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Rhuthr charged throught thin air, his powerful legs working frantically beneath him. On his back Yami gripped Marwolaeth tightly, her other hand clutching a throwing knife. Her hair and cloak flowed out behind them like a white-and-grey banner, leaving her vivid eyes bright against her alabastar skin.
Her mouth was set in a grim line, her task clear before her,
Are you ready Rhuthr?
Yes.
Ahead of the pair Baalzebul was snarling, shaking off the effects of Asgwrn's spell. His eyes flared brightly and he bellowed, the impression of an eneraged dragon strengthened by his bared fangs. New injuries had appeared across his pale skin, shedding more and more demonic blood.
Yami hoped to shed some more.
Asgwrn checked that he had everything that he would need. His components were laid out neatly in front of him. Thick, magical ropes were coiled about his slim waist to attach themselves to several sturdy trees.
He was ready... for the most difficult spell he'd ever had to cast and one that he had hoped he'd never need. But he must use it now to protect his beloved family... Dante and Yami were everything to him. Crimson, the dragoness who had given her life to bring back his son, would also be avenged.
"Corellon... please let this work," the elven archmage lifted his head to the sky, "Please."
Before he started to work his magic he felt for the wedding ring on the chain around his neck. He thought of the indentical one that hung from Yami's neck and the attention he'd lavished on the creation on both. He removed it from the chain and slid it onto his finger. Bringing the metal to his lips Asgwrn kissed the ring before he began to chant.
The devil's sword hissed as Baalzebul slashed wildly at the Shadowblade and her mount. Rhuthr dropped like a stone to avoid the blade and Yami's lighter weapon whipped out to cut the archdevil's legs.
Howling Baalzebul seized Yami's sword arm and pulled her up to face him,
"I'll gut you, little fighter! Scream!"
The alabastar elf did not scream. Instead she drove the toe of her boot into the archdevil's crotch, causing the devil to bend double. The warrior followed it through by driving the knife in her left hand into the Lord of the Seventh's side.
Baalzebul howled again, this time from pain not anger and let her go.
Yami kept her grip on Marwolaeth as she fell. Her hair streamed upwards, obscuring her view of the archdevil.
Abruptly she landed not on the ground as she expected, but on softer, shadowy flesh.
Mistress, are you all right? Rhuthr glided down towards the ground, landing almost daintly.
I am fine, Yami looked around, the sky was absent of archdevils, Rhuthr where is Baalzebul?
Before Rhuthr could reply the monster in question lept from the shadows, a roar escaping from his throat as he brought his blade down in a mighty strike. Marwolaeth caught and repelled the blade before opening up Baalzebul's chest.
Out of the blue a howling noise began, coming from the other side of the clearing. The trio looked across to see a gleaming, blood-red portal, malevolent energy escaped it as an almost palable force. It was Asgwrn's spell- a portal into the very Hells.