The Knight strode down a flight of stairs, admiring the webbing that covered the walls as he slowly made his way to the bottom. He walked through a large room, passing a gigantic circular panel which operated as an elevator. Kirk couldn't help but look up to the Bell of Awakening above him, revealed by a carved hole in the ceiling of the cavern. He moved along the sides of the room, feeling the walls with his hands until he came upon a certain point.
Kirk unsheathed his Barbed Straight Sword and slashed away at the "wall". The illusion faded, and what was left was a passage that lead into a smaller room, guarded by the ever-familiar Eingyi. This abomination covered in spider eggs was once an ordinary man, a resident of the town above Izalith. Well… before the Blight Plague struck.
"You again… How much did you bring this time?" muttered the broken man as he moved aside for the knight, who just passed by the poor creature… leaving him to lay in his own silence.
Kirk approached a figure who seemed attached to the webbed wall. It was a woman with the torso of a spider. The lower half of her body was dyeing, the eggs on the walls around her had stopped moving, and she was as pale as snow. The demon raised her head and as the knight slowly approached her, she let out a cough, managing to cover her mouth as to not accidently get any blood on her guest.
The knight frowned as he saw the woman he loved slowly die in front of his eyes. He held out both of his hands as ninety-nine sprites of humanity burst forth, flying throughout the room. The amount of emotion that these small beings carried was out-standing. Happiness, joy, and of course love, could be felt by The Fair Lady as the sprites fed themselves into her. For a while she looked healthy, and much more beautiful than before. Kirk was sure that at any moment she would open her eyes and see her savior for the first time.
"Ohh… Thank you, Quelaag." she managed to say before she coughed again, this time blood ran down her lips and she grew paler than ever. She crossed her arms as if she was cold and she began to shiver.
The knight's legs gave out and his eyes felt heavy, he had failed… again. Tears began to trail down his face as he fell to his knees, sobbing. He reached for his face but pricked himself with his spiky helmet. He slammed his fist against the floor in rage before letting out a desperate scream.
The Fair Lady would not be cured of the Blight this day… nor any day after.
"Quelaag? Please, sister, do not cry."
Happy Valentine's Day. :)