Cyrus the virus
05-02-07, 08:03 PM
Time didn’t seem to move in the Nether. Life and death did not exist, only an eternal existence for those who dwelt within. Fyshrie, the green skinned, muscled demon, had slashed a serious of deep wounds into Luc’s side before they had struck their bargain, and it would not heal, did not infect. It only burned constantly. The bleeding never slowed, but blood pumped out constantly.
If ever there was a better definition of hell, Luc would have been amused to hear it. In constant, paralyzing pain, the mage was already wishing he was dead – and it had been only a few hours. If he dared kill himself, though, he’d be stuck with the pain for eternity, as his soul would be unable to leave his body. It made the idea of living in a realm of demons all the more frightening, especially considering his magic was limited by the lack of earth and water.
Fyshrie stood near him, curving horns topping his bald little head. Their bargain was simple – the demon would let Luc live if the mage could take him from this dimension, a fear Luc had never considered until he was on the brink of being devoured bit by bit. Even now he could see the hungry lust in the demon’s blood red eyes. Were he revitalized it would not be an issue. As of now, he was exhausted and lacking even a bit of magical power.
So much had happened in the past few days. Venerus the wizard had fallen, risen again, and sent a dragon to attack Radasanth. With power Luc could hardly fathom, the wizard had brought Suravani’s Oasis to the Nether. Through a glyph that he found through hours of study, Luc was able to open a gate to the dimension of the damned, and here he, Edward Judorne and Venus/Delta had defeated Venerus’ true form. Attacked from behind by Fyshrie, whom Luc had demanded to take them through the Nether’s maze, Luc was trapped in the Nether with no escape.
Now it was up to him to find a way to get back to Althanas. With Fyshrie giving him no time to rest and no room to escape, Luc realized he needed to find the demon’s way back as well.
There were no libraries in the Nether, no spell components. Just the remains of a dimension long since void of life, ruled by an ancient dragon that even the Gods had been unable to kill. Escape seemed impossible – Luc was being resigned to a fate far worse than death.
“How long will you take, human? Fyshrie is not patient and that blood smells fresh.”
Luc shook his head, shuddered from a shock of pain, and calmed himself with a breath. “It will take time, I must search this realm. It could take a day or it could take weeks, or whatever passes for time here. But it will happen, and we will escape this misty hole.”
Fyshrie snorted. “Best be quick.”
The mage wanted to be. He wanted to escape the Nether as quickly as possible, and didn’t mind the idea of dragging Fyshrie with him, as long as the demon didn’t turn on him as soon as it smelled the clean air.
“Is there a way to repair my body?” he asked. “This wound limits me severely, and will slow us down.”
Fyshrie snorted louder. “Human will move fast or will be my meal.”
Luc noted cautiously the demon’s lack of answer.
If ever there was a better definition of hell, Luc would have been amused to hear it. In constant, paralyzing pain, the mage was already wishing he was dead – and it had been only a few hours. If he dared kill himself, though, he’d be stuck with the pain for eternity, as his soul would be unable to leave his body. It made the idea of living in a realm of demons all the more frightening, especially considering his magic was limited by the lack of earth and water.
Fyshrie stood near him, curving horns topping his bald little head. Their bargain was simple – the demon would let Luc live if the mage could take him from this dimension, a fear Luc had never considered until he was on the brink of being devoured bit by bit. Even now he could see the hungry lust in the demon’s blood red eyes. Were he revitalized it would not be an issue. As of now, he was exhausted and lacking even a bit of magical power.
So much had happened in the past few days. Venerus the wizard had fallen, risen again, and sent a dragon to attack Radasanth. With power Luc could hardly fathom, the wizard had brought Suravani’s Oasis to the Nether. Through a glyph that he found through hours of study, Luc was able to open a gate to the dimension of the damned, and here he, Edward Judorne and Venus/Delta had defeated Venerus’ true form. Attacked from behind by Fyshrie, whom Luc had demanded to take them through the Nether’s maze, Luc was trapped in the Nether with no escape.
Now it was up to him to find a way to get back to Althanas. With Fyshrie giving him no time to rest and no room to escape, Luc realized he needed to find the demon’s way back as well.
There were no libraries in the Nether, no spell components. Just the remains of a dimension long since void of life, ruled by an ancient dragon that even the Gods had been unable to kill. Escape seemed impossible – Luc was being resigned to a fate far worse than death.
“How long will you take, human? Fyshrie is not patient and that blood smells fresh.”
Luc shook his head, shuddered from a shock of pain, and calmed himself with a breath. “It will take time, I must search this realm. It could take a day or it could take weeks, or whatever passes for time here. But it will happen, and we will escape this misty hole.”
Fyshrie snorted. “Best be quick.”
The mage wanted to be. He wanted to escape the Nether as quickly as possible, and didn’t mind the idea of dragging Fyshrie with him, as long as the demon didn’t turn on him as soon as it smelled the clean air.
“Is there a way to repair my body?” he asked. “This wound limits me severely, and will slow us down.”
Fyshrie snorted louder. “Human will move fast or will be my meal.”
Luc noted cautiously the demon’s lack of answer.