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Dante's eyes widened and he pressed himself against the altar, shaking his head in denial.
"It is time to come with me, Dante," Baazelbul's voice was perfectly clear, even over the roar of the voices in Dante's ears.
When Dante still wouldn't move Baazelbul bared his pointed fangs,
"Fine! Let us make a new offer then shall we Dante? You come with me and I spare her life." He twisted the bone spur. Yami's iron will broke down and she threw back her head and screamed.
Dante stood shakily and looked at his mother,
"I'm sorry..." he could barely hear himself over the voices now.
He strode over to the archdevil,
"I'll go... release her!"
Baazelbul withdrew the spur. Yami tumbled limply to the ground, blood staining her clothing. Even as Dante watched though she tried to pull herself up from the dirt. Baazelbul clasped Dante's arm and, as Yami looked on, both vanished.
She growled and tried to crawl to Asgwrn's side, every movement elicting fresh pain. The world faded away from before her eyes.
When Yami woke up she was inside again, lying on the fresh white sheets of the infrimary beds. She could feel the thick padding wrapped around her stomach and she wore only her tunic.
She tried to sit up.
Pain snarled at her, but she managed to get to her feet and stand. The room spun around Yami and she gripped the head board for support.
In the next bed was Asgwrn. For one heart-stopping moment Yami though he was dead, before she saw that he was still breathing. His head was bandaged and the few black strands of hair that had escaped from the folds of the material were encrusted with blood.
"Lady Shadowblade!" She turned to see Diahryn hurry into the infirmary from the adjecent room, "You... you must not get up yet! You recieved a very serious wound and..."
"Where are my clothes?"
"But... Lady..."
"I like you Diahryn... I don't want to hurt you. Now, where are my clothes?"
The cleric trailed off. The Shadowblade was holding her katana, even in her unconious state he'd been unable to remove it from her hands,
"I'll get you some fresh garments, shall I?"
It was only when Diahryn had gone that Yami allowed herself to cry.
Dante's eyes widened and he pressed himself against the altar, shaking his head in denial.
"It is time to come with me, Dante," Baazelbul's voice was perfectly clear, even over the roar of the voices in Dante's ears.
When Dante still wouldn't move Baazelbul bared his pointed fangs,
"Fine! Let us make a new offer then shall we Dante? You come with me and I spare her life." He twisted the bone spur. Yami's iron will broke down and she threw back her head and screamed.
Dante stood shakily and looked at his mother,
"I'm sorry..." he could barely hear himself over the voices now.
He strode over to the archdevil,
"I'll go... release her!"
Baazelbul withdrew the spur. Yami tumbled limply to the ground, blood staining her clothing. Even as Dante watched though she tried to pull herself up from the dirt. Baazelbul clasped Dante's arm and, as Yami looked on, both vanished.
She growled and tried to crawl to Asgwrn's side, every movement elicting fresh pain. The world faded away from before her eyes.
When Yami woke up she was inside again, lying on the fresh white sheets of the infrimary beds. She could feel the thick padding wrapped around her stomach and she wore only her tunic.
She tried to sit up.
Pain snarled at her, but she managed to get to her feet and stand. The room spun around Yami and she gripped the head board for support.
In the next bed was Asgwrn. For one heart-stopping moment Yami though he was dead, before she saw that he was still breathing. His head was bandaged and the few black strands of hair that had escaped from the folds of the material were encrusted with blood.
"Lady Shadowblade!" She turned to see Diahryn hurry into the infirmary from the adjecent room, "You... you must not get up yet! You recieved a very serious wound and..."
"Where are my clothes?"
"But... Lady..."
"I like you Diahryn... I don't want to hurt you. Now, where are my clothes?"
The cleric trailed off. The Shadowblade was holding her katana, even in her unconious state he'd been unable to remove it from her hands,
"I'll get you some fresh garments, shall I?"
It was only when Diahryn had gone that Yami allowed herself to cry.