This file was marked June of 2005 and I wrote it down just as a bored scribble. I did not revise it all, just typed it as it was in my notebook. (It looked a lot better and a lot longer written out.) My poor creative spirit doesn't want to do anything new.
Raziel drove the point of his sword into the floor and used it to lever himself up. Never had his armor felt so heavy.
The battle with this demonic creature seemed to last for hours. Somehow it had stolen the sword that Dumah had taken from Janos Audron.
Raziel used both hands to brace his sword against the monster's blows. A lifetime of fighting vampires had hardened his muscles, but still every shock traveled through his arms and wracked his shoulders.
A lucky swing connected with Raziel's armor and knocked the wind out of him. He leaned on his sword, gasping for air and wondering what that creature was waiting for.
The creature's sword ripped through Raziel's gut. The burning pain quickly dulled into a vague tingling. Raziel choked in shock.
He stared into the creature's twisted face. With cold finality, Raziel knew that his lifetime's servitude to god did not matter. As Raziel's vision grew dark, he suddenly new that he would go to the same hell that spawned this creature.