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Jessi: Well... didn't really make a very long chapter last time, did I?
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Yami Shadowblade swept out of the shadows, Marwolaeth unsheathed in her hand and rage glittering in her emerald eyes.
The newly exposed archdevil grasped Dante's wrist dragging the tiefling closer.
The tiefling screamed, but not from the pain of the archdevil's grasp. The voices in his head reached a new peak, shrieking, laughing, whisphering, tempting him with dark deeds. Dante's mind reeled and the barriers he had built around his demons bagan to crumble.
Yami lunged at the archdevil who, pulling Dante along with him, dodged the blow. With a florish Baalzebul drew his own weapon, with was now a long serrated blade, stained with blood that could never be washed off and radiating an incredible dark arua of evil.
The added presence of the blade drove the young plane-touched beserk. Drawing his dagger from his belt he plunged it into the archdevil's wrist.
Baalzebul roared like a rouge bull as his hand spasmed open and Dante fled into the trees, trying desperatly to control his demonic blood.
Marwolaeth darted in and buried itself up to the hilt in the archdevil's stomach, following by a dagger weilded in Yami's left hand.
Growling Baalzebul flung the alabastar elf away from him, removing the weapons in the process. Throwing two massive balls of force magic in the elf's general direction he growled as he saw Yami charge out of the smoke,
"Mark my words! I will return for the plane-touched and when I do..." Baalzebul's sentence trailed off into manical laughter and the archdevil vanished with a burst of crimson flame and the reek of brimstone.
Yami halted and seathed her weapon. Turning, she headed back to the church.
Dante had taken refuge behind the altar, at the feet of Corellon Larethian. His hands were pressed to his ears and he was rocking back and forth, his breath coming in little sobs. Diahryn, returned from the forest, was standing beside him, warhammer in hand,
"I don't know what happen Yami. One mintue I was enjoying my meal and the next he just bursts out of the bushes and hids here. What's going on?"
"I don't know Diahryn... I don't know..."
Diahryn straightened,
"What really puzzles me Lady is where these came from." He gestured to Dante's back and as Yami leant in to look she gasped.
When Yami heared hoofbeats entering the courtyard the next day she kept a hand on Marwolaeth's hilt as she went to investigate.
She reconized the blue-black stallion and the black-cloaked rider however. Asgwrn Shadowblade lowered his hood and stared at the massive craters the forces magic had left behind.
"Did I miss something?" He dismounted and passed his horse to a servant.
"Welcome back. Did you get your herb?"
Asgwrn held up a silver vial before slipping it back into one of the numerous pockets in his midnight blue robes,
"You're avoiding the question... That's unlike you, Yami..."
The alabastar elf shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. Her archmage held her gently,
"Are you all right? Did something happen to you or Dante?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you Asgwrn. But come... you need to see Dante."
Jessi: Well... didn't really make a very long chapter last time, did I?
Tiamet: --
Jessi: What?! Remember people REVIEW!!! The more reviews I get the stronger my muse becomes and the better I write. Thanks to the people who have already review though! tosses them all cookies
Yami Shadowblade swept out of the shadows, Marwolaeth unsheathed in her hand and rage glittering in her emerald eyes.
The newly exposed archdevil grasped Dante's wrist dragging the tiefling closer.
The tiefling screamed, but not from the pain of the archdevil's grasp. The voices in his head reached a new peak, shrieking, laughing, whisphering, tempting him with dark deeds. Dante's mind reeled and the barriers he had built around his demons bagan to crumble.
Yami lunged at the archdevil who, pulling Dante along with him, dodged the blow. With a florish Baalzebul drew his own weapon, with was now a long serrated blade, stained with blood that could never be washed off and radiating an incredible dark arua of evil.
The added presence of the blade drove the young plane-touched beserk. Drawing his dagger from his belt he plunged it into the archdevil's wrist.
Baalzebul roared like a rouge bull as his hand spasmed open and Dante fled into the trees, trying desperatly to control his demonic blood.
Marwolaeth darted in and buried itself up to the hilt in the archdevil's stomach, following by a dagger weilded in Yami's left hand.
Growling Baalzebul flung the alabastar elf away from him, removing the weapons in the process. Throwing two massive balls of force magic in the elf's general direction he growled as he saw Yami charge out of the smoke,
"Mark my words! I will return for the plane-touched and when I do..." Baalzebul's sentence trailed off into manical laughter and the archdevil vanished with a burst of crimson flame and the reek of brimstone.
Yami halted and seathed her weapon. Turning, she headed back to the church.
Dante had taken refuge behind the altar, at the feet of Corellon Larethian. His hands were pressed to his ears and he was rocking back and forth, his breath coming in little sobs. Diahryn, returned from the forest, was standing beside him, warhammer in hand,
"I don't know what happen Yami. One mintue I was enjoying my meal and the next he just bursts out of the bushes and hids here. What's going on?"
"I don't know Diahryn... I don't know..."
Diahryn straightened,
"What really puzzles me Lady is where these came from." He gestured to Dante's back and as Yami leant in to look she gasped.
When Yami heared hoofbeats entering the courtyard the next day she kept a hand on Marwolaeth's hilt as she went to investigate.
She reconized the blue-black stallion and the black-cloaked rider however. Asgwrn Shadowblade lowered his hood and stared at the massive craters the forces magic had left behind.
"Did I miss something?" He dismounted and passed his horse to a servant.
"Welcome back. Did you get your herb?"
Asgwrn held up a silver vial before slipping it back into one of the numerous pockets in his midnight blue robes,
"You're avoiding the question... That's unlike you, Yami..."
The alabastar elf shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. Her archmage held her gently,
"Are you all right? Did something happen to you or Dante?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you Asgwrn. But come... you need to see Dante."