Diablo 2 - Visions of You (Chapter 9: 2 of 2)
By Amethyst Haze (amethyst_haze@hotmail.com)
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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. Also, you might want to have read through "Longing to be with you" first since Visions of You is the second in that series. :P
On a side note, this is the rest of the ninth chapter and was a little rushed while I was writing it. And, I am SO SO SO sorry it took me so long to get this up. ::sighs:: I'm working two jobs now to pay for my tuition along side my volunteering job, so my schedule's been kinda crazy lately. ::sighs:: Hopefully my writing will pick up faster now that my volunteering thing is out until next summer. Again, thanks so much to my regulars who believed in me.
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Shaking his head, Ferrum snapped out of his moment of weakness. No! he told himself. This isn't Alys! This is the Enchantress... I have to remember that. His eyes narrowed at her as she turned her gaze away from him without a care for his obvious anger at her.
The look on Rune's face suddenly flared a memory to surface within the demoness. With her hollow dark eyes glowing an ethereal shade, the Enchantress glared at the druid. "YOU!" She snarled with a tremendous amount of animosity, "It's always you... Impudent human... I should've burned you to ash when I had the chance!"
Her intentions were clearly of an evil nature (given the obvious fact that Alys was currently under the influence of a demon) as she quickly took three dainty steps back. The muscles in her body, that were not hidden by the torn rags of her clothes, tensed and relaxed as the crude gidbinn that was embedded in her stomach resonated until a high pitched screeching sound pierced the air.
The dark yellow ochre shade that pulsed from the Gidbinn was disturbing. And thugh the aura emanating from the dagger was not as intense as the red of the blaze that devoured the abandoned dock-village, its presence demanded everyone's attention. And attention it did receive. Frozen for a split-second, Rune watched, strangely fascinated and captivated by the light as it slithered from her belly to her shoulder. The yellow ochre wisp then circled around her slim bicep before it gathered into her balled hand and crackled with a hissing threat of incoming pain. As tendrils of lightning snake out from the Enchantress' outstretched arm, Rune nimbly leapt out of the way and barked out an order to a section of his animal army to attack.
On cue, Rahlehn hastily conjured up an arctic blast, his feet planted firmly to the ground to not have his blance thrown off by the rush of icy winds emitted from his hands. Cold ethereal white blasts of air flew from his open hand at Alys. Her eyes narrowed to thin slits as flecks of ice harmlessly bounced off her skin. If anything, the chilling gust seemed only to further annoy her.
The creatures under Rune's command however didn't hesitate the least bit, nor were they bothered by the cold winds of the other druid because of their thick and effective fur. Fangs bared, his wolves snarled as they leapt at the demonic creature regardless of the evil glint in her eyes and the foreboding glow of her body.
When Alys was done with them, the stench of burnt flesh and singed fur tainted the air, leaving a sickening feeling twisting tightly in the pit of his stomach. A horrible wave of remorse and self-loathing washed over him for ordering the innocent animals to their death. With her back arched in an arrogant stance, Alys' shoulders shook in silent laughter as her head tilted back slightly, the shadows from her hair hiding her eyes.
"Pitiful," she uttered, raw mockery and amusement lingering in her tone that utterly enraged Rune. He let out an enraged roar and rushed forward, only to be blasted back by the wave of the Enchantress' hand. WIth an uncermonious CRUNCH, his fall was broken by Deckard Cain.
The old man wailed in pain, his thin bony fists pounding on Rune's shoulder as he sputtered for the druid to remove his overbearing weight off of him.
Varia knelt down next to the frail man, soothing his pain with words as Rune quickly got off of him, muttering a curt apology. Ralehn's female companion simply half-smiled as she reached into her belt to pull out a small sachet of dry herbs for Deckard's sore body.
Ralehn glanced back and nodded at Varia. She nodded back, a secret understanding between them. The woman quickly dragged the old man to his feet and threw his arm over her shoulder as quickly and carefully as she could. Supporting his wait, she carefully led him away from the battle to safety.
"Not so fast!" Alys hissed as anoter lightning bolt shot out from her hand towards the woman. Instead of a feminine scream, Rahlehn's agonized grunt was heard once he hurled himself in front of the white hot energy cutting through the air effortlessly.
"Rahlehn!"
"Keep going!" He hissed, rapidly getting to his feet smacking his flame-licked cloak to put out the fire.
Meanwhile, Ferrum's skeleton warriors were ambling towards the Enchantress with such a lack of speed that she found it infuriatingly insulting; clearly they underestimate her or refuse to not take their predicament seriously. Alys rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose in disgust as she lifted her hand, the back of it facing the human group. Quickly, she flicked her wrist and the strangest sight Ferrum and the rest of them had ever witnessed occurred: the skeletons' bones turn an ash gray as they suddenly froze in their strides.
"The undead? What harm is that supposed to cause me?" she chuckled, shaking her head as she wagged a finger at them in amused contempt. With the dirt floor grinding beneath their heels as they spun around to face their master and his friends, the dead army began plodding towards the human group in an orderly fashion, all moving their limbs in sync.
"What the hell??!" Ferrum's jaw nearly dropped in abject horror.
Rune narrowed his eyes, determined still to get to Alys. His flock if crows immediately rushed forward, attacking Alys as she thrashed around angrily, her lightning tendrils reaching out to ultimately choke the birds one by one.
"Shit..." Ferrum cursed under his breath, conjuring up a rock golem to rush Alys as he caught the sight of Rune being tossed aside effortlessly to the ground near Spikey.
"I'm fine," he muttered, jumping immediately back into action. The jingling of Spikey's movements caught his attention. With a sly grin, he grabbed the golem without any warning, and, with a good spin, he hurled the creature at the army of rebellios skeletons ambling towards them.
Panicking, Spikey's bladed hands waved about furiously, it's sharp edges slashing and breaking apart the bone warriors with ease as he flew through the undead crowd. When he landed, he skittered furiously from skeleton to skeleton, slashing their knee joints and, when they fell to their lost knees, beheading them.
As though to scream, "You bastard!" Spikey looked over his shoulder at the smirking druid and shook one small blade hand in the air threateningly with a soft bell-like jingle.
"I can't believe you recreated that little imp," Ralehn groaned shaking his head before he took on an attitude of non-chalance. "Well, let's see if he's as good as the last time." Murmuring incantations, he pointed his hand at Spikey and then at Alys. "Spikey, READY!"
Standing in a puff of dusty gravel and bits of large stones littered on the ground, Alys' slender limbs shook angrily as she stood back up. Her back was rigid as her eyes flashed of pure anger. "Infidels!!!" she shrieked, her fingers twitching as though they were claws ready to sink and tear savagely into the humans like a scavenger on a rotting desert corpse.
From the sky, a fiery rock falls and Spikey manages to support the huge thing despite his tiny size. He skittered about, holding it over his head in a panicky matter, jingling in a reckless rhythm, as though he can feel the burning pain. He then launches it at Alys with all his might.
Immediately, several more tendrils lashed out to dismantle the burning rock. However at that moment, another burning mass of earth fell from the sky, nearly smashing into Alys.
With an angry shriek, tendrils of lightning blasted out from her demonic body. A circuit of energy revolving and spreading around her with the painful physics of a nova, knocking her mortal enemies back and to the ground.
Her eyes flicked to the metal golem who was still determinedly standing up; that irritated her. With a few running steps, she punted the golem with a simple and unlady-like kick, ignoring the searing pain in her shins caused by his sharp blades pinching into her skin. With a final glare to the crumpled golem's form amongst the large discarded scraps of burlap scattered on the floors, she turned her attention back to the morals who had already gotten back up on their feet.
With fluid motion, Ferrum released his bone wand from his belt as his lips moved rapidly in an ancient chant. Upon the fifth syllable, the breath was knocked clear out of his lungs as his body was thrown back by the force of Alys' mind.
She chuckled, wagging her finger at him scoldingly. "Human... pitiful." Her moment of arrogance was short-lived though.
A shadow of fear suddenly passed over her brow. She had made a mistake.... she knew damn well by the energy surging through her body, screaming at her to react now. Her head turned just in time to feel the sharp edge of a spear snikt into her left cheek and slash locks of her hair short to her ear.
Holding on to the end of the spear with a triumphant smirk was Ralehn. Alys stared at him in horror, then at the tips of her blood-stained fingers when she pressed them to the fresh flaw on her face.
Ralehn's feeling of victory was short-lived. Alys' hand flew out in a chop, breaking the pole with her anger. Quick on his feet, but not quick enough, Ralehn bounded back only to be caught 'round the neck by her furious telekinetic grip that clawed at him.
A gasp of shock left his throat as he struggled violently in her grip. His eyes flew to Varia's form. Her eyes wer wide open and she was mid-stride to run to him. He threw her a glare which she understood.... Obedient, but very agitated by the situation, Varia kept her distance and remained at Deckard Cain's side to ensure his safety.
Ralehn's world then went a murky black.
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Rune let out an angry shout as Alys waved her arms in the motion of a throw and hurled Ralehn far with her telekinetic hold. Fear shot through Varia as she screamed in response to the loud SPLASH heard moments later ; Alys had thrown him into the river.
Varia jumped to her feet. All that ran through that pretty little head of hers was the image of her love, unconscious and sinking deep into the Kurast dock waters. She sprinted across the village battlefield, leaping over burning bits of buildings and brush to fly headfirst in a not-so-graceful dive to the dark waters to rescue Ralehn.
A small prayer croseed Rune's mind as he thought about Ralehn's heavy armour. But the prayer was left unfinished due to Alys' ghostly grip once more.
Rune struggled furiously in a similar fashion as the older druid did. He vainly tried to dig his fingernails into the invisible hold. But it was to no avail. He could hear his hearbeat roaring in his ears as his eyes set upon Alys.
She walks by several of the discarded burlap materials on the ground and approached Rune with the famiiar and trademark evil and sadistic glint in her eyes. "Always meddling...," she hissed, studying his face for any changes the years had brought him. "One of my sisters is dead because of you humans!"
Rune weakly lifted his head to simply glare at the Enchantress, seeing past the innocent face that once was Alys. In his mind's eye, all he saw was the slaughtered villagers that demoness had claimed, "And many humans are dead because of you and your sisters!" he sputtered.
"Good, the sooner this plague called 'humans' is rid of, the better..." A cruel smirk slipped to her lips as she lifted her hand towards the ominously black sky, darkened by her presence and the smoke of destruction. A soft black aura radiated from her arm, crackling out then in bolts of thunder, shaping itself into the shape of a clearly evil living pulsating lance.
A touch of warmth hit her at the sight of the fear flashing in the druid's eyes. She pointed the pulsing jagged tip, alive with energy as she drew her arm back slightly. "I hate you all... All human... all things... all pathetic.....rrrrg..... Diemma was right..." The name of the third sister rolled off her tongue so lovingly that it seemed almost bitter sweet of an evil being capable of such emotions. "She was so right... such foul creatures these humans are..."
Nervously, Rune glanced over at Ferrum's body, still crumpled limply on the ground.
The Enchantress' hand trembled, clammy from holding tightly onto her demonic lance. "I remember you so well, as well as I do your woman." Her venomous smile cut through her face as she savoured the pain that was evident in Rune. "She was quite the snake, blood so impure it made my mouth water...." She hissed venomously, pressing the lance against his chest as Rune grunted in pain, his muscles clenching tightly against the agony.
Rune, feeling ill at the rememberance of Eterna, barely noticed Ferrum's arms bracing against the ground to push himself up with his bone wand ready.
Alys however, did notice despite what Rune thought. She turned, glared and he was tripped back to the ground like a pitiful bug by another telekinetic swipe
"The daughter however was quite disgusting," she continued on, unfazed and savouring every moment to toy with the druid's mind. "Virginal blood.. eughhh." She shuddered, her lips curling in disgust but still smiling in its own special way. "But sister Countess put it to good use..." She smiled ferally. "I shouldn't hold such malice against virgin blood though... it was after all a virginal woman that lets me live now...."
Alys turned her eyes to Ferrum once more, who was surprisingly back on his feet in much quicker time. "I'm your woman, am I not?" she asked in an innocent seeming voice. Her expression of malice betrayed the tone though. "I gathered that much from what this body feels when you're near.." To illustrate her point, she shivered like a lover wrapped in waves of ecstasy.
"Give Alys back to me."
"Alys?" She smiled, "Ah yes... the beautiful and innocent seeming name." She shakes her head laughing, shaking Rune in her grip like a child with a toy. "No surprise that her mind is just as weak as her name." She narrowed her eyes, gripping the lance tighter. "I hate innocent things."
She paused suddenly, glancing over at Ferrum thoughtfully. "Oh, I almost forgot..." Her eyes narrowed again and Ferrum felt himself flying through the air again by an invisible force. "How rude of you to interrupt our conversation!!!" Her eyes burned to a steely gold hue, blazed with anger and hatred. "I should have to kill you."
She turned to Rune, grinning as she stared into the depths of his eyes, "Ah... sweet fear.." she purred darkly. "Just like your woman... Alys is too. She's scared now.... I can feel it." A shiver visibly rippled through her as she smiled sweetly. "So delicious... again..."
Ferrum stares at the Gidbinn, glinting in the light from her stomach. He had to try.... they'd be most likely dead tomorrow if they did not succeed. "Spikey!"
Right then, the burlap sack behind her jumps at her, revealing the golem called for, and it took no hesitation in jumping into action.
Spikey slashed at tge demonic black-lightning blade apart then, not affected by the lightning at all. Jingling, he locks his bulky little arms around Alys' legs to keep her from moving while slashing the calves if she even moved.
And move she did.
Alys' hideous screams pierced the smokey air as she thrashed about, her lightning tendrils grabbing angrily at the golem as Ferrum jumped to his feet and Rune falls uncermoniously to the floor on his bottom. Quickly taking the opening, he rushed up behind the possessed woman, firmly placing her in a tight headlock with his muscled arms. Her hair bristled against his arms as she struggled against the druid and the metal golem at her feet
Ferrum, standing in front of his love, firmly places his hand upon the handle of the crude dagger, the source of all this trouble.
Seething at his desperate attempt to free her of the source of her power, a tightly choking grip encircled Ferrum's neck tightly as she talks. "You... I don't care who you are... but I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU ALL!" Her eyes burning red now, she chokes him tighter as her calves continue dripping of blood and her body being restrained by Rune.. "DIE!" She starts laughing haughtily, a deranged smile on her face.
Despite that Ferrum could feel the life being drawn out of him, hel refused to let go of the Gidbinn. He was feeling light-headed, but steadfast, his muscles still determinedly worked to free her.
It was then that Rune did a simple action which was her undoing. With all his strength, he pulled back on Alys, away from Ferrum and away from the Gidbinn in his hand. He pulled so hard, Ferrum was shocked and the blade flew backwardrs from them as Rune flew back several paces.
Free of the Gidbinn and bleeding badly, she teetered forward, collapsing into Ferrum's arms as he fell to the ground with his arms securely locked around her body.
Her eyes blankly open, she stared at the front of his armour, her body oddly glowing yellow. "Ferrum..." she murmurs softly, her voice shaking yet soft-toned like he remembered and loved.
Ferrum, coughing, cradles her body close so she can see into the depths of his blue eyes. "I'm right here, Alys."
Rune flicked his gaze at the Gidbinn, the primitive dagger, jagged in edges as well as chipped but yet the container of an evil and awesome power. He knew well he should go after it, but at the same time, he felt frozen to the ground... waiting for something.
A more lively skin shade returned to Alys' body... but not so healthy looking. She stares at him, her eyes shining as she smiles, "I... I feel strange..." she whispers softly, shaking her head. "Something's different... I feel so weak..."
Ferrum smiles bitterly and glances down at the dagger wound now bleeding fresh red blood.
A pang of pain twisted his stomach into a complex knot. He swallowed hard, currently unsure of his actions. Yes, he had saved Alys from the Enchantress... but by the looks of the blood..... "Nothing's different, Alys..." he managed to say in a tight voice with a forced thin-lipped smile, "You're fine."
Rune sighs, hearing Ferrum's conversation while his eyes were turned to the docks where the temporary water-dwelling druid with the a fair haired-woman speaking to Deckard Cain. He turned around, feeling a strange sensation... his eyes dart back and forth, "Something's not right..."
Ralehn turns around, staring curiuosly too since Rune's voice was caught upon the starting winds. "You can feel it, can't you?" he asks softly, his voice harsh and filled with alert.
Rune nodded morbidly. Then.... he finally glanced over at the Gidbinn... horrified. The blade was surrounded by a black mist and hovering in the air as it spun. Like a pointer, it's sharp end spun to aim at Alys.
Alys' eyes, glazed, stared up at him, concerned. "I think you're lying..."
"--Look out!"
Ferrum glanced over his shoulder at lightning speed to see the blade slicing through the air towards them. Horrified, he pulled Alys' body closer to his with his arms wrapped around her tightly. Alys could feel Ferrum turning his body to shield her from the blade... but not quick enough. Her eyes widened as she she echoed Ferrum's choked cry of pain.
Rune's blood turned cold as he ran towards the two of them. The Gidbinn had made it's target.... impaled was Ferrum's forearm... and the sharp end of the blade had gone through his arm to bite down into Alys' chest.
Next to Alys' unconscious form was Ferrum's limp body, his arm still pinned to her chest by the Gidbinn, which was glowing a triumphant and sickly-evil grey. In a flurry, Ralehn, Varia and Cain rushed over immediately, all horrified expressions, but Varia looking to be the most calm as she knelt down to the girl and pressed her palm to her forehead and her other to Ferrum's.
Gauging the difference between her own temperature, she looked up at the two druids and, in a motherly voice, barked an order, "They need beds, now." She quickly got to her feet, dusted her hands off and headed towards the jungle poste haste as Rune and Ralehn struggle to figure out how to best carry the two lovers without worsening their possibly fatal condition.
Deckard Cain looked at Varia and, in his wisest and most concerned voice that the old man could croak, he called out after her, "Where are you going, Varia?"
"To get some herbs!" she declared back with all the regal composure of a motherly queen.
Rahlehn stared at the limp bodies of Ferrum and Alys. His gaze however was locked on the seemingly-sleeping woman. The idea that the young woman was truly an innocent boggled the mind when compared to her actions only moments ago. Yes, she was possessed.... but it served as a warning to the druid; any woman, even most innocent of women, can be a tool of evil. Afterall, they're just human.
He turned around, slanting his gaze to the form of Varia running into the thick brush of the jungle.
...Any woman...
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The dense green brush swiped his face in small pricks to draw thin blood red lines. The necromancer however swatted the spiked leaves away irritably like one would to a gnat.
Ferrum's eyes darted around, his body following the soft lilting voice of a young child.... what child? It sounded so familiar...
Deeper and deeper through the jungle brush he went. Maggots crawling on the ground through corpses, spiders darting up and down treetrunks; very scenic route.
In a clearing made for a stone altar of flat slabs and a raised stone platform, the form of a young girl lay curled up near an altar, crying.
Somehow, without knowing why, it occurred to him what the altar was.... it was a sacrificial altar for the Enchantress. Terrified for the girl, he tugged on the sleeve of her dirty dress. "Get away from here, it's not safe," he reasoned softly.
Her hazel eyes connected with his and the reality hit him at full force. "Alys! ... a younger Alys?" he thought as she stared back with reddened eyes spilling tears down childishly-chubby cheeks. Her innocent face regarded him oddly before he tugged again.
With a small nod, she slowly stood up. Her small hand reached out hesitantly and brushed against his own lightly.
A chill winter's breeze then broke the air, swirling between them and darted behind Ferrum where he suddenly felt a gaze heavily bearing down in to him.
He turned his head slightly only to spy a fully grown Alys--no, the Enchantress-- wielding the Gidbinn. Her eyes were full of hatred and she still radiated of evil from her death-toned skin. And from the corner of the eye, he witnessed her unarmed hand come forward with lightning speed of a backhand blow before all went hazy.
A startled cry sprang from the young Alys' lips as Ferrum slumped to the floor, blinking slowly with unfocused blue eyes.
The girl knelt down beside the dazed necromancer as the Enchantress hovered nearby like a wheezing swarm of locusts waiting to strike. Wheezing, because of her heavy and laboured breaths. Her stomach, once flawless with skin so soft as Ferrum could attest to, was seen through the heavy garb of her own sullied dress' tears. Her belly was no longer flawless, quite the opposite. The deep cut where the Gidbinn once lay remained in a gnarled, cancerous existance, like split tree bark of a mottled dried-blood hue. It was such a ghastly sight to the girl that she immediately turned back to the necromancer with an attempt to revive him.
"Ferrum?" She cried out softly, shaking him with her small hands frantically. She tugged on wisps of his hair, on his cheek, on his ears, even snapping his Adam's apple with her small fingers; He didn't respond at all.
"Help me..."
Alys, starled by the Enchantress' sudden and uncharacteristic plead for help, stared blankly at her for a small moment. Her gaze flicked to the Gidbinn in her hand then back to Ferrum with hesitation dead-set in her eyes.
"Alys... Help me," the Enchantress tried again, her voice rasping as her hands tried feebly to cover her exposed stomach. "Please help me.... I helped you. Your voice stayed alive in me... you must help me."
The girl shook her head, still eyeing the Gidbinn.
A look of pain washed briefly over the Enchantress before she composed herself again, obviously fighting against the agony caused by her abdominal wound. "I can give you everything you desire. The world can be yours." An ironic smile touched her face as she continued on. "As a child... didn't you feel always outcasted as a child? I can give you the power... absolute power to change all that. To destroy all those who made you what you are! I promise you power... in return, I ask you give me a body..." She gasped in pain, feeling another pang from the Gidbinn's absence. "Just give me protection... Protect me!"
Alys shaked up at her with wide hazel eyes in shock. She shook her head, "No... you hurt the entire village... you didn't spare them... Even when I begged you!"
Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared down at the impudent little girl that her fate ironically rested upon."Who cares about them!!?!" She snapped viciously, causing Alys to jump slightly. "Save me!!! They were the ones who shunned you, made you feel like every night was a living hell! They nearly made you take your own life, Alys!"
Alys shivered at the reminder. Again, her eyes darted to the crude Gidbinn at the thought of her own knife she once held at her throat so many years ago. "Nearly, but I didn't!"
"Protect me..." Enchantress hissed, expecting her to jump at her command.
Alys didn't even budge. "You nearly killed Ferrum... You nearly killed my friends..."
"What friends?!" Enchantress hisses. "You think that group of misfits are your friends? They're just here because you amuse them!" Her once lovely face twisted into an angry mocking scowl. "They laugh at you behind your backs... I've heard them... they believe in the whore's taint as well..."
"They don't...... I don't believe you," Alys retorted.
"I am a part of you!" the Enchantress barked out, her hair shaking in the suddenly chilled breeze that rushed through the stretched horizons of darkness. "You must help me!!!"
"No..."
"You owe me everything!!! Stupid human!! Who are you to defy me, little girl??!" she hissed angrily, tightening her grip upon the Gidbinn as she lifted it up menacingly. "You will do what I say!"
"No, I won't!" She hugged Ferrum's limp body tighter, feeling the hard muscles of his body resist against her small, but crushing, hold of him. Her eyes narrowed angrily at the demoic vision before her.
"You belong to me!" the Enchantress barked out, a mocking tone as she focused her aim on the eyes of the lovely girl. "You have no choice. I will not let myself die just because of some stupid little girl!!!"
"I belong to Ferrum! That was my choice!" she retorted angrily as the woman cocked her hand back.
"Then if I must die, you're coming with me!" she hissed furiously and the blade was released from her hand.
Without realizing what she was doing, one of Alys' small arms left Ferrum's body and reached out, catching the blade in her small hand. Her palm and fingers were grazed by the sharp edge and blood trickled out. But that didn't stop her, she screamed out an angry tortured sound as she hurled the blade back at the Enchantress. The blade sliced through the air efffortlessly, flying back at the demon woman with such speed that the demoness stood no chance in saving herself.
The blade sunk deep into her forehead.... Her eyes, blackened, tilted up to the sky as she dropped to her knees. Her body crumbled in a slowly growing pool of blood that stretched further and further, spilling down the edge of the altar and still crawling out further...
Alys shuddered briefly, feeling all the tension and anger leave her body before she turned back to the unconscious Ferrum. Her small hand still bleeding, she daintily brushed it over his forehead, pushing aside the stray locks of his blonde hair.
"Ferrum..." she whispered softly. "... I need you." She hugged him tighter, nestling her head into his shoulder, "Wake up, Ferrum..."
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Note from Amethyst Haze
Now... with the Countess and the Enchantress... or 'the evil sisters' (Mwa ha ha)... there is a third one. Yep, she's mentioned. "Diemma." The way I've worked it, I consider the Countess to be the sister that can rely more on brute strength, the Enchantress for magicks and the third sister is a head case. Course... all three of them are crazy in their own sense. Countess is a blood thirsty demon, Enchantress is the most obviously demented one, and... well... the third....is more crazy in an intellectual way. With that said, a side story is already in progress that features the third sister. And... going with the corniness of Countess and Enchantress.... I have to choose between: Temptress, Seductress and others that are even more cheesy. -_-; I'll probably go with Temptress... just because it could be taken in an EVIL context without too much difficulty.
Woo-hoo! One more chapter to go!!! Yeahhh!