanked with a small moan. "Nevia..." he murmured, lifting away the thin blanket to kiss his beloved's face.
His own face contorted with shock and confusion when the dainty facial features he was expecting to find were replaced with a much stronger facial structure and dark eyes staring backādark eyes which weren't of Nevia's hue. "Nevia?" the woman repeated in a shocked tone.
Erix's eyes widened as he pulled back, getting off the soft bed, unable to comprehend the switch in women. "F-Fara???" he stammered, his right hand grabbing at his hair. "What're you doing here??"
Groggily, the female blacksmith slowly sat up on the bed, her dark skin standing out against the pale lavender silk blankets. "E-erix?" she stared at him, one eye half open but displaying the same bemused expression..
The paladin could barely believe his eyes. What was she doing here? He thought, shaking his head with a silent prayer that any second he'd wake from this nightmare. But his prayer remained unanswered as his eyes swept over Fara's body in all her naked splendor. His eyes drifted from her half-lidded eyes to the curve of her neck and then to the dark circles of her nipples.
Catching his gaze, Fara became fully aware of her nakedness and Erix's. She quickly pulled the blanket up, clutching it close to her chest to hide her charms. She turned away and blushed furiously, her tangled hair falling in front of her face as though to shield her from any more embarrassment.
Erix responded identically to her own actions. He grabbed at one of the blankets and wrapped himself in it. He sat down hesitantly on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to say.
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Nevia shifted nervously in her seat atop the sarcophagus. She hated having to listen to the story of Krysta's passionate moments with her dearest Avery. It wasn't the details that made her uncomfortable, it was because she found herself aroused at the thought of two women together. With her knees touching together, she squeezed her thighs together by flexing the muscles. She could feel her arousal pulsing through her lower body and she didn't want that feeling to stay.
The assassin sighed, raising and turning her head to face the other woman. "There will always special moments with a loved one that will be remembered and greatly missed when they're gone... I think the reason I loved her so much was after making love to her.... I realized that she could be both strong and vulnerable at the same time... but ONLY for me. I loved that so much. She was really something special to me."
Nevia nodded, looking up and staring at the empty halls in front of her as Krysta's eyes settled upon the sorceresses body. She chuckled inside, knowing that the young sorceress probably was turned on. What gave it away was how stiffly she was sitting and the sight of her hardened nipples through her shirt. With a mischievous gleam in her eye, the assassin cutely beeped her friends nipple through the emerald green cloth.
Startled by the sudden touch, the sorceress fell backwards over the sarcophagus, landing on her back upon on a small and dusty pile of a decaying skeleton with her legs still up on the sarcophagus. "Ahhh!!" she shrieked, not at the remains she fell upon but at the bold move of her friend. "What was THAT for???!
The assassin laughed throatily, "You were turned on."
"I-I'm not!!" she retorted feebly, still lying on the ground.
From her vantagepoint, Krysta her head towards where Nevia once sat and peered at the sorceress now on the floor. "Yeah you are, your panties don't lie."
"Don't look, you perv!" Blushing furiously, Nevia quickly threw her legs off the sarcophagus and got to her feet. Krysta laughed again, "You're so funny sometimes, you know?" Nevia turned away shyly, sitting back down on the sarcophagus as the woman continued on, "You act like I've said something REALLY wrong. It's not like I asked for a taste or anything."
Nevia blushed again, "Um, right."
Realizing she had gone too far, Krysta shook her head, coughing. The sound of her cough bounced off the ancient walls of the room and out to the narrow hallways with its grand stone pillars and statues. "I'm sorry about that. I guess because it's been so long since Avery left me, that I miss having a person to express my... desires... to..."
Nodding, she tried not to blush again. "You must've really loved her... I'm sorry."
"Don't be...." She bit lightly on her bottom lip. "I feel so empty without her.... and well, I guess I'm supposed to. Some people feel like dying for love and..." Krysta sighed softly, "then there's people like me. People who feel like dying from losing love..."
Nevia nodded again as a silence settled upon the shoulders of the two women. It was like a moment of silence to mourn the lost relationship. "I've never seen her like this..." the sorceress thought. "Then again, I've never really thought her as a person capable of loving..." That thought made her guilty enough to suddenly speak up, "If you don't mind my asking, why did she leave you?"
A grim expression stretched across Krysta's pale face. "She fell in love with a paladin.... and to make things worse, that paladin is male."
Her dark eyes widened, "Oh my.... I'm so sorry...."
The pale woman kept talking despite the tears welling in her eyes being on the verge of spilling over, "That man... Avery said he was perfect for her and... 'different' ... because he was an intellectual. She said she felt that she wanted someone more.... intelligent...." A tear fell down Krysta's cheek as the leader for the rest to follow suit. "That paladin is the brother of the blacksmith in the city--"
"Fara?" she quipped bitterly as a flash of the Fara's moaning face next to Erix's appeared before her.
Krysta nodded, hastily wiping her tears. "That's why I'm here." She choked on a laugh, her face scrunching to try and stop her crying. "I guess I'm just hoping that Avery might drop by here to see Fara.... I'm hoping for another chance." Nevia placed her arms around Krysta, allowing the sorrowful assassin cry on her shoulder.
"It's ok.... Just let it all out..." she said softly, trying to comfort her friend.
Krysta gripped Nevia's small shoulder, crying still into the other one. "You must think I'm pathetic..." she said, her voice breaking up between sobs. "It must be hard to understand..... I shouldn't be like this... I'm so pathetic."
Nevia shook her head, hugging the assassin tighter and feeling her own tears surface and spill. "No, don't say that. You're not pathetic," she replied, biting down her lip.
"I understand..." Nevia added silently. "You're just heartbroken..."
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Reviews appreciated... man, I was listening to Vanessa Mae's "Warm Air" and also
a hip-hop radio station while writing this... so.... felt weird in terms of the emotions.
^_^;; Heh heh.
