Warcraft Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodstained Shadows - Chronicles of a Lost Soul ❯ Memories of the Twilight - Chapter 5 ( Chapter 21 )

Chapter 5:

 

 

When I first met Kaal Soulreaper it was quite difficult for me to stay calm. After all it was the first time I met an orc.

I wouldn't have expected that an orc would be the leader of the warlock guild of Undercity, the domain of the Forsaken. Although I assumed that his physical strength was at a minimum, for an orc that is, his muscles were impressive. His robe was as red as blood with a few parts around the chest that were toned pitch black. The two other warlocks next to him were also wearing a similar vestment. I presumed that this was some sort of uniform for them. Kaal was the only one who wore shoulder pads, both of them showed a large demonic skull with four horns. In his giant green fist he clutched a wooden staff with a human skull on top of it. Below the skull there were a total of four spikes that seemed as sharp as razors if you had the chance to look at them closer. The staff itself was rather short, I guess you could use it as a mace too if you had to. How suiting that was for an orc.

The first time we met he was quite impressed by the strength I already had achieved. Yet he told me instantly that this would be worth nothing as long as I had only an imp under my control. The true power of a warlock is measured by the number of demons he has under his control. Most warlocks tend to have different ones, four is the magic number. Some who study the demonic arts intensely can even summon a fifth one. But there are of course a few ones that can summon six or even seven different creatures from the twisted nether. Everyone who was able to go even further, had died so far. Soulreaper also said that he would assist me in obtaining these three demons, but everything I tried or did to get further was none of his responsibility. I liked the sound of that.

Some warlocks on the other hand focussed on being able to summon lots and lots of demons from the same type, imps for example. Kaal told me that would be the easiest. A few warlocks had a legion of imps under their service, some of them were even capable of summoning more than one at the same time. A sole imp may not be a fearsome opponent, but 30 of these little creatures at once are able let a rain of fire go down on you that you will never forget.

The three demons I still had to acquire were a voidwalker, a succubus and a felhunter. When I was able to summon all four 'basic demons', I would lose the status of an apprentice and be a fully trained warlock. He also hinted that I would receive a robe from the warlocks' guild afterwards. He didn't try to describe it for he assured me it would be far more fun if you didn't spoil the surprise of how they looked. I guessed you had to be a bit mad if you wanted to become a warlock after all, such an answer was the last thing I would have expected from an orc.

In my case summoning the voidwalker would be easiest. Kaal told me that the Scarlet Crusade had a small outpost at a tower directly to the north-west of the Undercity. A warlock named Egalin was the first one to ever summon a voidwalker without the aid of somebody else. The way he managed to do this was written down in a book, which was stored in Undercity. Yet it was stolen by an agent of the Scarlet Crusade only a few days ago. They took it to their outpost there, unfortunately the scouts of the Forsaken weren't able to find out anything further.

If I was able to recover the book, Kaal would personally teach me how to summon such a creature. I agreed to his proposal and went off.

As I left the city through the ruins of Lordaeron, the imp by my side was happily squeaking. “Once maaaaster haaaas aaaaa new pet, maaaaster will give Pipfip time off. Pipfip will not haaaave to waaaalk aaaalong with useless undead aaaany more.”

I gave him an angry look, but the imp didn't think of stopping. I guessed I could enslave them, but I couldn't stop them from talking.

The tower wasn't far, although it was more of a ruin. Yet I already saw the scarlet sets of armour from far away. Something was tingling in my fingers. I think that was the first time I felt it, the urge to kill, although I couldn't name it at that time.

There weren't too many people at the tower. Two guards at the entrance and a total of three people roaming the area, I guessed that there were a few more inside the structure.

I approached the ruins directly without seeking cover or trying to avoid a fight. I wanted to see what these spells Kaal taught me earlier were capable of.

The first guard saw me. A young blond woman wielding a sword and a shield. “Filthy undead! DIE, minion of the Scourge!”, screaming this she came charging towards me. I simply walked on, I knew I would be discovered soon enough. This shout of her would have alarmed the others and the screams she was about to let out would set the others out chasing me. But I wouldn't run, I wanted to taste blood. My imp wanted to attack her, but I ordered him to stay calm. Although I never let the little demon attack, he still was a strong companion. His presence enhanced my stamina and magical power.

As the woman almost had reached melee, range she raised her sword ready to strike. I whispered a formula in demonic that I had learned when I was still in Deathknell and the woman stopped in her tracks. She screamed in agony letting her sword fall to the ground. She lay there on the ground twisting in pain. She spat out blood once or twice. The curse already inflicted real physical damage, a sign of my strength. I wonder what I would be capable of using `Shadow word: Pain', but I was a warlock now, thinking about that was useless. I focussed again on the situation and looked around. The two guards at the entrance of the tower were still standing there, but with their weapons drawn. The two other soldiers were still searching for me, looking wildly around the area.

The woman lying next to my feet was screaming again. I didn't want to finish her off. The other two still had to find me. I didn't know why, but a smile came to my rotten lips.

One of the two other warriors finally spotted me. Okay, I have to admit, it wasn't fair. I stood behind the trunk of a tree and the female soldier had fallen behind it so you couldn't see her at all.

I sent a shadow bolt flying at the one who had spotted me. I can't exactly recall where it had hit him, but I remember that he flew backwards and all you heard of him was a gargling. Finally the last one saw where I was standing, not that this would have been too difficult, my hands were glowing in a strong and dark violet. The woman besides me was still wincing in pain. I didn't know if she would die or if the effect would wear off after some time. But well, who knows what happened except for her?

The second jet of shadow magic flew to the other guard. Seemingly unable to miss its target, it whirled around once and then hit the guard in the shoulder. It pierced right through the body, letting the guard fly backwards, his blood being spread widely. One of them was dead for sure, two more lying on the ground in agony.

Was this really the Scarlet Crusade I had admired for so long during the time when I was alive?

Then the time came to test the first fire spell I had learned. Kaal called it 'immolate'. Basically you use the normal heat around something and enhance the temperature by infusing magic. If you do well, this spell will set your opponent on fire without you having to either touch him or generate flames on your own. Actually this spell is rather easy, although it sounds hard.

I slowly approached the tower, the guards attacked me together knowing that this should increase their chance of succeeding. Fools.

Casting immolate only takes a few seconds. The first of the two guards was set on fire before he even had fully left the ruins. The second guard became another victim of my curse of agony.

I looked around one more time. Three guards were lying on the ground screaming in pain, one guard was definitely dead and the fifth one was running off in search of water. I don't know what happened to him in the end.

I walked up the slope to the tower and entered the ruins.

“Who dares to enter the realm of Captain Narval?”, he looked at me. “Foul minion of the Scourge! I shall bring rest to your unholy existence and avenge my men!”

A lot of big words. I spotted a chest at the back of the circular room. It was underneath a destroyed staircase. As I looked up I could see the clear sky over Tirisfal.

I didn't pay much attention to the man standing over by the side. He didn't move an inch for a while. I suppose he had hoped to scare me away by saying those words. With the first step he took, I looked over towards him.

I knew this man.

Yet we were on different sides now. I spoke a short cast and lay a spell on him called corruption. It activates the shadow energies flowing through the target. The stronger the spell and the stronger the shadow energy in the target, the greater is the effect. I didn't put too much effort into it, so the spell wasn't too effective because he was only a mere warrior. Yet I had hoped for a bit more because he was member of the Scarlet Crusade. The spell causes a painful stinging and itching underneath the skin, so usually people with a strong will are able to just simply ignore the effects. But somebody with a less persistent mind will start to focus on that and he will start scratching him or herself.

Usually the targets will do the greatest damage to themselves by themselves. Captain Narval was no exception to this, as the spell was applied to him, he stopped immediately and started scratching himself everywhere. The pain this spell creates grows stronger and stronger, although this is mostly because of the victims scratching off their own skin.

"What is this? What have you done to me?", the first few layers of skin were already scraped off his arm, bare flesh clearly visible. Blood was running down from the wounds dripping to the floor.

His death was drawing closer and closer due to his lack of spirit and will power.

How ironic.

I opened the chest and took the book out of it. Without looking backwards I left the destroyed tower and headed for the front entrance of the Undercity, the grimoire in my hands, the screams of the tormented following me for quite a while.

I opened the book and to my surprise all of it was written in demonic. I tried to read a few sentences but after the second one I already stopped. This language was strange. One who does not comprehend it will be hurt when reading it.

`X amir maev shi azgalanda il lok zenn.'

The imp next to me squealed happily as I read those words out loud. Somehow the world around me started to grow colder than usual, but I didn't give too much on that. I only understood minor parts of the text in the book.

As I walked on I skipped to another random page of the folio which showed a strange kind of circle with various instructions added around the image.

I reached the Undercity only a few minutes later. Using these elevators behind the thrown room... I still had to get used to that.

In Undercity it took a while for me to find the way to the mage quarter again, although the city seemed to be almost perfectly symmetrical, you lost orientation pretty quickly. In the end I had to ask someone for help before I had found the right way.

Back in the mage quarters in the Temple of the Damned, as it was called, I handed the book over to Kaal Soulreaper. He was impressed how quick I was in returning it. He asked me whether I had any problems getting it. “Nothing mentionable...”, I replied briefly with a cold voice.

“Follow me, warlock apprentice and face a creature from the void, soon to become your follower.”

We left the building and turned left. A single Forsaken was already awaiting us.

“We have several copies of how to make such a summoning circle, yet the ritual itself is only written down in this book.”, the orc thought for a moment. “Alright, there is another copy in Orgrimmar. Yet it was vital to recover this grimoire from the Scarlet Crusade.”

The circle was shining in a bright violet toning.

“I will now conduct the summoning, be prepared. As soon as the demon arrives in this world, it will start to attack. It feeds on shadows and feels hardly any pain so be sure to have a strategy for defeating it.” He told me that just a moment before the summoning took place. That bastard!

My imp was jumping around as Kaal repeated the words I had already said out loud on my way here.

`X amir maev shi azgalanda il lok zenn.'

He went on with seemingly similar sentences.

Inside the circle a blue cloud was appearing. It looked as if the shadows were gathering at that particular point. Dark blue arms came reaching out of the darkness. As soon as the head emerged, violet bracers with a golden lining appeared at the wrists of the demon. Its eyes were emitting a white light. The rest of the gathered shadows then formed the bulky body of the creature. Its shape was in constant motion.

“Kar refir xi revola no?”, the voice sounded hollow. It was extremely dark. The presence of the demon was chilling the air around us.

It looked around, Kaal directed it to me with some kind of magic.

I sent a shadow bolt at the demon, it hit the creature directly in the dark blue chest. Yet the reaction was not the way I had hoped it would be. The shadow energy was absorbed completely, the voidwalker turned darker and grew in size. I made a few steps backwards, the demon obviously taking its time.

Shadow magic was no use, I had to fight with fire.

For the very first time I ordered Pipfip to attack something. Happily he jumped up and down. The first fire bolt flew towards the creature of the void only a moment later. It had not too much of effect on the voidwalker, but it was better than blowing it up even more making it stronger and stronger.

I set my immolate on it and backed up a bit further. It slowed down a bit more. It was definitely not the fastest demon in this world.

In fact, when I look back on it now, I could say that this was one of the most boring fights I've ever had. I just kept backing off from the creature and used the immolate spell Kaal had taught me.

Eventually the demon stopped and somehow fell down, if shadows can fall over that is. I ordered my imp to seize fire.

I came closer again, but didn't let my guard down. As I stood over the creature I demanded to know its name. In response it uttered something that sounded like `Belmon'.

I dismissed him from this world and he gladly returned to the twisted nether. Kaal came up to me and complimented me on making such great progress so fast. He even said that I would already be ready for acquiring a third demon, the seductive succubus. He said that the leader of the mage guild, a banshee named Kaelystia, would be able to help me with my task. But before he sent me off, he explained two new spells to me. He meant I would be ready for them now.

The circle for summoning a succubus is rather easily done, his acolytes will start preparing one immediately. But a succubus is not summoned so simply like other demons, they only come to this world if you either offer something to them or if you lure them to this realm.

After entering the Temple of the Damned Kaal pointed towards a staircase. If I followed the steps up and outside, I would meet Kaelystia. Not questioning what he said I did as I was told.

It turned out that the temple had a upper level outside the building itself.

I followed the way around half of the building. I already saw the banshee after only a few steps outside.

She was still very much looking like an elf, yet her appearance was ghostly, her body almost completely white and transparent. As I spoke to her, she responded rather friendly in a high pitched voice. The sound of it almost hurt my ears. She pointed out that her scholar would be able to aid me with my problem. She told me his name and that he would probably be on the other side of the moat trying to improve his skills in tailoring magical cloth.

I love being send around all the time...

Fortunately I found a staircase leading down on the outside so I wouldn't have to go through the inside of the temple again. I crossed the moat fast passed. The imp by my side started complaining again, why I was still forcing him to walk around with me when the blue cold thingy would surely be a far greater help than his presence. I ignored everything the imp said and just walked on, luckily a demon is bound to its master so he has to follow, no matter what happens.

After I found the local tailor, I actually also found the scholar. He was a bit surprised that his mistress told me to search for him, but then again he told me that he was involved with warlock invocations ever since he became a Forsaken. We left the tailor's store because our further discussion should not be suitable for their ears. You don't have to spread rumours about how to summon different demons to people if you can avoid it.

“Well, we have nothing we can offer to a succubus so I guess we have to lure her into this world.”, those were his first words concerning my problem.

He told me that a succubus sometimes responds if you offer her something she looks at as fun. This could, for example, be a living person, or to be more precise the body of a living person that she can have her way with.

“To lure her into this world we have to make use of the fact that succubi are attracted to people who are pure and naive. Men of honour and goodness. Luckily for us, those people don't have to be alive anymore. So it will be easier for you to obtain what we need.” We crossed the moat over the bridge.

On the other side he told me what I would need.

“The hearts of two people, two certain people. And I know exactly who would be appropriate for your needs.”, the undead smiled at me. “The name of the first one is called Dalin Forgewright. He supports the refugees of Lordaeron at the Greymane Wall in the south of the Silverpine Forest. The other is a man named Comar Villard. He lost his wife in the wetlands to the south of the Arathi Highlands. He still wanders that area in hope of finding her. What a fool.”, the Forsaken chuckled.

“Now, please excuse me, I still have unfinished business to turn my attention to.”

He granted me farewell and I responded accordingly. I assumed the biggest part of this task should be all the travelling. But I guess the true horror lay deep within the imp that would accompany me on my way. On the other hand I could have just dismissed him sooner or later, if I think of it, he would have been glad about it too.

I gathered some more supplies in Undercity. It's a great feature of the curse of undeath that you don't have to sleep anymore... but I assumed it would be actually a good idea to send my imp resting for once.

The demon squeaked happily the moment I dismissed him.

Then I summoned my voidwalker. I wondered how it would be travelling with him.

“I hate this place...”, the deep voice grunted the moment he stepped out of the portal next to me.

Oh great...

As I walked through the centre of Undercity, I saw something that looked like an enclosure with giant bats. I walked directly up to the Forsaken standing in front of it. Before I could ask any question, he already told me that the bat-travel-service out of Undercity was currently out of order because many of the animals were sick. Damn it, this would have sped it up a lot.

So I had to leave Undercity on the usual way and made my way to the west following the road. It should turn to the south soon enough. I guessed this would take a few days. I got a map from a cartographer in Undercity showing where I had to go to. That was quite some way.

It took me over half a day to get to the southern end of the Silverpine Forest. I started my journey in the early afternoon, and it already was way past midnight when I first saw the Greymane Wall in front of me.

The Silverpine Forest itself was about as densely packed with trees as the woods in Tirisfal. The biggest difference between them was that Silverpine was swarming with wolves and bears of seemingly every possible size. At one time I even thought I had seen one of them walk on two instead of four legs. But the animal had disappeared before I could get any closer and to be honest, that didn't matter to me that much at that time.

To my surprise hardly anyone was standing guard at the camp of the refugees. The Greymane Wall was a lot bigger than I had ever imagined. Those people from Gilneas really wanted to make sure nobody would ever trespass into their lands. I raised an eyebrow whilst thinking this.

Now how should I find that Forgewright person?

The dark blue entity called a voidwalker next to me wobbled as we drew nearer to the camp. Directly in front of me, only about five metres away, a campfire was set up with three guards around it. Those were all humans that were awake at that time.

Although I was here to kill only one person, I felt this itching in my hands again. Somehow I had liked the skirmish that had taken place when I was fetching the grimoire from the Scarlet Crusade, although they were hardly a match for me.

My biggest problem was that I did not know any spell at that time that was able to take care of a lot of enemies. This made things difficult. I thought for a while, but it was no use, I had to go with a diversion tactic.

The fact that it was a rather dark and cloudy night was to my advantage. I ordered my voidwalker so suck up as much shadow as he could. Slowly he grew and grew upon feeding from the darkness around us. I wondered if a creature like this was able to explode due to too much eating.

After the voidwalker had about doubled his size, I ordered him to stop, not that he would become stronger than me. At that time I still wasn't able to assess how strong my demons were and which tasks suited them best. If I think of the situation back then now, I would say sending the voidwalker in there after letting him feed on the shadows was a great idea.

As I gave the command, my voidwalker rushed to the guards at the campfire. Alright, he wasn't that fast, but for his means he rushed in there. The blue bulk hit the first warrior off guard on the back of his head so that he fell over, sadly enough only next to the fire and not into it.

The other guards jumped to their feet and yelled, “DEMON! ... TO ARMS!”

Meanwhile my voidwalker was in the position to touch the second guard. The moment the hand of the demon reached the arm of the warrior, the man fell to the floor uttering. It sounded like `So... cold... help...'. I guess it was good that I never touched that demon before.

By now voices arose from the tents near the wall. “Protect the women and children! Attack the vile creature with everything you have!”

I still lay low and watched the situation. Out of a tent to the far right of the camp a man came out shouting “What is going here?”

The guards responded without a moment of hesitation, “Forgewright! A demon by the campfire! Quick! To arms!”

“A demon?”, he asked before turning around.

“Found him...”, I mumbled to myself.

He disappeared in his tent again, I assumed he was getting his armour and weapons.

My voidwalker had all the attention from the guards so I could hurry to the tent where this Forgewright guy seemingly was.

With a quick immolate spell I set the tent on fire, I heard how he screamed because of the sudden fright. He came running out of it. Yet my shadow bolt was already flying towards him. It was a direct hit to the face. He was taken down immediately. I hurried towards the dead body. Meanwhile guard after guard fell to the touch of my voidwalker and as they lay on the ground they lost their fighting spirit. I guess that ability worked similar to the spell `Corruption', if you have a strong spirit and a lot of will power you will be able to just ignore this effect or at least weaken it. How pathetic they all were.

As I reached the body of Forgewright, I felt sickness coming up. It was the first time I saw the brain of somebody, half of his skull was simply missing. I wondered why ghouls always cry out for this mass.

I took the short sword lying next to the corpse and opened the chest. I had to get the heart out somehow after all. It took a while to get past the bones, during the time I took my oversized voidwalker was still wrecking havoc in the camp. If you can call `running around touching everybody so they fall to the ground wincing' wrecking havoc that is.

After obtaining the heart of Forgewright me and my robe were drenched in blood. I wrapped the bloody organ into a sheet of cloth that I ripped off from the clothing of the man and put it into my bag.

I was sure I needed a new one afterwards. Two of these things would be bleeding all over my belongings.

I backed off from the body again. They would find him or what was left of him soon enough. Whilst retreating I yelled towards Belmon that he should stop attacking and follow me. The humans at the gates were unable to follow me, nevertheless I hurried to get to the road again and out of the Silverpine Forest. Yet this time I took the way towards the Hillsbrad Foothills.

Getting the second heart as ordered was almost mere travelling. It was hard to admit it but travelling with the imp was more fun. The little demon at least talked to you, the voidwalker silently somehow glided along sometimes only uttering how beautiful the landscape could be if we would be in a dark cave.

It don't know that creature just had something depressing about it.

I can't recall how long it took me to get to the northern wetlands, surely three or four days.

I found this Villard person quickly at a little camp right at the Thandol Span. He was sobbing about how cruel destiny had been to him in the last few months. The things I overheard sounded incredibly self-centred, but well, I killed him anyway and got his heart. I hoped that the good will of offering two hearts would still do the trick.

Afterwards I fought my way to the north through the wild lands of the Arathi Highlands hoping to find that outpost of the Horde somewhere. I passed by a camp of trolls, but they weren't too friendly with me at all. Being on this trip for several days now I didn't want to give in to a fight, so I retreated while axes were flying past my head.

As I fled to the north I drew closer to Hammerfall. I slowed down after I was sure that the trolls weren't following me anymore.

The name surely sounded like of an orcish encampment. After I had reached the road again this impression was amplified by the dead human bodies lying along it with axes in their torsos. I mean, I heard that they were a ruff kind of people, but that it would be this extreme...

Two orcish grunts were standing guard at the entrance to the camp. I was finally there. They didn't even bother offering me a strange look or something, seemingly a lot of Forsaken had to come there.

I was a bit surprised to find several trolls here as well, something I wouldn't have expected.

I don't know, I just disliked those creatures. I tried to avoid them as good as I could.

I asked the first orc I saw whether here was something like a flightmaster or whatever you wanted to call it. Astonishingly friendly and quick he pointed me the way to the young orcish women that kept watch over the animals here.

I dismissed my voidwalker, which was a relief for me too and booked a flight to Undercity.

She told me what I should watch out so that I didn't fall off the creature. After her explanation I wished they would just tie me to the bat.

Those animals were gigantic, I didn't know by that time that a common bat could grow this tall.

Yet, on the other hand I supposed some alchemists were probably involved with this whole matter.

I climbed onto the animal. It had a strong muscular structure. Impressive for a bat, I supposed this would feel quite similar to sitting on a horse.

The creature took off with a short start-up. The animal was pretty fast and a bit fluttery, but I loved it. Even with my numbed senses, feeling the wind on my face was extraordinary. This was one of the few moments that I really wished I would have been still alive.

It didn't take too long to reach the Undercity with this way of transportation. It was not that comfortable in the end sitting on the bat, but that should be something you can, well, ignore for the moment.

After I had arrived in Undercity, I went directly to the mage quarters to tell of my success in obtaining the hearts of the two men. I entered the Temple of the Damned and greeted the members of the warlock guild with respect.

I didn't have to say a single word to Kaal, the trail of blood I left behind me said more than enough.

He led me outside of the building again where his apprentice already had prepared a runic circle similar to the one we had used for the voidwalker.

Kaal instructed me, telling me what I had to do and he warned me that a succubus will fight in a different way than I might expect. I took the hearts out of my bag and placed them inside the circle. Then he started to speak in demonic again. Beforehand he told me that he would try to use the hearts as a sacrificial offering.

“Theramas il zenn, parn xi amir. X nagas xi shi zila enkilzar.”

Meanwhile the apprentice of Kaal performed the spell to create a normal demon portal from the twisted nether to this world.

A faint giggling could be heard as the portal to the demonic realm opened. It definitely had worked out. The hearts had attracted a succubus.

A beautiful women with long black hair stepped out of the shadows lying beyond the portal. She glanced at us for only a moment.

Her voluptuous body was squeezed into a tight leather bodice. Her skin had a milky toning. Her eyes were shining in a deep blue. Her appearance surely was stunning.

It took a moment for me to snap out of it again, she mesmerized me within an instance after leaving the portal. As she walked slowly towards the two hearts inside the runic circle, the image I had of her slowly took more demonic forms. Her legs ended in hooves and she had a long thin tail. The colour of her skin was a light purple. Two horns reached out of her forehead and two bat-like wings unfurled from her back. And in her right hand she was bearing a whip.

Nevertheless she still was stunningly beautiful even with these truly demonic features.

The apprentice of Kaal also needed a moment to focus again, but he acted fast and closed to portal to the twisted nether again while the succubus was crouching before the two hearts.

She jumped to her feet and turned around, her eyes showing fury and rage, drops of blood still on her lips.

“Maev? Kamil no X?”, her gaze was shifting from one person to another. “Maev il lok toralar il zila archimtiros karkun?”, I still didn't understand everything she said, but slowly the words and sentences said in this language grew clearer to me.

I took a small step towards her, her eyes now fixed on me. “I demand to know your name, demon!”, my voice may have been clear, but I was trembling somehow, yet it was not because of fear.

“Shhh, how rude...“, she responded in our language. Her voice was clear and had a beautiful melody. It was hard not to fall for her instantly.

She came closer, even the way she walked was alluring.

Kaal and his student observed the scene, prepared to interfere if something would get out of hand. At least that was what I hoped.

I wanted to make a step backwards, but it was simply impossible. I didn`t know what had happened but I was unable to move from one moment to another.

The succubus now stood directly in front of me. She was about as tall as I was.

I couldn`t take my eyes of her sensual lips while she was talking to me. I cannot recall what she said. My mind was flooded with fantasies, I barely saw how her lips were moving.

As I stood there staring at her, she whirled around once in front of me, letting her whip fall to the floor. She was laughing in an high pitched voice while she did this. I guess she enjoyed it somehow.

She started to slowly walk around me. Her arm stretched out, hovering above my chest. By then she stood to my left, my body was paralyzed, I couldn`t even move my head to follow her movements.

She touched my chest with one finger and followed a lining on my robe with it.

Her touch was painful. Every inch of my body she crossed with her finger was aching, it burned.

She let her complete hand touch my shoulder. I wanted to scream out loud, but my body wouldn`t even do that. Her eyes were filled with pleasure upon seeing me tortured and overcome with agony.

I wondered why Kaal didn`t interfere at that point.

But something must have happened which I didn`t understand at that time. Because there must have been something about me that she liked, maybe even loved in a strange kind of fashion, maybe it was simply the fact that I did not die instantly.

By then she stood behind me.

“Shi mordanas modas?”, she asked. She whispered those words into my left ear, careful not to touch me. I heard how she spoke in demonic, yet the thing she asked was astonishingly clear for me.

She took another step, then she stood by my right ear.

“Xi parn il...”, lasciviously she breathed the words into my ear.

She seized my right shoulder with her left hand. I felt the pain of her touching me immediately. She stepped in front of me again, drawing closer and closer to me.

She pressed her body against mine. She put her right arm around me. Letting go of my shoulder she started to stroke my cheek with the back of her left hand.

Pain overcame me, it filled my mind up restlessly. I felt endless ache everywhere she touched me. It was as if death was creeping up to me. But I couldn't scream. It felt as if I was torn apart just by her presence.

She kissed me.

I tasted blood. The Pain became unbearable. This was not the time for me to die, not again!

Suddenly she let go of me, she immediately backed off a few inches, but only so far she wouldn't touch me any more. I still was paralyzed, otherwise I would have been hardly able to keep standing on my feet. She looked deeply into my eyes. I saw a glistening in them.

She drew a bit nearer to my ears again and whispered it to me.

“Darnys...”

She winked at me as she made a step backwards.