Had enough adventure yet? Well, if yes, . . . TOO DAMN BAD! Because here
comes the next chapter; overflowing with fights, epic violence and pure
Diablo action! Get ready, sit down, and refasten those seatbelts, cause
this'll be one of the most action-packed chapters in the whole dang show!!!
P.S., thanks for the reviews and keeping me motivated!
-J. Diabolico-
Concentrating hard, Durag the Necromancer eyed the mage spirit with scorn. The man it had once been had been a powerful, dark magician indeed, his own master from the early days of training; but his once meaning face was now twisted and full of forced hate as the Sorceress bent his returned spirit to her evil will. His master had died, but his corpse had apparently been ungaurded, and she had found it and summoned forth his forbidden powers for her hideous cause. Slowly the Necromancer circled the mage, amassing gradually for a sudden strike that would soon be ready. . .
"Stop your stalling and come at me!" bellowed the enchante voice, "Be not fearful of your death, yet embrace it; being at the hands of your own master!" it taunted. The Sorcerer gritted his teeth in rage.
"Faquarar, O' Elbere ni atu k' Sin Janga!" he cried explosivly, throwing forward his hands and releasing the summoned spirit he had been stregnthening. The ghost shot forth but then stopped, and hovered there, terrifying and transparently white in the dark night air. It was a wild and violent soul, trapped untill now in the unrelenting fires of hell in constant torment; if it could have attacked the Necromancer, it would have, but the summoning hex he had put on it was strong and held. He was invisible to it, as was Bometh, still firing away beneath the low storm clouds in the afternoon dusk.
The demons screeched harshly and scittered away from the pale, eerie light emitting from the tortured and malignant spirit. They were not invisible. Neither was the lingering dark mage, and the Sorceress hesitated, not knowing what this new threat was as it surveyed the scene quickly, all these events taking place in a matter of seconds, the being charged suddenly and ferociously into the shadowy midst of the mage's body, screaming murderously in it's fury. The Necromancer smiled, and drew his kris. . .
Damathodor meanwhile, was just making his way towards the second courtyard gates when the heavy wooden barrier doors slammed closed in front of him, halting his chase of te Demon Lord.
"What magic is this?" he whispered to himself in confusion, and, drawing up his sword to break a hole into the thick wood, he heard a voice behind him boom out impressivly in the light, drizzling rain.
"Brave Paladin; Damathodor, son of Borgoth of the Western sheild!" said the voice. Damathodor turned quickly and saw, much to his suprise, a man, cloaked head to toe in a tattered brown robe and a shadowy hood. A townsman, trapped here by the demons? He thought, frowning at the man's recognition of him. He had never been to York before. . .
"Stay your blade from fighting my power, Paladin." Commanded the voice in a detached and humming tone. "You are destined to meet me here, and so receive the commands of the almighty whom all good things eminate."
"The Angel Gabriel. . ." whispered the Knight then, and surely the cloak hovered off the ground, and swayed in the falling rain. Heaven sent, this mighty sage had travelled forth from the gleaing gates of the eternal heaven to address the young man thusly;
"Observant, you are, brave Knight; the Angel Gabriel I am, returned here to your physical realm to deliver the fate and love of the true lord of heaven; You are destined to destroy the Lord of Terror once more!"
"Oh, dearest of sages, the Lord of Terror I seek, for the heavens have called me to do their bidding, and faithfully I have obeyed!" cried the Knight in a wavering tone. Surely he was blessed.
"Have high heart, mortal, for long has this time been in coming; the Sorceress in the high tower awaits your comrade, and the Lord of Terror she seeks to summon from the pits of hell on ths eve, if none shall come to stop her." The Angelic prescence told him, "The Lord of Vileness, Urakk Hurunar await you, and you chase him; many lives of men has he plagued this earth, preying upon the lives of the good and spilling the blood of the innocent to feed the cause of his evil lord, Diablo. On this eve he shall fall; for the blade of Athos shall serve you well and his reign of hate shall duly end. Be quick, though, for he holds within his evil folds the key to the chamber of the darkest one; and upon vanquishing this foe, turn your thoughts and feet to the dungeons of the disgraced cathedral and fly; for there, in the bowels of the proud church, lies the entrance to Diablo's hellish refuge, and the place where you must stop his latest attempt to return to this world!"
The Knight bowed even lower and his body glowed with heavenly blessing as the Angel made quickly the sign of the preists over his shoulders and the doors flew open. Streagnth flowed quickly back into the arms of the Paladin, and this holy cause ignited the most honored of feelings in him. Upon looking up, the Angel Gabriel had dissappeared, and the quest stood now before him. He raced headlong through to the second courtyard and up to the very doors of the unholy cathedral.
The dark mage screamed in dual agony; the ghost was tearing away at the reanimated corpse, and extinguishing the Sorceress' nasty power; the spectral hold she held upon the mage was also a binding of pain; and the ghost travelled quickly through this and exploded brightly into her dispicable lair. The mage spirit collapsed in unuse, and the demons scattered in horror from the kris of the avenging Durag, who slew them in great numbers as they retreated.
-J. Diabolico-
Concentrating hard, Durag the Necromancer eyed the mage spirit with scorn. The man it had once been had been a powerful, dark magician indeed, his own master from the early days of training; but his once meaning face was now twisted and full of forced hate as the Sorceress bent his returned spirit to her evil will. His master had died, but his corpse had apparently been ungaurded, and she had found it and summoned forth his forbidden powers for her hideous cause. Slowly the Necromancer circled the mage, amassing gradually for a sudden strike that would soon be ready. . .
"Stop your stalling and come at me!" bellowed the enchante voice, "Be not fearful of your death, yet embrace it; being at the hands of your own master!" it taunted. The Sorcerer gritted his teeth in rage.
"Faquarar, O' Elbere ni atu k' Sin Janga!" he cried explosivly, throwing forward his hands and releasing the summoned spirit he had been stregnthening. The ghost shot forth but then stopped, and hovered there, terrifying and transparently white in the dark night air. It was a wild and violent soul, trapped untill now in the unrelenting fires of hell in constant torment; if it could have attacked the Necromancer, it would have, but the summoning hex he had put on it was strong and held. He was invisible to it, as was Bometh, still firing away beneath the low storm clouds in the afternoon dusk.
The demons screeched harshly and scittered away from the pale, eerie light emitting from the tortured and malignant spirit. They were not invisible. Neither was the lingering dark mage, and the Sorceress hesitated, not knowing what this new threat was as it surveyed the scene quickly, all these events taking place in a matter of seconds, the being charged suddenly and ferociously into the shadowy midst of the mage's body, screaming murderously in it's fury. The Necromancer smiled, and drew his kris. . .
Damathodor meanwhile, was just making his way towards the second courtyard gates when the heavy wooden barrier doors slammed closed in front of him, halting his chase of te Demon Lord.
"What magic is this?" he whispered to himself in confusion, and, drawing up his sword to break a hole into the thick wood, he heard a voice behind him boom out impressivly in the light, drizzling rain.
"Brave Paladin; Damathodor, son of Borgoth of the Western sheild!" said the voice. Damathodor turned quickly and saw, much to his suprise, a man, cloaked head to toe in a tattered brown robe and a shadowy hood. A townsman, trapped here by the demons? He thought, frowning at the man's recognition of him. He had never been to York before. . .
"Stay your blade from fighting my power, Paladin." Commanded the voice in a detached and humming tone. "You are destined to meet me here, and so receive the commands of the almighty whom all good things eminate."
"The Angel Gabriel. . ." whispered the Knight then, and surely the cloak hovered off the ground, and swayed in the falling rain. Heaven sent, this mighty sage had travelled forth from the gleaing gates of the eternal heaven to address the young man thusly;
"Observant, you are, brave Knight; the Angel Gabriel I am, returned here to your physical realm to deliver the fate and love of the true lord of heaven; You are destined to destroy the Lord of Terror once more!"
"Oh, dearest of sages, the Lord of Terror I seek, for the heavens have called me to do their bidding, and faithfully I have obeyed!" cried the Knight in a wavering tone. Surely he was blessed.
"Have high heart, mortal, for long has this time been in coming; the Sorceress in the high tower awaits your comrade, and the Lord of Terror she seeks to summon from the pits of hell on ths eve, if none shall come to stop her." The Angelic prescence told him, "The Lord of Vileness, Urakk Hurunar await you, and you chase him; many lives of men has he plagued this earth, preying upon the lives of the good and spilling the blood of the innocent to feed the cause of his evil lord, Diablo. On this eve he shall fall; for the blade of Athos shall serve you well and his reign of hate shall duly end. Be quick, though, for he holds within his evil folds the key to the chamber of the darkest one; and upon vanquishing this foe, turn your thoughts and feet to the dungeons of the disgraced cathedral and fly; for there, in the bowels of the proud church, lies the entrance to Diablo's hellish refuge, and the place where you must stop his latest attempt to return to this world!"
The Knight bowed even lower and his body glowed with heavenly blessing as the Angel made quickly the sign of the preists over his shoulders and the doors flew open. Streagnth flowed quickly back into the arms of the Paladin, and this holy cause ignited the most honored of feelings in him. Upon looking up, the Angel Gabriel had dissappeared, and the quest stood now before him. He raced headlong through to the second courtyard and up to the very doors of the unholy cathedral.
The dark mage screamed in dual agony; the ghost was tearing away at the reanimated corpse, and extinguishing the Sorceress' nasty power; the spectral hold she held upon the mage was also a binding of pain; and the ghost travelled quickly through this and exploded brightly into her dispicable lair. The mage spirit collapsed in unuse, and the demons scattered in horror from the kris of the avenging Durag, who slew them in great numbers as they retreated.