Completed Wormhole to Hell

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"Many stories talk of the nefarius evil wizard, the shining knight that will strike him down, the beautiful maiden princess waiting his return. If we look closer into the world, we see the details of each story and what took shape in the past, the present, the future. The world has seen this story unfold, as many others over the millennials. Some were grand, some were minor accidents, and some would erase people from the phase of the earth at its conclusion. This story takes place hundreds of years before the year of our Lord, in the vast..."

The book Serene was reading to the maids was one of many brought in by mercenaries in their coming expedition, the carriages were prepared, supplies had been garrisoned, slaves were transported into their cages. This was to be a small caravan quest with its objective clear, transport the "goods" through the mountain range without authorities taking notice of it, eliminate any and all obstacles.

The company Serene and the rest of the maids were tied to was a black market service, taking jobs from every and any who would pay the right coin for the job. Their success rate had turned their name into infamy, but with no clear ties to anything illegal their carriages were more than permitted to enter and exit any city and town without much resistance. At the beginning things had been difficult for her as slave trafficking was ill seen by the population, her skin turning the topic into stereotypes, adding fuel to the fire that was the hatred towards her race in the upper side of the cities.

Nowadays, Serene had grown attached to the people she was working with, especially the maids who had turned into her comrades in tough times. They were not fighters, at best they knew how to defend themselves with the kitchen knife against the ocasional stalker. Their jobs were simple and to the point, provide any service the customers were willing to pay for and care for their well being. Thanks to this they were able to live a comfortable life, making this job more preferable to whoring themselves for coin.

"Alright!" the head maid-servant clapped, bringing the maids' attention to her. "Get in the carriages, we need to depart as quickly as possible."

She rarely knew the context of their quest, who was being carried or why, but people forget the walls are thin and the maids gossip on what they listen to. By the amount of coin that was thrown into this job, it was clear the prize had been perhaps the mercenaries' biggest catch to date. Soon the maids learned their transport carried a dozen number of prisoners, but among them only one was their product of interest, a single demon that reduced the mercenaries' numbers to half just to tire it out.

Serene took a glimpse to the blackened cage with little to no visage to its interiors. Despite her getting used to this lifestyle, her heart went to the demon now imprisoned in that cage. She bowed her head in forgiveness before entering the cart, ready for their voyage.
 
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Diablo had been wandering for some time now, with no clear direction set out for him. Mind you he cared not for where he went, but more to find understanding in what or who he was. being exiled from his clan meant he belonged to no faction nor family. That fact was clearer as each day passed, while slowly, the silence of the quiet plains surrounding him had been a deafening sound for him. "Could I have one day of excitement?" He asked to no one in particular. Unfortunately for Diablo, he would live to regret those words.

Taking a quick glance around the area, Diablo let out a small huff as it was just grass for as far as the eye could see. "Typical." He spoke with distain, as venom dripped from the word, all the while producing a small tin from his inner jacket pocket. Opening it up and taking out what the kobold had called a 'Cigarette'. He had stumbled upon a traveling merchant of sorts in his wanderings, and was offered a small tin for a mere five copper. Diablo was in fact a 'smoker', having picked up the habit a few years back. And while he would smoke on occasion, he found the pipe to be more annoying than useful.

Setting a cigarette in his mouth and carefully taking a small match and lighting the end of it. Cautiously Diablo took a small inhale feeling the smoke trail down his throat and into his lungs as the feeling hit. "That kobold wasn't kidding, this is some good shit." Diablo grunted while a smirk played across his face.

Taking another inhale, Diablo would scan the area before his eyes locked on a traveling caravan not a few hundred kilometers north of him. "Fuck. Well there goes my stiffy." Diablo glared in the general direction of the caravan as he took another puff of his cig. He had heard rumor of a caravan that took any kind of job and of course as a demon, Diablo had a permeant target painted on his back.

Diablo watched as the man-at-arms that traveled with the caravan had caught sight of him and had halted the carriage. Carefully eyeing the group coming towards him as he slowly crouched down, getting ready for a VERY unfair fight. One human had broke rank and came foreword not thirty feet from Diablo. "You have two choices creature" He called out before continuing "Come quietly, or face the wrath of my men and I." Diablo's face had a etched grin on his face as locked eyes with the one standing before him. Slowly he dragged a clawed finger across his own throat "You'll be first, pretty boy." his snide tone said it all as the band of mercs behind the human had began running towards the two.

Without a second to hesitate Diablo pounced on the human, shoving his clawed thumbs into his eye sockets while a scream ripped across the silence. Taking a quick puff of his smoke Diablo would send the bones in his thumbs to pierce through the mans skull, effectively braining him and pinning him to the ground beneath them. "I told you. You'd be first" he'd break off the bones and flick his smoke into the open mouth of the dead man and return his attention to the rest of the band as they quickly halted to the sight of the man being downed so quickly.

Diablo had flinched at them, making a few in the front to flinch away in fear. "Fucking skittish eh?" Diablo smirked as the the rest of the band had become incited by his comment and rushed him quickly. slowly Diablo's bones pushed past the skin of his arms creating a armor coating, while the bone on top of his hands protruded into the shape of needles, no longer than eight inches.

As the armored men got closer, Diablo's hands became a blur of speed and calculation, landing vicious strikes into the chests of his enemy leaving behind pools of blood and gaping holes in the mercs chest. Had he been fighting in closer quarters he may have had a chance. sadly this was not the case. Between fending off attacks with his armored arms and striking back just as quick, Diablo was beginning to feel sluggish. Making a quick scan around him he realized that the mercs had formed a circle around him, and right away he knew he was finished. With that he felt a hard hit against the back of his head, and then total darkness.

Rousing from unconsciousness Diablo quietly looked around bleary eyed. Blinking a few times to finally see a clearer picture and understand that he was in fact captured and inside what seemed to be a cage of sorts. Diablo sighed as his bones retreated back into his body. Taking another cigarette from his tin and lighting it, Diablo would gently lean his sore head against the cage and take a heavy inhale of his smoke "Damnit." was all he said as he closed his eyes.

Well this is going to be no fun he thought.
 
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Their feet were used to the uneven footing, long hours treks and the sudden raid by the goblins or orcs alike. The maids would remain in the carriages, the mercenaries would take the front and surround the caravan, leaving the cages unattended as they were no cannon-fodder than anything else to them, the prisoners' combined price not even coming close to what the demon would fetch for.

1 week into their journey they made it to their first real stop, having only taken the side road and camping in their carriages until now with nothing but premade meals to go for due the density of the forest. With enough space to spread out, their equipment and supplies turned their surroundings into their first encampment in their journey: tents, torches and weaponry stashes composing most of it.

Taking turns to feed the slaves, the dangers for maids were mental trauma or even sexual assault for those unlucky enough to be trapped by them. Men turned into primitive beast in such secluded, dirty spaces with no disregard for whoever came across them.

As the maids took turns per job, it was Serene's turn to feed them. The maids sighed in relief, showing little worry for her. In reality it wasn't ill intented, most people would avoid touching a woman of her kin, in some remote corners of the world still dark elves were treated as a plague.

To the slaves she was no different.

"Come on! Bring a real woman for crying out loud!" one of the slaves shouted to the main encampent, reaching deaf ears. "This thing can barely even be called a flesh toy!"

The moment Serene came close to them, food in hand, their eyes rolled, their hands left the cells and their voices turned into mutters, cursing her presence being so close to them.

The rioting men took their food in silence, avoiding to even graze her skin as she passed close to them.

To her, they were simply frightened men, to the point she took pity of their situation. Some deserved to be locked in the cage, others...

Serene stole a glance to the black cage holding the demon, taking the largest portion to it. Word high up demanded the demon to arrive healthy and strong to its destination. The food portion outdoing even the mercs'.

She stuttered, a strange aura surrounded the cage the closer she took her steps. Curiosity got the better of her, forcing her to take a glance. Her back immediately caught a chill as in the corner of the cage laid a pair of eyes that sparkled without the need of sunlight.

"Beautiful..." Serene muttered under her breath before quickly correcting her mind and posture, sliding the food through the cage's visage.

It was a curious existence, dangerously so as the cage had been magically imbued, even she could feel it.

Quickly she turned around and left the demon be, not waiting to see whether he'd take his food or not.
 
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There was nothing for Diablo to really do for the time being as the carriage had began moving. quietly inhaling his smoke and staring blankly into the night as the caravan rode on, distastefully muttering to himself each time the caged cart hit a bump on the trail.

After what seemed to be hours the caravan had stopped, meaning they were done for the night. Before he lit his next smoke he caught a figure before him in the corner of his vision.

"Beautiful.." Was all that was said before a large plate of food was slid into his cage. After careful observation he realized that it was a dark elf that had brought him his food. Weird seeing their kind around these parts he thought as he quickly grabbed the plate of food.

While he ate, Diablo had taken some time to look around the cage, after a few minutes he began to understand that this cage in particular was imbued with some kind of magic as he was unable to use his magic to any degree. "Some kind of anti-magic it would seem." seemingly speaking to no one in particular while he continued to quietly eat.

As he ate however, he overheard a few of what Diablo guessed as the guardsmen posted at his cart "It would seem we are still a few weeks out from our destination yet." Diablo sighed to this new knowledge as he would have to put up with this nasty cage for much longer than he hoped for.

"Could I at least have a fucking pillow or something!?" he had yelled in frustration, but the only reply he received was a small rock flying through the slats of the cage hitting him squarely in his head. Growling Diablo smashed his fist against the cage "Fuck you too human wurm!"

He could hear footsteps retreating as the guards were laughing. "Acting tough, since the big bad demon is in a cage, eh? Eh!?" Diablo scoffed angrily and quietly eased himself onto the cage floor and closed his eyes, in hopes to get a few winks of sleep before the caravan resumed its course.
 
A few days go by, the first attack since their descent from the mountain range and into open fields. The lack of forest and overgrown vegetation made them an open target, a clear prey for anyone foolish or greedy enough to try take them out.

Fortunately for Serene, the mercs were more than capable to counter the coming orcs. What was more concerning were the earthquakes. The rumbles under the earth made the native monsters across the region to move out of their shelters and in the search of food and safety, this included the raiding party now lying dead along their path.

"We need to find the ship that will take us off this bloody pace! There'll be no more stops after this! We're reaching our gold tonight!"

The commander's voice echoed across the caravan, the mercs cheered and the maids sighed in relief. Nearly 2 weeks into their travel had run their supplies short, with just enough for the maids to return back home.

For tonight, they'd rest and continue their travel tomorrow for their destination. Once the encampent was built, the mercs cheered in celebration, inviting the maids to join them. Their reluctancy was soon overcome by alcohol, music and dances. The maids were free to be themselves after the head-maid entered a tent alongside the commander.

Nobody questioned it, thus nobody held back anymore. Men and women traveling alongside one another it was obvious attraction would develop. Both mercs and maids knew this was a one-night stand, so they'd make the most out of it.

All but Serene, who nobody besides the maids approached to. She took to her duties and brought food to the slaves before finally sitting down herself, hidden behind the blackened cage with an oversized plate of meat and a single mug of booze.

It had gone stale by now, but regardless she couldn't say no to her comrades.

The ground quaked one more time, making small crevices around her.

She didn't think much of it.
 
Diablo had spent the last few days in silence while wracking his brain on calculations of the different scenarios that could possibly happen and Diablo was certain at this point however, that anything that he'd try would end up getting worse for him in the end.

To begin, it was very clear that the caravan had intentions to sell him, and secondly he was trapped in a anti magic cage. With that being said Diablo did have his senses about him thankfully. Closing his eyes he would carefully listen to the din of the caravan party that had been going on for the better part of an hour, everything seemed normal. Between the music, dancing, and cheering it would seem that they were nearing the end of the trek, which also meant that they would have to transfer him to another holding cell.

While diablo sat there scheming to himself his ears had perked up to a very alarming sound, it had began with small cracking sounds and slowly it grew at an alarming pace, as if the very earth under them was giving way to the combined weight of the caravan and the rowdy dancing going on.

Diablo had jumped up and started rattling the cage "We have to run!! We have to run!!" Diablo banged his head against the cage bars in anger, no one was going to hear him, much less listen to him he thought. Glancing down his heart jumped into his throat as he saw the cracking earth beginning to crumble underneath the side of his cage.

Quickly scanning around he spotted the dark elf resting against his cage as he yelled to her "Get out of here! Run!" Diablo had shoved the dark elf as hard as he could before the weight of the cage had broken through the earth and he began his plummet down into the darkness.

Without hesitation Diablo had braced himself against the cage bars using his tail to wrap around the bars for extra support as he rocketed down into the depths. As the cage began picking up pace he could hear the screaming above him as more of the caravan came crashing down into the abyss.

Returning his attention to the darkness Diablo watched as the cage had spun and was in a collision course with a ledge not three feet to his left "Fuck-." was all he got out before the cage smashed into the ledge and Diablo slammed into the cage bars knocking him out cold.

Screaming and the earth quickly crumbling was all Diablo could hear before the abyss took hold of his mind.
 
Tumbling down to the earth was the only thing she could do as she frightfully tried to escape the ledge that formed the wormhole underneath her feet. Her lack of physical training made it impossible for her to boost herself up to a safer ground, soon she stumbled down into the ground. Her head hit against one of the collapsing debris, turning her world black.

The next moment she woke up, dripplets of water fell on her skin, forcing her eyelids to open and her senses to kick in. Her hand went to her head, blood slowly oozed from it, she groaned before screaming as her leg was stuck under debris of her caravan, the black cage just a few feet from her with no sound coming from it.

Serene gazed up to the sky, the hole looked like a small moon in comparison to its size for swallowing her caravan whole, a feeling of dread consumed her before she used her hands to try and release her broken leg.
 
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Diablo had woken up painfully slow, feeling a aching pain to crawl all over his body, while he lifted his head to assess the condition of his body and the cage he was locked in. Taking a quick glace around him he could see that a decently sized boulder had struck the cage breaking one of the bars and fracturing a few more. Once more upon closer inspection, Diablo noticed that the bars on his cage had runes covering them, possibly the source behind the anti-magic he thought.

In that moment a idea had occurred to Diablo, wiping the blood off his head he'd activate his bones, and to his surprise his magic actually responded, it seemed that the cage needed all the bars to activate the anti-magic properly. With that Diablo eased him self under the boulder while he sent his bone from his hand, into the shape of a giant needle, to rocket into the boulder making it shatter, crumble, and fall against him.

Diablo groaned and grunted from the pain, slowly pulling himself from the cage to finally fall down onto the rough cavern floor, next to the cage. In a harsh, raspy tone Diablo would call out "Is anyone alive!? Anyone at all!?" Before easing his pounding head down and waiting for any response.
 
She wanted to respond to his plea, to whoever was calling out for survivors. Just as a gasp escaped her however, a loud crowd of voices slowly descended upon them. The place they had fallen in had almost null visibility with only the reflection of the water under them allowing to see any form of light given by the wormhole they had fallen in.

The voices were rough and numerous, almost child-like in their laughter as they grew closer and closer towards them.

Serene just then managed to get to the bottom of the debris, a single rock pierced her leg, no bigger than her head, blood had already stopped oozing from the wound as the weight of the stone kept it from escaping.

Her hand moved to the rock but just a she barely grazed it and made it move, her leg twitched, causing the wound to expand, making her scream of the pain.

It paralyzed her in place, and now her scream had caught the child-like voices' attention, it would be soon before they reached her.
 
A shiver was sent up Diablo's spine as he heard the sounds of what might be fits of laughter from.. Children. Another shiver and Diablo would lurch up to stand as fear washed over him, quickly his piercing violet eyes would dart around, looking for the source of the noise, until finally resting to a group of eyes making their way towards the crash site, another shiver slowly crawled up his spine, as if death itself was grasping his body for the taking.

Diablo stood there frozen in fear for a mere moment when a scream ripped through the din of laughter, ripping Diablo from his daze. Returning to reality his head would snap to the source of the scream, the dark elf. Quickly Diablo raced to her side, realizing immediately that she was pinned under the rock. "Fuck!"

Smacking his horned head against the boulder in frustration, he reached his hand underneath the boulder and moved the bone in his hand to push against the ground and boulder, allowing him to quickly pull her out before his bone slipped and the boulder came back down hard to rest once again against the ground.

In a huff Diablo had hoisted the dark elf onto his back and started running away from the laughter as he called back "You watch for them! Don't you dare take you're eyes off them! I need to know where they're coming from!" With that he took off as fast as he could.
 
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Serene screamed out as the boulder was torn off from her dried flesh, the wound opening to the point it wore off her skin around it, causing her to turn to a pale color almost immediately from the excruciating pain. She was barely conscious by the time he hook her on his back and ran away along with her.

Looking back on the monsters, their pace was perhaps on par with the coming laughter, the sound of a single pair of feet running closer and closer to them.

It was almost visible to her blurry eyes, a single entity with a head of many lips and voices, children and men, women and elderly combined into an echo that resonated across the tight hallways that seemingly composed the tunnels they were following. The creature was clearly mocking their existence, their strength, for it started to sprint quicker and almost catch up to them, only to slow down and give the demon and her some time to escape.

Serene's head wobbled to the side before finally losing conscience entirely, her leg turning coated in her blood, leaving a vivid trail of their goings.
 
Feeling the dark elf go limp Diablo tried his best to keep her steady as he continued to run. after a few minutes of running away from the voices behind him he noticed that he was now running in what seemed to be a dungeon hallway, ruined beyond comprehension, but a hallway nonetheless.

Diablos eyes darted back and forth searching as he ran, he knew the elf didn't have much time as he felt wet on his back, likely blood from her leg. After a few meters Diablo Skidded to a halt as he spotted a small crevice in the wall, ducking in Diablo would take a quick glance around. Walls, intact. Two exits, one door. His eyes never left the door as he gently eased the dark elf onto the floor, pulling off his trench coat, Diablo would ball it up and place it under the woman's head while he inspected the wound on her leg.

A few things came to mind upon inspection of the wound. One, he need the bleeding to stop, two, he needed to somehow clean the wound, and lastly to have it covered. quietly Diablo rubbed his tired eyes and took a few deep breathes as the gears in his head silently ticked away.

Then suddenly it all clicked together. "I know your out cold but, I'm sorry in advance lady, this will hurt." Diablo tore a strip off his trousers and laid it down, secondly he produced a small cylindric bone about five inches in length and braced it into the woman's mouth, next Diablo had lit a match and placed it on his finger. This little tidbit he found out a few years back, it was as if fire didn't affect him much, or at all, he wasn't really sure.

Pinching the wound Diablo would slowly drag his flaming finger across the wound, slowly burning the skin together. Blowing out the small flame, Diablo quickly, and tightly tied the strip of fabric around the wound, and lastly placed his hand against her wound and produced a tight bone cast to encase the wound.

Diablo sat back, watching his handiwork, after a few moments he noticed some color coming back to the woman and he let out a heavy sigh of relief. After which a wave of exhaustion had come over him, Diablo slowly glanced around his surroundings and sluggishly walked over to the crevice and filled the hole with his bone, then walking over to the door to fill the cracks with his bone, to finally slide down against the door as his exhaustion had finally taken over, effectively putting him to sleep.
 
By the time her senses came back to her, several hours had passed, Serene woke up in a daze, sprinting her body up in fear of being chased by the monster still, only to stumble to the side as her leg ached of the scorched skin and missing flesh.

It throbbed and pulsed, the nervous system in shock still as she attempted to turn her leg around. She hissed and gasped for breath, her hands trembled as they surrounded her limb to put pressure, somehow helping her alleviate the sensation soon after.

What had happened was real, that much was clear to her. She looked around, only to see the demon lying back against the only exit of this place. He had saved her, a complete stranger, despite the rumors of demons being deceitful and solitary.

She wanted to thank him, but didn't know how to, so she simply looked at him for a while longer, admiring his beauty. Serene shook her head, clearly a disorder of being the damsel in distress.

This however, was not a book like the ones she'd read to her colleagues.

Serene looked to her leg once more and revealed her wound to herself at long last, her hands no longer shaking of the pain. Her attention was brought to the other side of the door where numeral steps echoed across the hallway.

More monsters were around the area.

"Wake up. Wake up!" she whispered to the demon in front of her, kicking his stretched out foot.
 
The last few hours had been strange. Dangerous. Nakatur remembered transfering slaves... A demon. He had done his best to warn the others of the bad luck that came with their kind. Now look at them. Trapped in a hole. He cursed in his clantongue and rose. Wait... His sword? Where had his sword fallen? In a frenzy he looked about tje darkness, feeling out with his hands in an attempt to find his familial weapon. HIS weapon. A grunt of frustration when all he found was an unlit torch. Next he scurried for his pouch. His gear was ruined. His rations left uneddible by the oil that had broken in the fall.

Luckily, his flint and steel still seemed operable. Tying the last of his pouch around the torch, he struck the flame to life. The torch lit, but the oil soaked fire starters were lost in this last use. Again he cursed. Again he looked around. The bodies of his companions littering the area. Crushed and dead and... He squinted... Ripped appart. This did not bode well for the Kriegsman. Whats worse? His sword was still nowhere to be found. Something he would shout and rage about later. For now, he scrounged up a few weapons. A couple of axes. A shield. And a longsword. Not the best equipment but theu would do as he ventured forwards.

His steps were heavy, the weight of his armor and the fatigue on his bones making stealth difficult as he walked. Finally, he came to a shut door. A simple push was given and the door would not move. Another shove, this time with more force that rattled the thing on its hinges. He grit his teeth and took a step back to weigh his options. No way out but forwards.

Bringing his foot up, he kicked the door open. The sounding crash echoing through the halls. No doubt it would alert wuatever monsters lay in this darkness, but tondie in battle was a glorious thing and much preffered to starvation. Horns went in first, his teeth bared in a viscious snarl and longsword raised in both hands. Golden eyes scanned the room, ready to fight, ready to kill! Ready to die... How irritating that he came across the demon and a broken woman. Yet, he couldnt help but believe tjat fate had smiled on him. A lone wolf was less likely to survive. With numbers, his chances went up. hopefully the demon was friendly... Hopefully.
 
"Wake up. Wake up!"

Diablo had felt the kick not mere seconds after hearing the woman whispering to him. which in fact made him jump as he wasn't expecting the elf to make such a quick recovery with his butchered attempt at fixing her wound.

However as Diablo fully woke up, his ears would instantly perk up to the sound of clunking metal, followed by the hard shove against the door. Panic set in as he rolled to the side standing between the door and the elf. Like fuck am I letting this elf die after putting in the effort to fix her up he thought.

The gears in Diablos head spun rapidly, thinking of a solution, a second shove this time, the hit seemed to be coming from the top of the door, meaning it was a larger beast he though, while the bone in his left arm grew quickly into the shape of a large lance that was latched to his arm. Diablo crouched low and closed his eyes, listening.
one step, two step. Its backing up? he thought
Then it clicked as the being took a step forward and hit the door effectively sending it crashing away, Diablo would lung with all his might in the direction of what he thought would have been the head of the beast. Huffing in a incredible amount of pain, he'd look up and realize his lance was a mere inch away from the mans head. It was then he realized it was one of the mercs that traveled with the caravan.

Seething anger had grasped Diablo quickly as the bones of his arms rapidly changed to that of a gauntlet and a large hook. Without thinking Diablo slugged the man in the head and in the same breath latched his hook on the mans left horn and yanked it down hard.

"What the fuck were you thinking you dumbass?" Diablo hissed to the man, as his violet eyes glared at him. "You have now alerted the monster of where we are." Diablo snarled and shoved him away. Turning back to the elf he sighed and shook his head. "I cant carry you this time, I'm too spent. We have to leave now, we need to relocate to a safer spot. We have been compromised." Turning yet again to give a pointed glare towards the horned man, before shoving him out of his way and making quick steps forward.

If anything Diablo would have to be very careful from now on, he was already on edge and his nerves needed a break. His head would snap to the left as he began to hear the voices again "Get the armor off and fucking move it you bloody oaf." He hissed again, while Diablo watched the corridor to the left. Nothing yet he thought. That's a good start he thought.
 
Serene's ears flipped around as they caught on the noise that echoed across the room, past the demon's complaints and the beast-like man; a stream of water was dripping into a puddle across a hundred meters, undisturbed. The hall was clear, yet the memory of the pale monster made her shiver.

If luck was on their side, they would never encounter it again.

"We need to find anyone who survived... Augh!" Just as she stood up, her injured leg gave up all strength, forcing her to lie her weight against the old stone wall. It was damp, the whole place was humid, even the air felt wet.

She limped around the room and made her way to the outside, her eyes slowly following the hallways that stretched from both sides. Guessing from the dirt the beast-man carried with its feet, she quickly jerked her boot-like shoes off to the side as they clicked with every step she took, leaving her feet bare but reducing the noise she made to a bare minimum.

It was a slow pace but she had no choice, her leg had become useless until they find supplies or people to heal her wound and the people accompanying her.
 
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"Quiil, globurz kulshodar" he said with a hushed sneer, eyes locking onto the demon with a particular anger.
"Lat fik shorat. Baj za fik vend gimb izishu agh thrak kragor agh kathotar mubi izishu. Rad lat ghashn izish u ukh zogtark?" He gave a snort and readied himself. The scent of blood was just as likely to draw predators in. Yet the wounded woman was fine? No, he saw through the charade of the creature. "Baj ushd agh dush izishu jashat" he hissed again.

But wait, the woman. She was crawling away. No, crawling towards something. Slowly the Krieg stepped around the demon. His leather splint armor and underchain jingling a bit less with his slow movements. What was the woman seeing? Was this some more magic trick that he could not see? Some foul illusion from the demon? Or.maybe... Just maybe... Something positive for a change?
 
Taking point Diablo had scouted out the adjoining hallway from the room they were in. As he walked carefully foreword he would notice some tracks in the dirt and dust that covered the hallway which made his scouting slow to a crawl, but as much as he wanted to make haste, it would be foolish to over look any detail that could aid him he thought as he began inspecting the tracks.

As he inspected the tracks Diablo realized that the tracks were from something that was barefoot, and by the size would seem to be a large something. Diablo cursed under his breath and looked back, as he did the familiar shiver would crawl up his spine as he heard the shrieks of the voices in the distance. Still a fair distance off he thought as he continued scouting towards the end of the hall, which in eighty feet turned right. cautiously Diablo peeked around the corner to see the hallway opening up into a small room with two exits, one being a opening directly north of him and the other, a door to his right.

He had quietly back tracked towards the others and relayed the information. "For now the safest route would to avoid making as much noise as possible and take the north hallway." Diablo turned his violet eyes to the dark elf "Also I know you may not know how to fight but." Diablo stops for a moment to produce a dagger from his bones and placed it in the hands of the dark elf "Keep this on you at all times, I'll do my best to help but if something gets to you, you will have to defend yourself."

Sighing Diablo would glance to the big oaf and grunt at him "I hope you can be of use and not be dead weight." He stated flatly, and with that Diablo would turn and slowly make his way back to the small room. Once inside Diablo would slowly cross the room the the mouth of the hallway and wait for the rest of the party to reach him.
 
Serene sighed, but there was little else to do but move forward. With a new member to their group, she slowly limped forward into the next room, her ears picking up the screams and laughter of the monster that once chased them. Her grip on the bone stick tightened, she'd only let go of it so roughly until she got into the same room as the demon.

She scoffed of her own thoughts, feeling safe next to a demon. The mercenary maids would laugh at her naivety, but currently he was the only option, and she'd make the most out of it.

After passing through the second hallway and into the room, the door to the north was the only way forward, a blocked tunnel to the east and a few skeletons across the floor, no signs of life whatsoever.

Serene let out her breath in relief, as if every turn she took monsters would show up to attack her, already she was thinking of the worst possible outcomes, putting her imagination of the dwellers of the dungeon on the same frightening level as the monster of white skin.

Whatever it was, it left its mark in her head. She took the lead soon after the demon and pulled the door very slowly, the rusty irons holding it together creaking, echoing across the hallways, making her position known.

The scream of the monster in white called out to them, returning in full force their beckoning. Serene's blood froze as the laughter started once more, turning to look at the demon moments later.

"RUN!"
 
Diablo was feeling heavy, his exhaustion pulling him at him as if the weight of the earth was placed on him. Quietly he watched as the dark elf slowly limped passed him towards the door. While she done so, Diablo's ears would twitch endlessly to the multitude of sounds coming from the din of the dungeon, what he was straining to hear though the voices, he knew that the rest of the dungeon would be quite simple in comparison to whatever creature that was chasing them.

Diablo's bones in his left hand would shift into the eight inch needle and he would take a quick glance around as the dark elf opened the door. The the echoing creaks of the door damn near scared him as his violet eyes darted to the elf. Her expression was a mirror of his own as the voices became laughter, that now seemed to be closing in.

"RUN!" The dark elf screamed at him.

Diablo wordlessly nodded, only to glance back for a split second to see if the hulk of a man was coming, but quickly shook his head. No waiting, we need to survive he thought.

Gritting his pointed teeth Diablo took up the rear, he allowed the dark elf to take the lead, as he would leave the elf behind if he were to take the lead. Slowly the familiar pang of fear had etched itself yet again up his spine as his eyes continued to dart from behind him and back to the dark elf as they ran. The pair had come to three doors, quickly the pair took the north door.

As Diablo entered in behind the elf he would carefully close the door behind him and take his surroundings in. Single room, no way out and a storage closet at the far end of the room. "Damnit, now what?" Diablo wasn't looking for an answer but, nevertheless still needed to come up with something.

looking to the west wall Diablo noticed that a section of the wall seemed brittle and a idea had started forming, Quickly Diablo had taken the dark elf by the arm and placed her into the closet " Stay here and be quiet." With that he returned to the brittle wall and began smashing at it as hard as he can, making sure to make as much noise as possible.

After a few moments of this Diablo snakingly stepped back. The hole was big enough he thought as he cut his arm and smeared blood around the hole and quickly sealed his wound with his bone as he retreated back to the closet where the dark elf was. Slowly he stepped in and gently closed the door . His violet eyes quickly locked eyes with the dark elf as he placed a single finger to his lips "Look at my eyes and nothing else." Diablo hissed in a hushed tone, As he kept his eyes locked on hers. His hands were shaking as the voices came closer and closer. I really hope that this works he thought.
 
Exhaustion, hunger, fear.

It was accumulating, exerting her tired body to its current limit, she hyperventilated as the giant beastman cried out in prospect of battling what had been chasing them before, seemingly ignorant of the terror this monster had ached into their minds and hearts.

A small window opened as the closet wouldn't shut entirely with both of them in it. She peeked to the outside, needing some visual confirmation that the monster would no longer chase them, it didn't take but a few more seconds before her terror peaked, making her clasp her mouth to prevent herself from screaming out loud.

The white monster came charging in to the mercenary protecting the room's entrance, laughter echoing in full force as it entered the room. Before he could reponse, its abnormally long arms connected with the beastman, sending him flying out to the wall, his bones crushed by the impact as his skull bent against the rock, his neck just barely saving itself from breaking. Serene trembled under the demon's grasp, the monster crawling in for the kill. smashing its weight against the beastman, his voice turning to an agonizing scream before it quickly cut off, the monster ripping his head off his body, throwing it to the closet, banging its doors shut.

It continued its feast for a while longer. Its mouths moaned out of the pleasure as skin and flesh was torn off from bone.

Serene and the demon had to stay in the closet until the monster was finally satiated, dragging the half eaten corpse along with it, its mouths gnarling and cackling altogether as it disappeared back into the dungeon.
 
Visibly shaken Diablo only dared a quick glance of the monster before returning his gaze to the dark elf. The creature was hideous at best, and terrifying at worst. Knowing what was chasing them had only added to Diablo's already enormous amount of fear, that was slowly crushing him little by little.

At this point his mind was in a vice, slowly being pushed to the brink of insanity. His wallowing was interrupted as his ears had perked up when he noticed that the sounds of the monster were retreating further into the dungeon. Slowly Diablo opened the closet and peered around, no signs of the creature in the room, only the bloody trail from its meal smeared across the floor that lead through the hole in the wall he had made.

Diablo quietly sighed and stepped out of the closet and looked back at the dark elf "We have to keep moving, wait here, I'll go check things out." With that Diablo crossed the room and peered out the doorway. Diablo spotted two more doors other than the one he was in. Not putting much though into it, Diablo turned right and opened the door in front of him.

Firstly the room itself was much larger than that of the previous one, but thankfully there was a second exit on the far end of the room. Secondly, It seemed to be used as a dining area, with tables and chairs lining the walls which meant they could at least try to sleep on something that wasn't the floor. And thirdly, the fine layer of dust that had collected on the floor was undisturbed, which fortunately for the pair, meant that nothing, nor no one had stepped foot in here.

Nodding in satisfaction he returned to the dark elf in the pervious room and helped her up, slinging her arm over his shoulder and wrapping one of his arms around her waist and slowly walking her towards the room "The next room is clear, we might have a chance to sleep, but we both cant sleep at the same time, i can take first watch since I've had some sleep."

He spoke quietly as he walked with her, doing his best not to scare her. In his travels, it was widely known that demons were evil, or at least it was widely believed. Which is whoreshit he thought to himself. That being said his few interactions with strangers were less than helpful. Either screaming or attacking, there was no in between. So hopefully this go around he might have a better interaction with a stranger "Name's Diablo by the way."
 
The shock had already taken her by the time the creature had vanished from both their sight and sound range. The blood didn't dry thanks to the humidity of the entire place, where walls were wet and floors were slippery to the unused footing.

Before she knew it they were already in the dining room and she was on her seat, she looked absent-mindedly to the front of her, not answering to the demon's introduction.

It was too much for her mind to look at the creature. Slowly her eyes widened and the terror once again consumed her, her entire body began to tremble and her voice threatened to let out a scream. Thankfully, she was still aware of her surroundings, so she took her forearm and covered her mouth with it, letting the scream muffle itself on her dirtied clothing. She screamed out before she wailed out, her entire mindset just now swallowing everything that had happened in such a short amount of time.

Doubt clouded her judgement soon after, questions of whether other people survived if monsters such as those roamed the hallways.

It took her several minutes before she finally quieted down, drool and snot covered her forearm as she breathed in and out in hopes of calming herself at long last. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, it was clear this was only but the beginning of their struggles.

Serene took a while longer before finally turning to the demon, just absentmindedly remembering his name.

"I-I'm Serene..."
 
Quietly Diablo watched the dark elf as she went through the stages, shock, freak out, and slowly coming to terms of what is, and what was, to happen to the pair of them. He felt for her, as one whom was always on the run he was used to hiding away. But this was on a different level and he knew it, one wrong miss step and they would surly be killed.

"I-I'm Serene..."

Her words had tore Diablo from his thoughts and returned his gaze to Serene, whom seemed pretty pale from the events of late. Nodding, Diablo would sit across from her and quietly rub his face and let out a small sigh "Well its good to know your not insane...yet."

He quietly let out an uncomfortable chuckle as he briefly glanced away and cleared his throat "We can't stay here for long, but we can rest up before we move again, we need a way to get our bearings so we don't end up walking in circles, have any ideas?"

Diablo wasn't sure what Serene could bring to the table but anything would be better than nothing, since Diablo was slowly running out of ideas and sorely needed some input on their particular situation. Sooner rather than later. With that being said, the creature that is hunting them is not one Diablo has ever seen and it shook him to the core even thinking about it.
 
Serene shook her head, looking down as she continued to control herself. For several minutes she seriously thought of it but nothing would come up to her.

"We just need to... find where we are first. So let's do that." She murmured in a raspy voice, breathing out her fear a few more times before finally standing up and look for any supplies still edible in the room.

It didn't even take that long before finding a nearby barrel with an iron lid on top, clearly undisturbed. Serene used both arms, trembling still to open it, only for her nose to catch on a repulsive, iron-like scent, forcing her to immediately let the lid go.

Luck was on their side, the lid landed gently back in its place, a thick red paste escaping it as it redistributed inside.

"... It's fresh."

Serene covered her face with both hands, trying to remove the smell from her face.
 
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