DISCLAIMER-
Diablo 2 and other related stuff don't belong to me; otherwise the necromancer
would be able to control three golems at the same time!!!
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Dark Light
Chapter 1- The Death Of A Demon (And Birth Of A Hero)
Astaroth quickly drank an antidote to quell the poison that was beginning to spread through his body. Given time it would slowly eat his innards. A gruesome prospect yes, but he wasn't gonna let that happen. Knowing that the antidote would do its work efficiently (or else he would be pretty pissed off at Akara), he surveyed the scene in front of him.
Three of his skeletons warriors were hacking away at the demoness known as Andariel with blunt-looking swords. One of them had a shield but it didn't do him any good as the pale-skinned giantess ripped its torso apart from the rest of its body even as it valiantly swung away, just a slave controlled by its master.
Two balls of frost quickly surged to Andariel and hit her squarely on the back. Astaroth had done good by conjuring his skeleton mages behind the demoness' back. Meanwhile, his clay golem picked itself up again from the wall where Andariel had thrown it. Grunting a little, it charged towards its target.
Astaroth smiled to himself, this demoness was not the "dangerous beast" and "spawn from Hell" he had so often heard about during his journey to the Rogue's Camp. It had been only a minute since he had entered the her lair and engaged her; now she was already being overwhelmed by his forces. It was good that he hadn't hired a Rogue to help-they only added to the expenditure of his hard-earned gold. Besides, they all either feared or disliked him and Kashya had only offered their services because of Akara who was less discriminating.
Astaroth couldn't blame them. Many a time had people looked upon his countenance and cursed him under their breaths or just shut their doors. His pale face was a common feature of all Necromancers and it was one all of them were recognized and shunned by. On the other hand, his hair wasn't white. It was jet-black but not too long though, and usually combed backwards. If he wanted to look more intimidating, he just jerked his head and let the hair lie naturally. Around his neck he wore a silver necklace, hanging on it, a golden pendant, usually shoved out of view under his chain-mail armor. His hands also encased in chain-mail, adorned a magical ring on each hand, while he wore plain leather boots for his purposes.
Snapping out of his reverie, Astaroth looked at the battle once again. The tide had turned against him now. Only one skeleton remained. The other two had been broken to bits while he wasn't looking. However, both skeleton mages were fine and the clay golem still hammered away.
Suddenly, Andariel screeched and let out a green gas from her mouth. Just like that, both skeleton and golem crumbled into dirt. Taking the chance to strike while the demoness was heading towards his remaining skeletons, he held onto his hand axe and started chopping away Andariel's thick backside. Roaring loudly in surprise and pain as Astaroth ducked and avoided the blow that would have injured him fatally, Andariel turned and focused on the warrior.
Through the corner of her green-hazed eyes the demoness saw the remaining skeletons still firing ice bolts at her. They wouldn't hurt her much though. And besides, they would fall apart once their master was slaughtered. This one who had begun to cause her some pain, she would enjoy killing.
Realizing that he was now the target, Astaroth played defensive. He muttered a few words and a clay golem and two skeletons appeared by his side. He muttered some more and the area around Andariel was suddenly bathed in light. She growled in surprise and swung widely with her sharp claws. Then the light was gone, but now Andariel had been cursed. Her strength had been decreased by a little. Once again, Astaroth jumped into the fray and began attacking the demoness.
With all the beings attacking her from all sides, Andariel could not concentrate. Her weak efforts at grabbing the human were futile thanks to his large shield. Suddenly, the human came into her sight, but not alone. He was brandishing a large axe.
With a mighty swing of the sharp axe, Astaroth lopped off Andariel's head. Her body quivered a little and finally fell down as her eyes glared at him from their place on the floor. Green liquid was oozing out her not so thick neck. Taking it as poison, Astaroth collected some amount for further research and possible use. Then he examined the axe he had found on the floor. It was a wicked axe and he felt that it had some magical properties. He would only be sure once he went into town and asked the wise mage Deckard Cain for identification. He stooped and picked up his hand axe and dropped it into the bag he carried. It was a good weapon with some magical properties, though pretty limited he had to admit. He could sell it for a good price. Picking up other booty and quickly killing off some remaining Dark Ones, he unsummoned his golem and skeletons lest they should scare the Rogues and used a town portal to get back to the Rogue's camp.