Damn it, I hate Duriel! That demon cost me about sixteen to twenty-four
thousand gold! The range is that big because I don't remember exactly how
many times my Rogue got killed and I had to resurrect her. I also hate the
Summoner. I was actually having a very fun time in the Arcane Sanctuary
when suddenly he shows up and kills me. Now, I know he isn't strong
vitality wise, but his spells can do a lot of damage. Besides, I haven't
had the chance to pick up something that helps me with elemental resistance
and such. Of course, after I went back and retrieved my stuff, he died
about five seconds later. Now that is a bit more impressive than how the
Countess did, which died in about eight seconds with all of her guards.
Master of Darkness
Chapter 6: Shadow of Shadows
Kari tried to stay calm as she prepared to knock on Marko's door. After waiting another minute, she finally knocked on the door. Marko opened it a few seconds later, still in his robes.
"Oh! You just got up," said Kari, "I'll come back later."
"It's okay," said Marko, "did you need something?"
"Well, uh, I, uh, wanted to talk to you."
"Nice to see you can still talk," Marko said with a smile, "Come in and make yourself comfortable."
Kari walked into Marko's found and found that it was very similar to hers. It had a bed, a large chest to put clothes and personal belongings, and a table built into the wall with two benches.
"So what can I do for you?" Marko asked.
"Well, Fara kept saying that I needed to talk to you, so I took her advice," said Kari.
"That still doesn't tell me what you need to talk about," Marko replied as he finished washing his face. "Is something wrong?"
"Oh, no, everything's fine. But, Marko, how do you feel about me?"
Marko had just put on some pants when Kari spoke and froze. He finished putting them on a few seconds later and looked up at her.
"Why do you ask that?"
"Because I have to know," said Kari, "I need to know how I feel about you."
Kari's heart was beating insanely fast and she felt as if she would burn up.
"What I feel about you?"
Marko approached her standing as tall as he could, and Kari couldn't help but back away. She finally was against the wall.
"You sure you want to know?" Marko asked.
Kari nodded dumbly. Marko was right in front of her, without a shirt on, and now she felt as if she really was o fire. Marko leaned down and kissed her. Not a peck on the cheek, or a polite peck on the mouth, but a real kiss. Kari drank it in, unable to contain her emotions. They would have gone on a lot longer but someone pounded on Marko's door. The two jumped and Kari couldn't help but blush and smile at Marko. He returned the smile, but kept his face calm otherwise. He put on a shirt and opened the door.
"Yes?"
"We're going to dock soon," said Meshif, "I suggest you get your stuff ready."
"Very well."
Marko closed the door but Meshif saw Kari and gave Marko a look. Marko sighed and started getting his stuff ready.
"I suggest you do the same," he said to Kari.
Kari nodded and left the room. Now she knew.
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Meshif's ship docked in the harbor of Kurast. Kari almost felt like hiding. She had seen several people she knew from her childhood and they had seen her as well. Several had run off and it was most likely to tell her parents she had returned. The group disembarked and almost immediately Kari saw her parents.
"Uh, Marko, my parents are coming. Promise me you won't let them drag me away from you."
Marko held her around her waist with one arm and winked.
"I'd never let anyone take you away from me."
Kari smiled. She had managed to stop blushing and she rather enjoyed being with Marko all the time. The others in the group had been scheming and had put the two of them in rooms next to each other for sleeping. Kari could still remember how embarrassed she had been and did not want to think too much of it anymore. However, they were even closer now and Marko said that the first chance they got, they would marry. She was certainly happy about that idea. Her parents pushed their way through the crowd and appeared in front of them.
"Kari!" her mother said, "Thank goodness you've come home. Well, it's time you settled down with a good husband that can make you stay put."
Before she could continue Marko introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Marko Lyther. I'm Kari's fiancée."
That caught Kari's mother in half-yell.
"Oh. Well, I am Marcie Leland, Kari's mother. This is Johnn, Kari's father."
Marko shook Johnn's hand.
"So, you're the man that finally tamed my daughter," said Johnn, "I hope she hasn't been too troublesome."
"Hardly," said Marko, "Kari's behaved herself fine."
"Come," said Marcie, "We must get the two of you ready to wed at the Temple of Light! I've always waited for this day to come. I didn't think you would ever marry. Running off to become a Mage Slayer. I hope you don't get any ideas. You are going to settle down and give me some grandchildren."
Marko's eyes narrowed dangerously at the mention of the Temple of Light. He did not have happy memories regarding that place.
"Uh, Mom, can you not mention the Temple of Light in front of Marko?"
"Why? Is he not a member of the Zakarum faith?"
Marko flinched clearly. He remembered what had happened when he confronted the followers of Mephisto. It had not been a pleasant battle.
"Uh, Mom, Marko's the Hand of Light."
"Oh stop making things up child," said Marcie, "You, young man, need to stop telling lies to make yourself popular. Just tell Kari that you aren't the Hand of Light. I'm sure that if she really wants to marry you she still will."
"Uh, begging your pardon ma'am," Fara said, "Marko is the Hand of Light."
Marcie's eyes narrowed.
"And who are you? I know you're too old to be fooled by such a trick, so I suggest you also stop playing at games."
"My name is Fara, and I was once a paladin. Marko is the Hand of Light. I helped him in Lut Gholein when he defeated Duriel."
"Kari, I suggest you to tell your companions or whoever they are to stop playing games," Marcie warned her daughter.
"They aren't playing games Mom. Marko is the Hand of Light. Otherwise Fara would never have come with him. Marko, don't you know some people in Kurast?"
"I do, providing Hratli, Asheara, Alkor, and Natalya are still here. Ormus might recognize me, but the last time I talked with him he still wouldn't speak plainly."
"So, you know of the people who gave minor assistance to the Hand of Light," said Johnn, "Then perhaps we should go to them to settle this."
"Yes yes," said Marcie, "They'll set things straight. And you young lady will be in big trouble for lying, as will all of you. I certainly won't allow my daughter to marry a man like you." "Let's go," said Marko, slightly bored, "We'll go to Asheara first. I need to speak with her anyways."
"Going to recruit more people?" Qual-Kehk asked.
"Yes. Asheara is a good person to have with you in a fight, providing she isn't drunk."
The others laughed as Marko led the way. Johnn and Marcie continually frowned at their daughter.
"You can back out of this," Marcie said to her daughter, "I won't punish you if you just tell me the truth. I know of several suitable men, much better than this liar, that would love to marry you."
"Mother, Marko is the Hand of Light, and he's going to prove it to you."
Marko walked into the hut. Asheara was looking over some papers.
"If you want to hire some muscle you'll have to wait until I finish this," she said.
"Even if I've heard help from you before?"
Asheara's head snapped up and she smiled.
"Marko! How is the slayer of the Prime Evils doing?"
Marcie and Johnn's mouths fell open.
"I need your help," said Marko, "I know how committed you are to your men, but I need you to leave with me."
"Hold it," said Asheara, "Even if I wanted to abandon my men, I doubt the city guards would let me out. My debt is kind of steep."
"I can pay it off."
"How much gold do you have to throw away?"
"More than enough," said Marko, "Now. I am not asking you to abandon your men. I am sure there is one among them that can take command while you are gone."
"Marko, why are you even asking me to come with you?" said Asheara, "From the looks of most of the people behind you, you already have a bunch of topnotch warriors."
"Counting me, there are only six of us. I doubt six would be enough. Seven would put me closer."
"Even so, I am one person. What difference can I make?"
"It would be one more blade watching our backs," said Marko, "Asheara, I need you on this. You've heard the rumors about the Worldstone being destroyed. Well, it has been shattered. I plan on doing something about it, but I need help in order to accomplish it."
"I'm sorry Marko, but I can't leave."
She started reading her papers again but Marko spoke.
"There are two armies preparing to lay siege to Kurast."
That caught everyone by surprise. Asheara looked up at him and waited for him to continue speaking.
"I need to break through those two armies, but I will need help doing it. What I need are veterans in battle, people that won't run away. What I need are people I can trust in battle. I need your help."
Asheara laughed nervously.
"You'll have to tell me how you convince people to do what you want," she said, "Fine. I'll help you. But only because you intend on destroying this army that is amassing for an attack on Kurast."
"Um, excuse me," said Marcie, "but if there is going to be an attack, shouldn't we warn the paladins stationed here? Certainly they can help you."
"I doubt it," said Marko, "We'll do this by ourselves."
"Well, I will have to warn them," said Johnn, "Anyways, the two of you are getting married before you leave this city. If that means now, then it will be now."
"Not in the Temple of Light," said Marko.
"And why not?" Marcie demanded, "The Temple of Light is a good place to conduct such ceremonies."
"Are you insane?" said Asheara, "The Temple of Light was where Mephisto lived until Marko killed him! If I were Marko, I wouldn't have even come into the city that holds it!"
Marcie and Johnn looked at the others as if they were insane.
"The Temple of Light is pure," Marcie insisted, "Anyone that says otherwise is speaking blasphemy."
"Then I'll be speaking blasphemy," said Kari, "Mephisto resided in the Temple of Light and manipulated the Council of Zakarum. They did his bidding. All that refuse to see it are blind."
"That is a dangerous thing to say," said Asheara, "I had thought that your parents knew the truth, but I see I was wrong. The paladins forbid talk of such sort."
"Then I might have to settle them before I leave," said Marko, "but I am not going to get married in a place where so much blood has been spilled."
"You can't do such a thing!" Johnn exclaimed, "No one dares challenge the paladins now!"
"Take me to these paladins," said Marko, "We'll see who dares challenge who."
"I can led you to their leader," Asheara said, "Just come with me."
Kari's parents looked at the group as if they were insane, but they followed anyways. The group drew many looks as they walked through the streets. Asheara led them to a group of paladins. All were wearing full battle armor and had their swords drawn and their shields strapped onto their arm.
"I welcome the Hand of Light," the lead paladin said, "I am Gregory Eth, leader of the Hand of Zakarum."
"I am Marko Lyther, the Hand of Light. I have heard that you have restored the Temple of Light."
"Yes. The Temple of Light is the place of worship. It is rumored that you yourself were a paladin. You must feel joy in hearing that the temple where you became a Hand of Zakarum has been restored to its former glory."
"I have also heard that you forbid talk of Mephisto ever being in the Temple of Light."
Gregory's face darkened.
"Those are lies. Mephisto only dwelled in the Temple of Light after he murdered the Council of Zakarum and transformed it into a fortress."
"The Council of Zakarum was corrupted by Mephisto," Marko continued, "I myself faced them as they fought alongside Mephisto. I am surprised that you even returned to the Temple of Light. The blood of Mephisto, the corrupted archbishops, and innocents sacrificed to feed his bloodlust, stain the place."
"Truly you must be joking," said Gregory, "You yourself were a paladin. The leaders of the Religion of Light would never fall to the corruption of Mephisto."
"The portal leading to the Pandemonium Fortress is deep under the Temple," said Marko, "The Pandemonium Fortress leads to Hell."
Kari could see many people moving away from Marko and the group, her parents included. They looked on disapprovingly at her but Kari ignored them.
"Perhaps you are not the true Hand of Light," Gregory said, "Perhaps you are another fake."
"You dare insult the slayer of the Prime Evils!" Asheara yelled, "or are you afraid that he will put an end to your reign of power!"
"We have tolerated you because your men fought alongside the true Hand of Light," said Gregory, "though I am starting to doubt that. However, our generosity only extends so far."
Marko's sword floated out of his sheath and he grabbed it.
"The Valor of Light will test whether you truly walk in the light, as you claim," Marko said. His voice seemed to be carried across the square and several people gasped. "Darkness that hides beneath, show yourself!"
Again light gathered into the blade of the sword. Then a wave of light spread out across the square. Kari didn't look and waited until the light had receded before she dared to see what had happened. The group of paladins were still shielding their eyes, but a dark aura was present around them. Several others had appeared but a light blue aura surrounded them.
"I had already known that several paladins had been corrupted," said Marko, "and I also knew that I never hunted all of them down. So convenient for all of you to gather for me to kill."
The paladins with blue auras drew their swords. They recognized the taint of corruption and moved to join Marko and the others. More appeared and surrounded their former comrades.
"You fools! He is tricking you! He is the corrupted one! He is not the Hand of Light! Destroy him!"
None of the paladins facing against them moved.
"Don't let them escape," Marko ordered, "Kari, let us take care of them."
Kari nodded. She threw back her cloak and revealed the Shield of the Just. She also raised her staff and prepared to attack. Marko simply got into a ready stance. Simultaneously, the two charged and attacked the eight corrupted paladins. Gregory fired off an Unholy Bolt at Marko but his cape absorbed it. Marko swung his sword at Gregory. He raised his sword to block but it was cut in half. Marko's blade kept going and severed Gregory's head. Kari struck the ground with her staff and the Apocalypse Spell burst out, killing two of the paladins. Marko threw a fireball that killed a fourth and they attacked the remaining four together. Within seconds they were all dead. Marko waved his hand and their bodies were destroyed. He then turned to the other paladins assembled.
"I hope none of you fall under the corruption that these succumbed to," he said.
"No need, Lord Lyther," said a paladin that walked forward, "May I ask what brings the Hand of Light to Kurast?"
"I am here to travel into the rain forest," said Marko, "There is some unfinished business that I must take care of."
"A pity," said the paladin, "I am Rikardo Larsen of the Hand of Zakarum. I was going to offer you command of the Hand."
Marko raised an eyebrow and stared at the man.
"Any particular reason you want me to lead you?" he asked.
"We are aware of two large armies approaching Kurast," Rikardo replied, "Gregory was the High Lord of the Hand and forbade speaking of the two armies. I believe he was trying to cover for them and allow them to invade Kurast. Since I am the highest ranking officer alive, I offer you the command in the hopes that you will help us defeat these two armies."
The others all looked at Marko and awaited his answer.
"I will take command," he said, "On three conditions. One, I relinquish command of the Hand of Zakarum after the two armies are defeated."
"That is acceptable," said Rikardo.
"That the Temple of Light be destroyed as there has been too much innocent blood spilled in it and the place was corrupted."
Rikardo nodded.
"That you come with me on my journey."
Everyone in the group gave Marko a questioning look but he winked at them.
"Why do you ask me to accompany you?" Rikardo asked, more than a little surprised.
"Because I am looking for true warriors and veterans to help me finish my mission."
"And what mission would that be?"
"Let's just say I am trying to ensure the survival of humanity," Marko replied, "Well, do you agree to my terms or not?"
Rikardo nodded slowly. "I agree to all three terms, and I am honored that you would let me join you."
The crowd burst out in cheers. Kari looked over at her parents and was surprised that they actually had an approving look on their faces. They walked over to her.
"I guess we were wrong," Marcie said, "I'm sorry Kari."
"It's okay," she replied, "though we're still getting married, but not in the Temple of Light."
"Of course not," said Johnn, "I guess you can say that Marko finally made sense of everything. I just hope the new Zakarum faith will last longer."
"I'm sure it will," said Kari, "So, when's the wedding to take place?"
"Right now."
Kari spun around and looked at Marko.
"You can't be serious," she said.
"Why not? Rikardo, I assume that you are a certified priest of the true Religion of Light."
"Of course."
"Well, we already have plenty of witnesses. Let the wedding begin!"
"But, but we should have a proper ceremony!" Marcie exclaimed.
"Mom, don't bother. If Marko wants it done here and now, I really suggest you make the best of it."
Marcie was still speechless but Johnn knew exactly what to say.
"Honey, Kari is right. All right dear. You have our permission to marry Marko Lyther, the Hand of Light."
Marcie managed a smile and Kari returned it. She walked over to Marko and the two walked over to Rikardo. Many of the people around had gotten themselves organized and watched from the side. The others that had come with them so far stood behind Marko and Kari. Marcie and Johnn took their places besides their daughter.
"Lord Lyther, I don't suppose your parents are present," said Rikardo.
"I will substitute for Marko's mother," said Fara.
"I will substitute for Marko's father," said Qual-Kehk.
Rikardo nodded. "We are here today to join two who wish to be wed. Under the light and in service of the High Heavens, I, Rikardo Eth, representative of the Zakarum, ask you to kneel."
Both dropped to their knees slowly.
"Lord Marko Lyther, Hand of Light, High Lord of the Hand of Zakarum, and Protector of Humanity, stand."
Marko did so.
"Do you promise to take care of Kari Leland, to be faithful and never take advantage of her love for you, to be there for her eternally, to love her even after death."
"I do."
"Kari Leland, stand."
Kari joined Marko.
"Do you promise to watch over Marko Lyther, to forever be there for him, to help him in his journeys, and to love him even when all that remains of him is his soul?"
"I do."
"Then in the name of the Light, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Marko took Kari by the waist and kissed her deeply. Kari let him be in control and drank in the kiss. She could barely hear the cheers that ran through the crowd. More people had gathered and many had heard that Marko was the Hand of Light, but she didn't care. All she cared about was staying in his embrace forever.
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Kari couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun. A massive celebration had begun and the people of the city were going insane with all of the partying. She laughed out again as Marko tickled her. She was letting loose and she felt great. Suddenly another assassin was beside them.
"Ah, Natalya."
"You know each other?" Kari said.
"We met when Marko came to Kurast," said Natalya, "He did many great things here."
"I've heard that from a lot of women," said Kari, "What did Marko do here?"
"He killed Mephisto," said Natalya.
"I had wanted to talk to you," said Marko, "but I thought you would have returned to wherever you assassins are based."
"There were still demons all around," Natalya replied, "I could not yet leave."
"A good thing you stayed," said Marko, "I have an offer for you."
"You want me to join the Companions," said Natalya.
"Well, I don't know who came up with the name, but yes."
"I would be honored. Why do you require my services?"
"You'll see," said Marko, "For now, just enjoy the party."
And that they did.
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"Kari, wake up."
Kari mumbled something even she wasn't sure about but didn't move."
"Kari, come on dear, we have to get up."
Kari groaned but let go of Marko. He got up and put on a robe. Kari sat up on the bed. Her nightgown was wrinkled in many places but she didn't care. She got out of bed and almost instantly regretted it. It seemed odd that she would think it cold, but it was. Marko threw her a robe and she gladly put it on. Marcie had insisted that they at least spend a week resting before going off wherever Marko's mission took him. Kari had enjoyed it but they would be setting out again. Two thousand paladins would be following them as they marched to some godforsaken battle. Marko was confident he could lead the paladin army to victory over the two armies of demons. Kari wasn't too sure, however. Still, Marko did have a lot of support. Many Vizjerei Clan leaders had entered the city and spoke with Marko. Apparently he now had two hundred mages under his command. Marko would probably need them to help thin out the enemy's forces. Kari washed her face and followed Marko as he went to his office. They were using the citadel of the paladins for now. The Temple of Light was being torn down and the underground passages were being collapsed. Marko had certainly meant it when he ordered the temple to be destroyed.
Two servants walked in and placed their breakfast on the table. Kari thanked them and they left. The two sat down and ate.
"You sure you want to come with me?" Marko asked again.
Kari gave him a tolerating smile and he nodded. That was all the answer he needed. Kari would follow him anywhere. They finished eating and both got into their armor. Kari looked out at the legion gathered under Marko's banner, a blue pentagram. She just hoped they would live through this battle.
"We march!" Marko ordered.
He, Kari, and the others took the front. The mages rode behind them and the paladins came last.
"Now we are nine," Fara said, "You have eight blades watching your back now."
"And I have eight backs I have to watch," Marko replied jokingly.
A ripple of laughter passed through the warriors riding up front with Marko. The citizens cheered as Marko led the army out of Kurast. They would face these two armies and crush them. The army marched towards where the two demon armies had last been spotted. They rode for several hours and suddenly came upon six men in red armor and cloaks. Marko raised his hand for the soldiers and sorcerers behind him to stop. Two men in black armor appeared from behind the redcloaks and dismounted.
"We wish to speak with the Hand of Light," the larger one said.
"I am he."
"My lord. May was speak in privacy?"
Marko waved his hand and spoke again. Kari couldn't hear what he was saying. He had cast some sort of spell to allow only the two men to hear. The mouths of the smaller man moved. After a few seconds, Marko responded. Kari could see that he was getting angry. Finally, he waved his hand again.
"You have this one chance to retreat," Marko said firmly, "I suggest you take it."
"You have refused our offer. For that you will die."
"Warriors, ready!" Marko shouted.
The men in black remounted and fell back with the redcloaks right behind them.
"Follow and destroy!"
The paladins rushed forward with Marko and the others. The sorcerers stayed more to the side. They were better in ranged battle, not in a fierce melee. The army suddenly came into a clearing. Arrayed before them was an army of succubi. Marko growled and held up his hand. The soldiers stopped. He waited for a few seconds and then drew his sword.
"Attack!"
The mages present started raining fire and lightning upon the ranks of Soul Burners. The ones up front were completely destroyed while more flew past their fallen companions and charged. Kari used her staff and blasted large holes in the ranks of the Soul Burners. Farra was doing the same with the Nova Spell. Marko fired an intense stream of lightning that seemed to vaporize any Soul Burner it struck. He swept the beam across the enemy army and then leapt into battle himself. The Soul Burners threw spells of fire against the paladins and felled many, but more still poured through. They crashed into the ranks of Soul Burners and started slashing away. The succubi fought back with their claws and tried to kill the paladins with their bare hands. Marko was in the thick of it, slashing to pieces any succubi within range of his great sword, and also using his magic occasionally, blasting apart more. The mages fired the spells behind the battleground, wanting to avoid killing their fellow soldiers. Their spells struck the succubi trying to get to the battlefield and killed many more. Kari was using the Shield of the Just and fired several of the powerful beams of light. They cut through dozens of succubi and continued to go until they finally dissipated. It was enough that the Soul Burners tried to avoid her. Fara was swinging her staff about, striking down any succubi. Kari could clearly see the Soul Burners trying to avoid her, Marko, and their companions. All of them fought like never before and by themselves had nearly destroyed the first several waves of Soul Burners. The paladins jumped into the holes Kari and the others made and simply began carving apart the Soul Burners. Marko's army continued to advance, though the stream of succubi seemed unending. They seemed to have battled for hours when the Soul Burners stopped coming. Instead the cloaked figures appeared.
"It seems you have managed to defeat our army," one said, "Now it is time to face the Red Cloaks."
The two men in black also moved forward and drew their swords. All of them were black.
"Kari, Qual-Kehk, Fara, Asheara, Rikardo, Falvie, Greiz, let's take them. Everyone else, stay back."
The eight walked forward to meet the Red Cloaks and the two men in black. Marko seemed to mark the larger of the two as his. Kari intended to take down the other one. The warriors moved forward. There was no signal but all attacked at once. The Red Cloaks fought vicious duels with the other six while Kari and Marko unloaded powerful spells on the other two. They dodged or blocked them and attacked with their own. Marko then attacked with full force using his sword. The two locked blades and soon a deadly duel had started. Kari raised her shield and fired another beam of light. It caught the man by surprise and took off an arm. She then attacked with her staff. Her opponent seemed to be off balance and fought desperately. She saw a chance and sliced open the armor of the man by using the edge of her shield. The man fell back again. Kari wasn't about to let him get back on balance and used the Apocalypse Spell. The man screamed and his shattered remains fell to the ground. Kari was surprised that any remains existed at all. The Apocalypse Spell should have destroyed everything. She used it again and this time the body parts were completely destroyed. She saw the others fighting on. Fara suddenly used her Nova Spell and killed her opponent. The others were finishing off their opponents soon after. Only Marko and the man in black remained. The two were throwing ever more powerful spells at each other. Marko suddenly lashed out with Apocalypse and a hole appeared in the man's chest. A stunned look appeared on his face as he fell. Marko used it again and blood and guts splattered everywhere. Kari ran over to him and helped him remain standing.
"They should have been completely destroyed with the first blast," he said.
"I know. Come on. We won. We can go to my clan now."
Marko nodded and turned to face the paladins and mages.
"That was only one of the armies," said Marko, "We must find the other one and destroy it as well."
Suddenly a portal appeared in the clearing and several warriors of the Iron Wolves appeared.
"The city is under attack!" one shouted, "Demons are assaulting the city!"
"What?" Marko demanded. He then pointed at one of the higher ranked paladins.
"Captain, get the army back to Kurast as fast as you can. Kari, Fara, Greiz, Qual-Kehk, Asheara, Falvie, Natalya, and Rikardo, let's go. We'll use the portal to return and do what we can." The Companions ran into the portal and left the Iron Wolves with the army. Quickly the captain started the army marching back at a fast pace. Hopefully they would be in time to help.
The Companions appeared right in the middle of a fierce melee. Iron Wolves soldiers and the remaining paladins were trying to prevent a massive amount of demons. The demons all looked like the creature Marko and the others faced during their journey towards Lut Gholein. The human soldiers were getting slaughtered. All of the creatures wielded powerful blade weapons.
"Give them everything you've got!" Marko ordered.
The Companions leapt into the battle with every weapon they had. Kari and Fara fired off powerful spells from their staves. It took five Apocalypses to take down one of the creatures while Fara was having little luck with the Nova spell. She then charged one of the beasts and knocked it back with the staff. Natalya was employing many assassin skills, including fire and lightning traps. She had also summoned a Shadow Master. Unfortunately, The beasts were too powerful. They withstood almost every attack and gave as good as they got. Qual-Kehk managed to smash the head of one of the beasts with his battleaxe but the body continued to fight. Marko attacked from behind and finally destroyed it. Falvie fired powerful arrows of lightning and fire, managing to punch holes through the armor of the beasts. However, this merely slowed them down. Suddenly the beasts seemed to be taking hits. Sparks appeared all over their armor and the beasts seemed to be lashing out at nothing. The others then noticed that Rikardo and Marko had activated their Blessed Hammer aura. The beasts were actually trying to fight their way through the aura, but faced great difficulty and were slowed considerably. The others took their chance and attacked the creatures. They killed several more before the aura wore off. Suddenly a black bolt shot past the companions and struck one of the demons. It exploded in contact and vaporized the demon as well. The others looked back and saw Marko with his hand raised. However, he had a stunned and scared look on his face. He quickly snapped out of it and charged with his sword. Each of his blows sent whatever it hit flying back. Twice he even cut clean through the creatures. The others didn't know how Marko was doing this, but they followed. Soon they killed this group of demons and started cleaning out the city. When the army arrived, they helped kill any demon that still remained.
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"Hey."
Marko turned his head sideways and saw that it was his wife.
"Something wrong?"
Marko sighed. "You saw what I did today."
"What I saw was my husband going berserk and possibly saving all of us," Kari replied, "So what's the matter?"
"You saw what I did to that demon. Do you know what that was?"
Kari shook her head. "I assume it was a powerful spell."
"I was trying to use Holy Bolt," Marko stated.
Kari was silent for a few seconds.
"So what did you use?"
"I used an Unholy Bolt."
Kari's eyes went wide.
"How is that possible? You aren't evil, you don't even draw your power from anything evil."
"But I've touched evil. After I killed Mephisto, I somehow absorbed his strength. I used that strength to kill Diablo."
"But that's impossible," said Kari, "Only demons have the ability to absorb powers from things they kill."
"Perhaps. It might have had something to do with the fact that demon blood once entered my system. It was unfortunate, but it happened."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to replant the Worldstone and perhaps keep myself from becoming evil. With the powers of Hell cut off, I'll be able to avoid that power. It won't be able to touch me."
Kari walked up and hugged Marko from behind.
"So you're also doing this to save yourself. To keep yourself from being damned. Why didn't you tell me?"
Marko turned and took his wife's hands.
"Because it is dangerous for you to even be near me."
"I'll never be in danger around you," said Kari, "Never from you."
She hugged him and Marko returned it, hoping she was right.
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"As my last order, all of you are to remain behind or return to wherever your clan is based. Rikardo, everyone else, let's go. Kari's going to lead us to wherever Mage Slayers have their headquarters."
"I have a map," said Kari, "Are you strong enough to create a portal?"
"Sure," said Marko.
She let him go and he stood on his own. Kari took out her map and showed him the location. He waved his hand and a blue portal appeared. They walked through it and appeared in the center of a dozen assassins bearing their Katars.
"Oh bloody hell," Marko complained, "I do not need this."
Kari giggled as the other assassins looked at them, unsure what exactly to do.
"Hold weapons," a voice ordered.
The assassins relaxed and an elderly man appeared.
"Kari, Natalya. Who are these outsiders? Why have you brought them here? You know that no one besides Mage Slayers are allowed here."
"I know," said Kari, "and I am sorry. This is my husband, Marko Lyther, the Hand of Light. These are his companions."
The old man raised an eyebrow and looked Marko over. He waved a hand and the other assassins left.
"Welcome," he said to Marko, "I was not expecting such an important person."
"You flatter me. Now, let's get down to business. I know you have the Shadow of Courage. I need it."
The old man regarded him seriously.
"I am afraid I cannot give you the Shadow of Courage. We were entrusted in guarding it and we will not just give it away."
"I don't need to keep it," said Marko, "I need to use its powers here or a really secluded location that also has a very large chamber, and I mean very large, where assassins can protect it, to replant the damn Worldstone!"
The old man's eyes went wide when he heard this.
"You are going to attempt to replant the Worldstone, that which shields our world from the corruption of Hell?"
"Yes! Now, do you have a place large enough for me to actually seed it?"
"Yes, yes, of course. My name is Herad. I apologize for my earlier rudeness. You have answered our prayers and we will not forget it."
"Then take me to this place and bring the cloak," Marko ordered, "We don't exactly have all day."
"Do you need the Defender of Hope as well?"
Marko stopped dead in his tracks when he heard this.
"You also have the armor?"
"Only a fragment of it," Herad answered, "It was broken into five fragments."
"Then it's no use," said Marko, "Just bring the cape. Hopefully with three of the items of the set we'll have enough power to do what must be done."
"Three?"
Marko pulled out his sword.
"The Valor of the Light. Kari has the Shield of the Just."
Kari flashed the shield still strapped on her arm. Herad nodded.
"Come this way. It will take a while to prepare everything."
"Hurry."
End of Chapter 6
If this seems rushed, that's because it is. I am tired and don't want to keep editing, so I'm just going to leave it this way.
Z98
Master of Darkness
Chapter 6: Shadow of Shadows
Kari tried to stay calm as she prepared to knock on Marko's door. After waiting another minute, she finally knocked on the door. Marko opened it a few seconds later, still in his robes.
"Oh! You just got up," said Kari, "I'll come back later."
"It's okay," said Marko, "did you need something?"
"Well, uh, I, uh, wanted to talk to you."
"Nice to see you can still talk," Marko said with a smile, "Come in and make yourself comfortable."
Kari walked into Marko's found and found that it was very similar to hers. It had a bed, a large chest to put clothes and personal belongings, and a table built into the wall with two benches.
"So what can I do for you?" Marko asked.
"Well, Fara kept saying that I needed to talk to you, so I took her advice," said Kari.
"That still doesn't tell me what you need to talk about," Marko replied as he finished washing his face. "Is something wrong?"
"Oh, no, everything's fine. But, Marko, how do you feel about me?"
Marko had just put on some pants when Kari spoke and froze. He finished putting them on a few seconds later and looked up at her.
"Why do you ask that?"
"Because I have to know," said Kari, "I need to know how I feel about you."
Kari's heart was beating insanely fast and she felt as if she would burn up.
"What I feel about you?"
Marko approached her standing as tall as he could, and Kari couldn't help but back away. She finally was against the wall.
"You sure you want to know?" Marko asked.
Kari nodded dumbly. Marko was right in front of her, without a shirt on, and now she felt as if she really was o fire. Marko leaned down and kissed her. Not a peck on the cheek, or a polite peck on the mouth, but a real kiss. Kari drank it in, unable to contain her emotions. They would have gone on a lot longer but someone pounded on Marko's door. The two jumped and Kari couldn't help but blush and smile at Marko. He returned the smile, but kept his face calm otherwise. He put on a shirt and opened the door.
"Yes?"
"We're going to dock soon," said Meshif, "I suggest you get your stuff ready."
"Very well."
Marko closed the door but Meshif saw Kari and gave Marko a look. Marko sighed and started getting his stuff ready.
"I suggest you do the same," he said to Kari.
Kari nodded and left the room. Now she knew.
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Meshif's ship docked in the harbor of Kurast. Kari almost felt like hiding. She had seen several people she knew from her childhood and they had seen her as well. Several had run off and it was most likely to tell her parents she had returned. The group disembarked and almost immediately Kari saw her parents.
"Uh, Marko, my parents are coming. Promise me you won't let them drag me away from you."
Marko held her around her waist with one arm and winked.
"I'd never let anyone take you away from me."
Kari smiled. She had managed to stop blushing and she rather enjoyed being with Marko all the time. The others in the group had been scheming and had put the two of them in rooms next to each other for sleeping. Kari could still remember how embarrassed she had been and did not want to think too much of it anymore. However, they were even closer now and Marko said that the first chance they got, they would marry. She was certainly happy about that idea. Her parents pushed their way through the crowd and appeared in front of them.
"Kari!" her mother said, "Thank goodness you've come home. Well, it's time you settled down with a good husband that can make you stay put."
Before she could continue Marko introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Marko Lyther. I'm Kari's fiancée."
That caught Kari's mother in half-yell.
"Oh. Well, I am Marcie Leland, Kari's mother. This is Johnn, Kari's father."
Marko shook Johnn's hand.
"So, you're the man that finally tamed my daughter," said Johnn, "I hope she hasn't been too troublesome."
"Hardly," said Marko, "Kari's behaved herself fine."
"Come," said Marcie, "We must get the two of you ready to wed at the Temple of Light! I've always waited for this day to come. I didn't think you would ever marry. Running off to become a Mage Slayer. I hope you don't get any ideas. You are going to settle down and give me some grandchildren."
Marko's eyes narrowed dangerously at the mention of the Temple of Light. He did not have happy memories regarding that place.
"Uh, Mom, can you not mention the Temple of Light in front of Marko?"
"Why? Is he not a member of the Zakarum faith?"
Marko flinched clearly. He remembered what had happened when he confronted the followers of Mephisto. It had not been a pleasant battle.
"Uh, Mom, Marko's the Hand of Light."
"Oh stop making things up child," said Marcie, "You, young man, need to stop telling lies to make yourself popular. Just tell Kari that you aren't the Hand of Light. I'm sure that if she really wants to marry you she still will."
"Uh, begging your pardon ma'am," Fara said, "Marko is the Hand of Light."
Marcie's eyes narrowed.
"And who are you? I know you're too old to be fooled by such a trick, so I suggest you also stop playing at games."
"My name is Fara, and I was once a paladin. Marko is the Hand of Light. I helped him in Lut Gholein when he defeated Duriel."
"Kari, I suggest you to tell your companions or whoever they are to stop playing games," Marcie warned her daughter.
"They aren't playing games Mom. Marko is the Hand of Light. Otherwise Fara would never have come with him. Marko, don't you know some people in Kurast?"
"I do, providing Hratli, Asheara, Alkor, and Natalya are still here. Ormus might recognize me, but the last time I talked with him he still wouldn't speak plainly."
"So, you know of the people who gave minor assistance to the Hand of Light," said Johnn, "Then perhaps we should go to them to settle this."
"Yes yes," said Marcie, "They'll set things straight. And you young lady will be in big trouble for lying, as will all of you. I certainly won't allow my daughter to marry a man like you." "Let's go," said Marko, slightly bored, "We'll go to Asheara first. I need to speak with her anyways."
"Going to recruit more people?" Qual-Kehk asked.
"Yes. Asheara is a good person to have with you in a fight, providing she isn't drunk."
The others laughed as Marko led the way. Johnn and Marcie continually frowned at their daughter.
"You can back out of this," Marcie said to her daughter, "I won't punish you if you just tell me the truth. I know of several suitable men, much better than this liar, that would love to marry you."
"Mother, Marko is the Hand of Light, and he's going to prove it to you."
Marko walked into the hut. Asheara was looking over some papers.
"If you want to hire some muscle you'll have to wait until I finish this," she said.
"Even if I've heard help from you before?"
Asheara's head snapped up and she smiled.
"Marko! How is the slayer of the Prime Evils doing?"
Marcie and Johnn's mouths fell open.
"I need your help," said Marko, "I know how committed you are to your men, but I need you to leave with me."
"Hold it," said Asheara, "Even if I wanted to abandon my men, I doubt the city guards would let me out. My debt is kind of steep."
"I can pay it off."
"How much gold do you have to throw away?"
"More than enough," said Marko, "Now. I am not asking you to abandon your men. I am sure there is one among them that can take command while you are gone."
"Marko, why are you even asking me to come with you?" said Asheara, "From the looks of most of the people behind you, you already have a bunch of topnotch warriors."
"Counting me, there are only six of us. I doubt six would be enough. Seven would put me closer."
"Even so, I am one person. What difference can I make?"
"It would be one more blade watching our backs," said Marko, "Asheara, I need you on this. You've heard the rumors about the Worldstone being destroyed. Well, it has been shattered. I plan on doing something about it, but I need help in order to accomplish it."
"I'm sorry Marko, but I can't leave."
She started reading her papers again but Marko spoke.
"There are two armies preparing to lay siege to Kurast."
That caught everyone by surprise. Asheara looked up at him and waited for him to continue speaking.
"I need to break through those two armies, but I will need help doing it. What I need are veterans in battle, people that won't run away. What I need are people I can trust in battle. I need your help."
Asheara laughed nervously.
"You'll have to tell me how you convince people to do what you want," she said, "Fine. I'll help you. But only because you intend on destroying this army that is amassing for an attack on Kurast."
"Um, excuse me," said Marcie, "but if there is going to be an attack, shouldn't we warn the paladins stationed here? Certainly they can help you."
"I doubt it," said Marko, "We'll do this by ourselves."
"Well, I will have to warn them," said Johnn, "Anyways, the two of you are getting married before you leave this city. If that means now, then it will be now."
"Not in the Temple of Light," said Marko.
"And why not?" Marcie demanded, "The Temple of Light is a good place to conduct such ceremonies."
"Are you insane?" said Asheara, "The Temple of Light was where Mephisto lived until Marko killed him! If I were Marko, I wouldn't have even come into the city that holds it!"
Marcie and Johnn looked at the others as if they were insane.
"The Temple of Light is pure," Marcie insisted, "Anyone that says otherwise is speaking blasphemy."
"Then I'll be speaking blasphemy," said Kari, "Mephisto resided in the Temple of Light and manipulated the Council of Zakarum. They did his bidding. All that refuse to see it are blind."
"That is a dangerous thing to say," said Asheara, "I had thought that your parents knew the truth, but I see I was wrong. The paladins forbid talk of such sort."
"Then I might have to settle them before I leave," said Marko, "but I am not going to get married in a place where so much blood has been spilled."
"You can't do such a thing!" Johnn exclaimed, "No one dares challenge the paladins now!"
"Take me to these paladins," said Marko, "We'll see who dares challenge who."
"I can led you to their leader," Asheara said, "Just come with me."
Kari's parents looked at the group as if they were insane, but they followed anyways. The group drew many looks as they walked through the streets. Asheara led them to a group of paladins. All were wearing full battle armor and had their swords drawn and their shields strapped onto their arm.
"I welcome the Hand of Light," the lead paladin said, "I am Gregory Eth, leader of the Hand of Zakarum."
"I am Marko Lyther, the Hand of Light. I have heard that you have restored the Temple of Light."
"Yes. The Temple of Light is the place of worship. It is rumored that you yourself were a paladin. You must feel joy in hearing that the temple where you became a Hand of Zakarum has been restored to its former glory."
"I have also heard that you forbid talk of Mephisto ever being in the Temple of Light."
Gregory's face darkened.
"Those are lies. Mephisto only dwelled in the Temple of Light after he murdered the Council of Zakarum and transformed it into a fortress."
"The Council of Zakarum was corrupted by Mephisto," Marko continued, "I myself faced them as they fought alongside Mephisto. I am surprised that you even returned to the Temple of Light. The blood of Mephisto, the corrupted archbishops, and innocents sacrificed to feed his bloodlust, stain the place."
"Truly you must be joking," said Gregory, "You yourself were a paladin. The leaders of the Religion of Light would never fall to the corruption of Mephisto."
"The portal leading to the Pandemonium Fortress is deep under the Temple," said Marko, "The Pandemonium Fortress leads to Hell."
Kari could see many people moving away from Marko and the group, her parents included. They looked on disapprovingly at her but Kari ignored them.
"Perhaps you are not the true Hand of Light," Gregory said, "Perhaps you are another fake."
"You dare insult the slayer of the Prime Evils!" Asheara yelled, "or are you afraid that he will put an end to your reign of power!"
"We have tolerated you because your men fought alongside the true Hand of Light," said Gregory, "though I am starting to doubt that. However, our generosity only extends so far."
Marko's sword floated out of his sheath and he grabbed it.
"The Valor of Light will test whether you truly walk in the light, as you claim," Marko said. His voice seemed to be carried across the square and several people gasped. "Darkness that hides beneath, show yourself!"
Again light gathered into the blade of the sword. Then a wave of light spread out across the square. Kari didn't look and waited until the light had receded before she dared to see what had happened. The group of paladins were still shielding their eyes, but a dark aura was present around them. Several others had appeared but a light blue aura surrounded them.
"I had already known that several paladins had been corrupted," said Marko, "and I also knew that I never hunted all of them down. So convenient for all of you to gather for me to kill."
The paladins with blue auras drew their swords. They recognized the taint of corruption and moved to join Marko and the others. More appeared and surrounded their former comrades.
"You fools! He is tricking you! He is the corrupted one! He is not the Hand of Light! Destroy him!"
None of the paladins facing against them moved.
"Don't let them escape," Marko ordered, "Kari, let us take care of them."
Kari nodded. She threw back her cloak and revealed the Shield of the Just. She also raised her staff and prepared to attack. Marko simply got into a ready stance. Simultaneously, the two charged and attacked the eight corrupted paladins. Gregory fired off an Unholy Bolt at Marko but his cape absorbed it. Marko swung his sword at Gregory. He raised his sword to block but it was cut in half. Marko's blade kept going and severed Gregory's head. Kari struck the ground with her staff and the Apocalypse Spell burst out, killing two of the paladins. Marko threw a fireball that killed a fourth and they attacked the remaining four together. Within seconds they were all dead. Marko waved his hand and their bodies were destroyed. He then turned to the other paladins assembled.
"I hope none of you fall under the corruption that these succumbed to," he said.
"No need, Lord Lyther," said a paladin that walked forward, "May I ask what brings the Hand of Light to Kurast?"
"I am here to travel into the rain forest," said Marko, "There is some unfinished business that I must take care of."
"A pity," said the paladin, "I am Rikardo Larsen of the Hand of Zakarum. I was going to offer you command of the Hand."
Marko raised an eyebrow and stared at the man.
"Any particular reason you want me to lead you?" he asked.
"We are aware of two large armies approaching Kurast," Rikardo replied, "Gregory was the High Lord of the Hand and forbade speaking of the two armies. I believe he was trying to cover for them and allow them to invade Kurast. Since I am the highest ranking officer alive, I offer you the command in the hopes that you will help us defeat these two armies."
The others all looked at Marko and awaited his answer.
"I will take command," he said, "On three conditions. One, I relinquish command of the Hand of Zakarum after the two armies are defeated."
"That is acceptable," said Rikardo.
"That the Temple of Light be destroyed as there has been too much innocent blood spilled in it and the place was corrupted."
Rikardo nodded.
"That you come with me on my journey."
Everyone in the group gave Marko a questioning look but he winked at them.
"Why do you ask me to accompany you?" Rikardo asked, more than a little surprised.
"Because I am looking for true warriors and veterans to help me finish my mission."
"And what mission would that be?"
"Let's just say I am trying to ensure the survival of humanity," Marko replied, "Well, do you agree to my terms or not?"
Rikardo nodded slowly. "I agree to all three terms, and I am honored that you would let me join you."
The crowd burst out in cheers. Kari looked over at her parents and was surprised that they actually had an approving look on their faces. They walked over to her.
"I guess we were wrong," Marcie said, "I'm sorry Kari."
"It's okay," she replied, "though we're still getting married, but not in the Temple of Light."
"Of course not," said Johnn, "I guess you can say that Marko finally made sense of everything. I just hope the new Zakarum faith will last longer."
"I'm sure it will," said Kari, "So, when's the wedding to take place?"
"Right now."
Kari spun around and looked at Marko.
"You can't be serious," she said.
"Why not? Rikardo, I assume that you are a certified priest of the true Religion of Light."
"Of course."
"Well, we already have plenty of witnesses. Let the wedding begin!"
"But, but we should have a proper ceremony!" Marcie exclaimed.
"Mom, don't bother. If Marko wants it done here and now, I really suggest you make the best of it."
Marcie was still speechless but Johnn knew exactly what to say.
"Honey, Kari is right. All right dear. You have our permission to marry Marko Lyther, the Hand of Light."
Marcie managed a smile and Kari returned it. She walked over to Marko and the two walked over to Rikardo. Many of the people around had gotten themselves organized and watched from the side. The others that had come with them so far stood behind Marko and Kari. Marcie and Johnn took their places besides their daughter.
"Lord Lyther, I don't suppose your parents are present," said Rikardo.
"I will substitute for Marko's mother," said Fara.
"I will substitute for Marko's father," said Qual-Kehk.
Rikardo nodded. "We are here today to join two who wish to be wed. Under the light and in service of the High Heavens, I, Rikardo Eth, representative of the Zakarum, ask you to kneel."
Both dropped to their knees slowly.
"Lord Marko Lyther, Hand of Light, High Lord of the Hand of Zakarum, and Protector of Humanity, stand."
Marko did so.
"Do you promise to take care of Kari Leland, to be faithful and never take advantage of her love for you, to be there for her eternally, to love her even after death."
"I do."
"Kari Leland, stand."
Kari joined Marko.
"Do you promise to watch over Marko Lyther, to forever be there for him, to help him in his journeys, and to love him even when all that remains of him is his soul?"
"I do."
"Then in the name of the Light, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Marko took Kari by the waist and kissed her deeply. Kari let him be in control and drank in the kiss. She could barely hear the cheers that ran through the crowd. More people had gathered and many had heard that Marko was the Hand of Light, but she didn't care. All she cared about was staying in his embrace forever.
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Kari couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun. A massive celebration had begun and the people of the city were going insane with all of the partying. She laughed out again as Marko tickled her. She was letting loose and she felt great. Suddenly another assassin was beside them.
"Ah, Natalya."
"You know each other?" Kari said.
"We met when Marko came to Kurast," said Natalya, "He did many great things here."
"I've heard that from a lot of women," said Kari, "What did Marko do here?"
"He killed Mephisto," said Natalya.
"I had wanted to talk to you," said Marko, "but I thought you would have returned to wherever you assassins are based."
"There were still demons all around," Natalya replied, "I could not yet leave."
"A good thing you stayed," said Marko, "I have an offer for you."
"You want me to join the Companions," said Natalya.
"Well, I don't know who came up with the name, but yes."
"I would be honored. Why do you require my services?"
"You'll see," said Marko, "For now, just enjoy the party."
And that they did.
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"Kari, wake up."
Kari mumbled something even she wasn't sure about but didn't move."
"Kari, come on dear, we have to get up."
Kari groaned but let go of Marko. He got up and put on a robe. Kari sat up on the bed. Her nightgown was wrinkled in many places but she didn't care. She got out of bed and almost instantly regretted it. It seemed odd that she would think it cold, but it was. Marko threw her a robe and she gladly put it on. Marcie had insisted that they at least spend a week resting before going off wherever Marko's mission took him. Kari had enjoyed it but they would be setting out again. Two thousand paladins would be following them as they marched to some godforsaken battle. Marko was confident he could lead the paladin army to victory over the two armies of demons. Kari wasn't too sure, however. Still, Marko did have a lot of support. Many Vizjerei Clan leaders had entered the city and spoke with Marko. Apparently he now had two hundred mages under his command. Marko would probably need them to help thin out the enemy's forces. Kari washed her face and followed Marko as he went to his office. They were using the citadel of the paladins for now. The Temple of Light was being torn down and the underground passages were being collapsed. Marko had certainly meant it when he ordered the temple to be destroyed.
Two servants walked in and placed their breakfast on the table. Kari thanked them and they left. The two sat down and ate.
"You sure you want to come with me?" Marko asked again.
Kari gave him a tolerating smile and he nodded. That was all the answer he needed. Kari would follow him anywhere. They finished eating and both got into their armor. Kari looked out at the legion gathered under Marko's banner, a blue pentagram. She just hoped they would live through this battle.
"We march!" Marko ordered.
He, Kari, and the others took the front. The mages rode behind them and the paladins came last.
"Now we are nine," Fara said, "You have eight blades watching your back now."
"And I have eight backs I have to watch," Marko replied jokingly.
A ripple of laughter passed through the warriors riding up front with Marko. The citizens cheered as Marko led the army out of Kurast. They would face these two armies and crush them. The army marched towards where the two demon armies had last been spotted. They rode for several hours and suddenly came upon six men in red armor and cloaks. Marko raised his hand for the soldiers and sorcerers behind him to stop. Two men in black armor appeared from behind the redcloaks and dismounted.
"We wish to speak with the Hand of Light," the larger one said.
"I am he."
"My lord. May was speak in privacy?"
Marko waved his hand and spoke again. Kari couldn't hear what he was saying. He had cast some sort of spell to allow only the two men to hear. The mouths of the smaller man moved. After a few seconds, Marko responded. Kari could see that he was getting angry. Finally, he waved his hand again.
"You have this one chance to retreat," Marko said firmly, "I suggest you take it."
"You have refused our offer. For that you will die."
"Warriors, ready!" Marko shouted.
The men in black remounted and fell back with the redcloaks right behind them.
"Follow and destroy!"
The paladins rushed forward with Marko and the others. The sorcerers stayed more to the side. They were better in ranged battle, not in a fierce melee. The army suddenly came into a clearing. Arrayed before them was an army of succubi. Marko growled and held up his hand. The soldiers stopped. He waited for a few seconds and then drew his sword.
"Attack!"
The mages present started raining fire and lightning upon the ranks of Soul Burners. The ones up front were completely destroyed while more flew past their fallen companions and charged. Kari used her staff and blasted large holes in the ranks of the Soul Burners. Farra was doing the same with the Nova Spell. Marko fired an intense stream of lightning that seemed to vaporize any Soul Burner it struck. He swept the beam across the enemy army and then leapt into battle himself. The Soul Burners threw spells of fire against the paladins and felled many, but more still poured through. They crashed into the ranks of Soul Burners and started slashing away. The succubi fought back with their claws and tried to kill the paladins with their bare hands. Marko was in the thick of it, slashing to pieces any succubi within range of his great sword, and also using his magic occasionally, blasting apart more. The mages fired the spells behind the battleground, wanting to avoid killing their fellow soldiers. Their spells struck the succubi trying to get to the battlefield and killed many more. Kari was using the Shield of the Just and fired several of the powerful beams of light. They cut through dozens of succubi and continued to go until they finally dissipated. It was enough that the Soul Burners tried to avoid her. Fara was swinging her staff about, striking down any succubi. Kari could clearly see the Soul Burners trying to avoid her, Marko, and their companions. All of them fought like never before and by themselves had nearly destroyed the first several waves of Soul Burners. The paladins jumped into the holes Kari and the others made and simply began carving apart the Soul Burners. Marko's army continued to advance, though the stream of succubi seemed unending. They seemed to have battled for hours when the Soul Burners stopped coming. Instead the cloaked figures appeared.
"It seems you have managed to defeat our army," one said, "Now it is time to face the Red Cloaks."
The two men in black also moved forward and drew their swords. All of them were black.
"Kari, Qual-Kehk, Fara, Asheara, Rikardo, Falvie, Greiz, let's take them. Everyone else, stay back."
The eight walked forward to meet the Red Cloaks and the two men in black. Marko seemed to mark the larger of the two as his. Kari intended to take down the other one. The warriors moved forward. There was no signal but all attacked at once. The Red Cloaks fought vicious duels with the other six while Kari and Marko unloaded powerful spells on the other two. They dodged or blocked them and attacked with their own. Marko then attacked with full force using his sword. The two locked blades and soon a deadly duel had started. Kari raised her shield and fired another beam of light. It caught the man by surprise and took off an arm. She then attacked with her staff. Her opponent seemed to be off balance and fought desperately. She saw a chance and sliced open the armor of the man by using the edge of her shield. The man fell back again. Kari wasn't about to let him get back on balance and used the Apocalypse Spell. The man screamed and his shattered remains fell to the ground. Kari was surprised that any remains existed at all. The Apocalypse Spell should have destroyed everything. She used it again and this time the body parts were completely destroyed. She saw the others fighting on. Fara suddenly used her Nova Spell and killed her opponent. The others were finishing off their opponents soon after. Only Marko and the man in black remained. The two were throwing ever more powerful spells at each other. Marko suddenly lashed out with Apocalypse and a hole appeared in the man's chest. A stunned look appeared on his face as he fell. Marko used it again and blood and guts splattered everywhere. Kari ran over to him and helped him remain standing.
"They should have been completely destroyed with the first blast," he said.
"I know. Come on. We won. We can go to my clan now."
Marko nodded and turned to face the paladins and mages.
"That was only one of the armies," said Marko, "We must find the other one and destroy it as well."
Suddenly a portal appeared in the clearing and several warriors of the Iron Wolves appeared.
"The city is under attack!" one shouted, "Demons are assaulting the city!"
"What?" Marko demanded. He then pointed at one of the higher ranked paladins.
"Captain, get the army back to Kurast as fast as you can. Kari, Fara, Greiz, Qual-Kehk, Asheara, Falvie, Natalya, and Rikardo, let's go. We'll use the portal to return and do what we can." The Companions ran into the portal and left the Iron Wolves with the army. Quickly the captain started the army marching back at a fast pace. Hopefully they would be in time to help.
The Companions appeared right in the middle of a fierce melee. Iron Wolves soldiers and the remaining paladins were trying to prevent a massive amount of demons. The demons all looked like the creature Marko and the others faced during their journey towards Lut Gholein. The human soldiers were getting slaughtered. All of the creatures wielded powerful blade weapons.
"Give them everything you've got!" Marko ordered.
The Companions leapt into the battle with every weapon they had. Kari and Fara fired off powerful spells from their staves. It took five Apocalypses to take down one of the creatures while Fara was having little luck with the Nova spell. She then charged one of the beasts and knocked it back with the staff. Natalya was employing many assassin skills, including fire and lightning traps. She had also summoned a Shadow Master. Unfortunately, The beasts were too powerful. They withstood almost every attack and gave as good as they got. Qual-Kehk managed to smash the head of one of the beasts with his battleaxe but the body continued to fight. Marko attacked from behind and finally destroyed it. Falvie fired powerful arrows of lightning and fire, managing to punch holes through the armor of the beasts. However, this merely slowed them down. Suddenly the beasts seemed to be taking hits. Sparks appeared all over their armor and the beasts seemed to be lashing out at nothing. The others then noticed that Rikardo and Marko had activated their Blessed Hammer aura. The beasts were actually trying to fight their way through the aura, but faced great difficulty and were slowed considerably. The others took their chance and attacked the creatures. They killed several more before the aura wore off. Suddenly a black bolt shot past the companions and struck one of the demons. It exploded in contact and vaporized the demon as well. The others looked back and saw Marko with his hand raised. However, he had a stunned and scared look on his face. He quickly snapped out of it and charged with his sword. Each of his blows sent whatever it hit flying back. Twice he even cut clean through the creatures. The others didn't know how Marko was doing this, but they followed. Soon they killed this group of demons and started cleaning out the city. When the army arrived, they helped kill any demon that still remained.
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"Hey."
Marko turned his head sideways and saw that it was his wife.
"Something wrong?"
Marko sighed. "You saw what I did today."
"What I saw was my husband going berserk and possibly saving all of us," Kari replied, "So what's the matter?"
"You saw what I did to that demon. Do you know what that was?"
Kari shook her head. "I assume it was a powerful spell."
"I was trying to use Holy Bolt," Marko stated.
Kari was silent for a few seconds.
"So what did you use?"
"I used an Unholy Bolt."
Kari's eyes went wide.
"How is that possible? You aren't evil, you don't even draw your power from anything evil."
"But I've touched evil. After I killed Mephisto, I somehow absorbed his strength. I used that strength to kill Diablo."
"But that's impossible," said Kari, "Only demons have the ability to absorb powers from things they kill."
"Perhaps. It might have had something to do with the fact that demon blood once entered my system. It was unfortunate, but it happened."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to replant the Worldstone and perhaps keep myself from becoming evil. With the powers of Hell cut off, I'll be able to avoid that power. It won't be able to touch me."
Kari walked up and hugged Marko from behind.
"So you're also doing this to save yourself. To keep yourself from being damned. Why didn't you tell me?"
Marko turned and took his wife's hands.
"Because it is dangerous for you to even be near me."
"I'll never be in danger around you," said Kari, "Never from you."
She hugged him and Marko returned it, hoping she was right.
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"As my last order, all of you are to remain behind or return to wherever your clan is based. Rikardo, everyone else, let's go. Kari's going to lead us to wherever Mage Slayers have their headquarters."
"I have a map," said Kari, "Are you strong enough to create a portal?"
"Sure," said Marko.
She let him go and he stood on his own. Kari took out her map and showed him the location. He waved his hand and a blue portal appeared. They walked through it and appeared in the center of a dozen assassins bearing their Katars.
"Oh bloody hell," Marko complained, "I do not need this."
Kari giggled as the other assassins looked at them, unsure what exactly to do.
"Hold weapons," a voice ordered.
The assassins relaxed and an elderly man appeared.
"Kari, Natalya. Who are these outsiders? Why have you brought them here? You know that no one besides Mage Slayers are allowed here."
"I know," said Kari, "and I am sorry. This is my husband, Marko Lyther, the Hand of Light. These are his companions."
The old man raised an eyebrow and looked Marko over. He waved a hand and the other assassins left.
"Welcome," he said to Marko, "I was not expecting such an important person."
"You flatter me. Now, let's get down to business. I know you have the Shadow of Courage. I need it."
The old man regarded him seriously.
"I am afraid I cannot give you the Shadow of Courage. We were entrusted in guarding it and we will not just give it away."
"I don't need to keep it," said Marko, "I need to use its powers here or a really secluded location that also has a very large chamber, and I mean very large, where assassins can protect it, to replant the damn Worldstone!"
The old man's eyes went wide when he heard this.
"You are going to attempt to replant the Worldstone, that which shields our world from the corruption of Hell?"
"Yes! Now, do you have a place large enough for me to actually seed it?"
"Yes, yes, of course. My name is Herad. I apologize for my earlier rudeness. You have answered our prayers and we will not forget it."
"Then take me to this place and bring the cloak," Marko ordered, "We don't exactly have all day."
"Do you need the Defender of Hope as well?"
Marko stopped dead in his tracks when he heard this.
"You also have the armor?"
"Only a fragment of it," Herad answered, "It was broken into five fragments."
"Then it's no use," said Marko, "Just bring the cape. Hopefully with three of the items of the set we'll have enough power to do what must be done."
"Three?"
Marko pulled out his sword.
"The Valor of the Light. Kari has the Shield of the Just."
Kari flashed the shield still strapped on her arm. Herad nodded.
"Come this way. It will take a while to prepare everything."
"Hurry."
End of Chapter 6
If this seems rushed, that's because it is. I am tired and don't want to keep editing, so I'm just going to leave it this way.
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