Saradom reached Denfent at dusk. The village was in shambles; houses
were burnt, dead things littered the streets. He held back an evil smile
as he entered the now-wrecked gate of the village. People ran hurriedly
about, trying to get the last of their work done before the last rays of
the sun disappeared over the horizon. In a booming voice he yelled,
"People of Denfent! I know of the evil that plagues your city, fear not!
I am of the north and I have come as the cure! Scurry not into hiding at
the fall of the sun, those who would damn you will do so no more!" People
looked out their window looking for the lunatic who would challenge the
legions of hell. One by one the people of Denfent realized that their
"lunatic" brandished a shimmering sword and beautiful armor and walked
about their tainted streets showing no fear. They felt hope for the first
time in weeks.
The people watched in awe as their angelic looking visitor strode up and down the streets calling to them, claiming to be their savior. As the last vestiges of day vanished from view, the howls of the damned filled all of them with fear. All but one. Saradom walked cockily about, awaiting contact with the demons. As they began to harass the outskirts of town, like they did in the beginning of every night, he broke into an all out sprit toward them. The demons covered their eyes, as even the reflection of moonlight from his armor was painful to their dark loving eyes. They grew furious and charged the necromancer, at least 15 strong. Women who watched from their windows covered their eyes, fearing this brave but foolish man would get disemboweled, or worse, for his courage. As they closed upon the gleaming warrior, he held his sword out and it crackled with raw energy and enveloped four of the impish horrors, leaving nothing but charred bones and ash. The rest of the creatures dove to the ground seeking shelter from the hated warrior of good.
Suddenly three leaping things sprang at the necromancer, each from a different angle. In blinding speed, Saradom swung his sword once, twice, cleaving two of the creatures in mid flight. As he finished his spin, the third was a mere eight inches from his face, claws swinging frantically. He reached out with his left hand and caught the demon by the neck. He looked it in the eyes as his flashed red quickly, and it turned to crumpling dust in his grip.
Now they were all about him, the few seconds it took for him to fend off the leapers gave the imp-things time to regroup. These imps were far from intelligent, but what they did know was how to kill, maim and torture. They planned on the latter for the shiny man. He smirked as they closed upon him, sword resting on his shoulder with his free hand extended palm out. Over a dozen razor sharp red-tinted bones erupted from the earth, instantaneously impaling each and every attacker. Saradom winked at the closest one as he shouted an arcane word, and each imp burst into flames.
Saradom looked at one of the bones, and they all disappeared back into the ground, leaving only a heaping pile charred flesh where they had been. One of the few remaining demons near him ran at him from behind screaming, little sword held over his head. As the necromancer was about to dispatch this thing easily, her voice echoed in his mind. "Let it injure you Saradom. Make these mortals love you even more, being wounded for them." Saradom smiled as the blade bit into his calf, collapsing him. He rolled onto his back as fangs shot from his fingertips, leaving a gaping hole in the imp. It looked down at where its stomach used to be, awe struck, as it collapsed dead.
A brave girl ran from the house closest to the wounded "hero", while shouts of a man inside ordered her back in. She ignored the commands and ran to Saradom, helping him up. As soon as they were back on their feet, the woman screamed as a huge cat-demon flew toward her. Saradom leapt forward and collided with the demon, and his fingertips exploded into ten eight- inch claws. He landed atop the beast and ripped it to shreds. The remaining demons fled the village as the townsfolk, getting a rush of courage from seeing a young girl of only fourteen winters come to their hero's aide, flooded the streets with crude clubs, hammers, kitchen knives and anything else they could use as a weapon. As the last demon disappeared into the darkness, the people cheered for their mysterious benefactor. He lay there, feigning injury as the young girl ran to him and cradled his head. She looked into his eyes for a brief moment and blushed, looked away, and looked back, staring in awe at his angelic face.
The people crowded around the enthralled girl and their injured savior. They hoisted him up and carried him into the nearest house and lay him on a bed. "How bad are you hurt, m'lord?" one of the women asked. "I'll be fine, I think." he said as he feigned pain. For some reason he now felt no pain at all. His queen endowed him with great powers indeed! A man spoke, "We would call for the priest to heal you," and Saradom's head whipped in his direction, staring him down. "But he was one of the first ones killed by the evil things." Thorough indeed, my queen. Thorough indeed. "I need no priest, good sir, I can heal myself somewhat. Enough to get around for the time being." He touched his finger to the wound and it closed up, leaving only a thick scab. "A healer from the heavens!" one of the ladies gasped. Saradom smiled. "Yes, I am."
As the town calmed down, people left the house seeking their beds. Saradom chose to stay at the house he had been carried into, although all the women had offered him quarter. It almost appeared that they tried to top one another, beds getting bigger and breakfast getting grander as they argued amongst themselves. In the end the disappointed women left, planning to get his attention the next day.
After he was left to himself for an hour or so, the young girl who had helped him during the battle crept into his room and knelt next to him, staring. He pretended to sleep and stirred to consciousness. "Hello, beautiful. I am glad you have come to me." "I couldn't stay away, your presence is enchanting." "Is it, now?" He reached out and touched her face gently, while she reached for his hand and shivered. She leaned over and kissed his lips, pawing at his face. Still kissing, he sat up and pushed her away. He motioned for her to lay on the bed, and she did, removing her clothes. He got up and stood at the foot of the bed, while the young girl stared. "Enchanting, am I?" He thrust his arms out to the side and in a brilliant flash, he looked as he had before leaving the queen. The girl's face twisted in horror as she tried to get up and run, but shackles of bone appeared and held her fast. A gag also appeared and cut off her scream. The shackles moved about the bed, spreading her legs as she lay squirming. He smiled as he slowly removed his armor and climbed atop the girl. Inside of her we went, the girl trying to scream but to no avail. Again and again he invaded her, as her muffled screams transformed into moans of a pleasure unconceivable. Slowly the shackles and the gag faded as Saradom continued to ravage the young one. "Yes, yes, I am yours! I need only you my lord! Yes!" She screamed in ecstasy as he continued to pump. He was smiling as he released himself inside of her, and she shook almost violently. He stared at her shaking form, her eyes closed as she gripped for anything she could hold on to. She opened her eyes, red eyes, and stared at Saradom. "What do you ask of me, my lord," she asked as she bowed her head. He gently lifted her head to meet his gaze. She nodded after staring into her master's eyes for a time, and got up.
Still naked, the young girl took a knife from the kitchen and went to her father's room. He awoke to seeing his fanged, red-eyed daughter flying through the air at him. She landed and plunged the knife into his chest. Blood began to bubble up from his mouth, and she kissed him on the lips. She kissed him deeply. As his last breath escaped his lungs, the girl proceeded to cut him into little pieces.
She returned to Saradom after she finished with her father. He kissed her, savoring the taste of blood. "Tomorrow, we invite your friends over to "play". With that he took her once more.
The people watched in awe as their angelic looking visitor strode up and down the streets calling to them, claiming to be their savior. As the last vestiges of day vanished from view, the howls of the damned filled all of them with fear. All but one. Saradom walked cockily about, awaiting contact with the demons. As they began to harass the outskirts of town, like they did in the beginning of every night, he broke into an all out sprit toward them. The demons covered their eyes, as even the reflection of moonlight from his armor was painful to their dark loving eyes. They grew furious and charged the necromancer, at least 15 strong. Women who watched from their windows covered their eyes, fearing this brave but foolish man would get disemboweled, or worse, for his courage. As they closed upon the gleaming warrior, he held his sword out and it crackled with raw energy and enveloped four of the impish horrors, leaving nothing but charred bones and ash. The rest of the creatures dove to the ground seeking shelter from the hated warrior of good.
Suddenly three leaping things sprang at the necromancer, each from a different angle. In blinding speed, Saradom swung his sword once, twice, cleaving two of the creatures in mid flight. As he finished his spin, the third was a mere eight inches from his face, claws swinging frantically. He reached out with his left hand and caught the demon by the neck. He looked it in the eyes as his flashed red quickly, and it turned to crumpling dust in his grip.
Now they were all about him, the few seconds it took for him to fend off the leapers gave the imp-things time to regroup. These imps were far from intelligent, but what they did know was how to kill, maim and torture. They planned on the latter for the shiny man. He smirked as they closed upon him, sword resting on his shoulder with his free hand extended palm out. Over a dozen razor sharp red-tinted bones erupted from the earth, instantaneously impaling each and every attacker. Saradom winked at the closest one as he shouted an arcane word, and each imp burst into flames.
Saradom looked at one of the bones, and they all disappeared back into the ground, leaving only a heaping pile charred flesh where they had been. One of the few remaining demons near him ran at him from behind screaming, little sword held over his head. As the necromancer was about to dispatch this thing easily, her voice echoed in his mind. "Let it injure you Saradom. Make these mortals love you even more, being wounded for them." Saradom smiled as the blade bit into his calf, collapsing him. He rolled onto his back as fangs shot from his fingertips, leaving a gaping hole in the imp. It looked down at where its stomach used to be, awe struck, as it collapsed dead.
A brave girl ran from the house closest to the wounded "hero", while shouts of a man inside ordered her back in. She ignored the commands and ran to Saradom, helping him up. As soon as they were back on their feet, the woman screamed as a huge cat-demon flew toward her. Saradom leapt forward and collided with the demon, and his fingertips exploded into ten eight- inch claws. He landed atop the beast and ripped it to shreds. The remaining demons fled the village as the townsfolk, getting a rush of courage from seeing a young girl of only fourteen winters come to their hero's aide, flooded the streets with crude clubs, hammers, kitchen knives and anything else they could use as a weapon. As the last demon disappeared into the darkness, the people cheered for their mysterious benefactor. He lay there, feigning injury as the young girl ran to him and cradled his head. She looked into his eyes for a brief moment and blushed, looked away, and looked back, staring in awe at his angelic face.
The people crowded around the enthralled girl and their injured savior. They hoisted him up and carried him into the nearest house and lay him on a bed. "How bad are you hurt, m'lord?" one of the women asked. "I'll be fine, I think." he said as he feigned pain. For some reason he now felt no pain at all. His queen endowed him with great powers indeed! A man spoke, "We would call for the priest to heal you," and Saradom's head whipped in his direction, staring him down. "But he was one of the first ones killed by the evil things." Thorough indeed, my queen. Thorough indeed. "I need no priest, good sir, I can heal myself somewhat. Enough to get around for the time being." He touched his finger to the wound and it closed up, leaving only a thick scab. "A healer from the heavens!" one of the ladies gasped. Saradom smiled. "Yes, I am."
As the town calmed down, people left the house seeking their beds. Saradom chose to stay at the house he had been carried into, although all the women had offered him quarter. It almost appeared that they tried to top one another, beds getting bigger and breakfast getting grander as they argued amongst themselves. In the end the disappointed women left, planning to get his attention the next day.
After he was left to himself for an hour or so, the young girl who had helped him during the battle crept into his room and knelt next to him, staring. He pretended to sleep and stirred to consciousness. "Hello, beautiful. I am glad you have come to me." "I couldn't stay away, your presence is enchanting." "Is it, now?" He reached out and touched her face gently, while she reached for his hand and shivered. She leaned over and kissed his lips, pawing at his face. Still kissing, he sat up and pushed her away. He motioned for her to lay on the bed, and she did, removing her clothes. He got up and stood at the foot of the bed, while the young girl stared. "Enchanting, am I?" He thrust his arms out to the side and in a brilliant flash, he looked as he had before leaving the queen. The girl's face twisted in horror as she tried to get up and run, but shackles of bone appeared and held her fast. A gag also appeared and cut off her scream. The shackles moved about the bed, spreading her legs as she lay squirming. He smiled as he slowly removed his armor and climbed atop the girl. Inside of her we went, the girl trying to scream but to no avail. Again and again he invaded her, as her muffled screams transformed into moans of a pleasure unconceivable. Slowly the shackles and the gag faded as Saradom continued to ravage the young one. "Yes, yes, I am yours! I need only you my lord! Yes!" She screamed in ecstasy as he continued to pump. He was smiling as he released himself inside of her, and she shook almost violently. He stared at her shaking form, her eyes closed as she gripped for anything she could hold on to. She opened her eyes, red eyes, and stared at Saradom. "What do you ask of me, my lord," she asked as she bowed her head. He gently lifted her head to meet his gaze. She nodded after staring into her master's eyes for a time, and got up.
Still naked, the young girl took a knife from the kitchen and went to her father's room. He awoke to seeing his fanged, red-eyed daughter flying through the air at him. She landed and plunged the knife into his chest. Blood began to bubble up from his mouth, and she kissed him on the lips. She kissed him deeply. As his last breath escaped his lungs, the girl proceeded to cut him into little pieces.
She returned to Saradom after she finished with her father. He kissed her, savoring the taste of blood. "Tomorrow, we invite your friends over to "play". With that he took her once more.
