Continuing we are with the second to last part of my fanfic... all hails to Caitlin, the Goddess of D&P who DID originally give permission on this... and then probably promptly regretted it.
Praise to Mravac Kid for using his powers of spellchecking on this...
C&C always appreciated... direct flaming will be dealt with behind the woodshed.
With the sensual but threatening voice came a silence that filled the entire room. Karo and Brighton hardly dared breathe, both feeling like their hearts were rolling over and playing dead. Still winded and almost exhausted, this was exactly what they didn’t need.
The silence reigned for what felt like hours, but it hardly took a Dragons breath before it was broken by the songlike female voice “You may turn around now, I would hate to put you down without having seen your faces!”
Karo turned his head slightly and looked sideways at Brighton who looked back. Then they both drew in a deep breath and slowly turned around, prepared for anything.
What they saw wasn’t exactly what they had feared.
The room they has used for refuge was large, about 60x60 feet but sparsely furnitured with benches along the wall and thick tapestries on the walls, which were shrouded in shadows pushed there by the light coming from two braziers in the middle of the room.
Between the two braziers where flames danced in dark colours, a short but without a doubt female figure was standing, facing the two escapees. She was Human, and looked like she was hardly out of her teens, with features of unearthly beauty. She was dressed in the same nun’s outfit like the rest of the staff … and Karo, but her headgear had been substituted by long dark tresses of curly hair spilling down over her shoulders, framing her soft white features and eyes, which seemed to sparkle in the firelight of the braziers.
Both the young men looked at her perplexed, then Karo was the first to come to his senses: ”YOU are THE guardian of this place?” he blurted out, eyeing her short and lithe figure.
Leaning her head a little to the side, she looked at him “Yes, that’s me… appointed by the Headmistress herself by an eternal pact, and bound to keep evil out of these halls… as well as troublesome idiots like you?”
She straightened up and looked at: ”Now, will you care to be turned over to the Headmistress and the Board for your rightful punishment, or do I have to incinerate you where you stand…? It’s your choice, but since you have put me in quite a compromising situation tonight from just getting in, I much hope you choose the latter!”
The cold voice the last sentence was delivered in, as well as the stern hard look she gave them both, stood in an eerie contrast to her beautiful features and chilled the Bard and the Wizard to the core.
Brighton, having taken a little more time to recover from the initial surprise, but now irritated, tired and fed up with being bossed around, stepped forward and gave her a deep mocking bow “Frankly my dear, we don’t give a damn… we are leaving NOW!”. He turned, grabbed the stunned Karo by the shoulder and reached for the door, just as the girl responded in a tone that had ice-cold daggers etched into it.
“Sorry, but leaving was NOT one of your choices…”
The girls last words ended with a word of magic clear as ice, and before Brighton could take another step, a blue line jumped into life around the edges of the door, leaving no mistake about the door now being closed more secure than what a steel bar and assorted locks could ever have managed.
Slowly Brighton let go of Karo and turned back towards the girl who smiled coldly to him “I’m sorry, but the only way out of this room is now through that door” she nonchalantly gestured towards the deep shadows up against a moth-eaten tapestry where the faint outline of a doorway could be spotted “…and as you might notice, you have to get past me to reach it… care to give it a try?” She gave them both what would have been a coy smile if it wasn’t for her shining eyes boring into them like blue daggers.
Brighton swallowed and took a step backwards, reaching for his banjo for comfort then realized that he had left it outside with most of his gear before they started their ‘rescue mission’. He looked back up at the young beautiful girl who had begun flexing her fingers in the most eerie and disturbing way. He started to say something, anything that might get them away from this girl who, though she was shorter than both he and Karo, filled him with an unknown sense of dread, but he was cut short as Karo stepped up, eyes blazing with tired anger.
“Listen, I don’t know who you are or what madness makes you think you can push people around just because you can do a few cantrips? I, on the other hand, am a full-fledged wizard!” he straightened himself, trying to make an imposing figure, not realizing how ridiculous he looked still in the nun’s uniform “… don’t make me use my magic… you wouldn’t like me when I have to use my magic!” He glared at her the most intimidating way he could think of.
There was a brief moment of silence,and then the girl’s clear melodious laughter rang through the chamber.
The look on Karo’s face went from imposed haughtiness to surprise, then over to embarrassment and finally anger.
He pulled back his sleeves, ignoring Brighton’s stuttering pleas from behind and began tracing arcane symbols with his hands.
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you!” With that he ended his spellcasting with his index-fingers pointing towards the girl, two small purple missiles leaped from the fingertips, and in no time bridged the distance between him and the girl, carrying with them enough paralysing energy to stop a charging boar… just to shatter into harmless sparks inches away from the girl’s raised hand that appeared out of nowhere.
Shocked Karo looked down at his own fingers as though he wasn’t sure how they had failed him, then he looked back up at the girl who smiled coyly at him with her head leaning a little to the side. “What? Is that all?” she purred.
As she gained no response from the dumbfounded Mage, she shrugged… “Well, if that’s how you want it to be… I’ll be glad to oblige you!”
The last sentence came out like a roar of flames and suddenly fire leaped from the braziers to completely encircle the girl. As the flames leapt all over her body, her clothes immediately burned away, leaving a white curvaceous body partially covered by bony plates dark as ebony. In front of their very eyes the lustrous being started to grow while dark-feathered wings erupted from her back, knocking down the braziers, extinguishing their fires.
However, fire was no longer needed for the two heroes to look by, as the 9 feet tall imposing creature in front of them gave off enough reddish light for them to see all too well how much trouble they were in.
Her face still impossible beautiful, but with her brow covered by a dark helmet of bone and eyes visibly burning with twin orange fires, she… for that fact was still impossible to deny, looked down at the cowering adventures, and gave them a mocking stare that bespoke of fire and brimstone.
“So… mortal… show me what magic you have to use against a Guardian Devangel!”
Both Karo and Brighton were too perplexed, shocked and confused to answer in any way, which caused another round of laughter from the hellish creature.
Brighton’s thoughts jumped forth and back… “Oh my… we are going to die… I should have listened… damn you baron… no song… “. He pulled himself backwards up against the door and fumbled for the handle, but the blue lines still held it closed better than bands of steel could possibly have done.
Suddenly he froze and stopped his maniacal fumblings. He looked in horror as he saw Karo once again pick up on an eldritch and complicated spellcasting.
“No you fool!!” Brighton would have yelled if his mouth suddenly hadn’t gone felt completely dry… “You’ll just anger it… we can’t possibly…” he stopped as Karo seemed to draw something out of thin air and hurl it at the otherworldly creature. It struck her right in the chest, leaving a sizzling scorched mark that cut the creature’s laughter short…
“So the mageling still wants to play?” she hissed between clenched teeth “Well then, do your best… and last!” she straightened herself up to full height and eyed Karo with her arms crossed in front of her chest, and a haughty expression on her beautiful face.
Determined anger clearly heard in his voice, Karo once more yelled arcane syllables that send bolts of fire hurtling against the creature to shatter against it leaving no mark whatsoever. Taken aback by the failure, he quickly retaliated with a sizzling ray of frost that didn’t fare better than leaving a mark of ice against the she-devil’s bosom, a mark her inner heat quickly melted away.
Seeing this, Karo’s resolve faltered and he began to stutter the phrases for the last useable spell in his memory.
Brighton shook his head, seeing how Karo’s magic had no effect on their adversary “It’s no use… it’s too strong… out of this world. Magic will not bite on… it!?”
A thought crept into his mind like a stranger in a foreign house. “Was there a way? There might be one, but that would require him to…“
As Karo’s last spell sent a small ball of lighting against the demon, just to have it shatter against some kind of invisible barrier, Brighton drew himself into his own mind, searching for something he knew was there and which he hoped he would still be able to use.