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Diablo: Zara's Quest
by PJ


Chapter 1

The twelve year old girl frantically pulled on the well rope, rushing to fill
her bucket as the sun set behind her.  She grasped the emerging pail, sloshing
water over the well edge and her shift as she poured the clear liquid.  Letting
the pail drop back down into the well, the girl seized the bucket, walking
quickly back to her parents' farm that seemed to be a league away.  Night fell
swiftly, the landscape becoming black and forbidding in the blink of an eye. 
The girl began to pant, her heart thumping in her small chest as she quickened
her pace.

The cloaked riders appeared from nowhere, suddenly two of them materialized a
short distance away, one to either side of the girl.  She screamed in terror,
dropping the bucket in her haste to reach home.  The riders charged towards
her, their black mounts shrieking like damned souls.  Tears flew from the
girl's eyes as she ran, her thin legs burning with each desperate stride.
The farm girl raced through the farm gateway, she could see the warm beckoning
lights of her home not far away.  The riders leapt over the fence, the horses'
hooves tearing earth into the air as they shot forward in pursuit.  A skeletal
hand reached forward, grabbing the back of the running girl's shift and
flinging her like a doll backwards through the air.  

The girl fell heavily onto her buttocks, the wind knocked from her lungs while
the two riders blocked her view of the farm house.  One of the riders
dismounted, his movements jerky and ungraceful.  He limped towards her, his
voluminous black sleeves outstretched.  The farm girl screamed horribly, her
skin deathly pale with fright.  The rider wrapped his thin arms around the girl
before she could flee again, his left arm clasping tightly around her throat. 
The girl struggled to escape, her arms slapping against the rider's moldering
robes.  As her vision began to fade, the girl pulled off the rider's hood,
revealing the white, smooth bone of a fleshless skull.  The girl's eyes widened
in horror before she fainted from lack of air.  The skeleton traced a finger
along her soft pink lower lip, then he raised the girl's limp body into his
arms before returning to his waiting steed.


Zara was unimpressed with the town of Tristram.  She walked the dark, silent
streets, past the pitch black houses and the abandoned shops.  Trash and filth
covered the roads, even rotting corpses decomposed in the narrow dark alleys. 
The rogue girl advanced deeper into the town, until she reached a square with a
dry fountain in the center.  Several small shops had lit windows, and Zara
heard a smith working at his forge.  She approached an elderly man who sat on
the edge of the fountain, staring into its empty interior.

"Excuse me, sir," said Zara respectfully.

"What?  Oh, hello, young one," replied the old man as he raised his head to
look at Zara.

"I heard that the town of Tristram was in need of aid.  I have come to help."

"I am afraid you are too late, child.  Tristram is a doomed town."

"Is there someone in charge I can talk to?"

"I am Cain, the town elder.  I am afraid no one is in charge anymore, except
the dark powers that run free in the night."

"Dark powers?  Who are they?"

"We do not know.  It began when King Leoric became ill.  He became more and
more unstable, ordering us to war with our northern neighbor.  As the war
continued, Leoric slipped deeper and deeper into madness, then his son
disappeared, never to be found.  The King blamed us for his son's
disappearance, he executed many of the townspeople until Lachdanan returned
from the war in defeat.  He discovered the King's madness and slew him in the
monastery, an ancient structure that the King had converted into his home.  

Lachdanan and his men never returned, but the Archbishop Lazarus, the King's
most trusted advisor, did return.  He said that evil powers had been freed
below the monastery, and that the King's son was still trapped in the
catacombs.  The Archbishop led a group of townsmen into the monastery to rescue
the prince, but no one has returned for days.  I believe that whatever lurks
beneath the monastery has slain the Archbishop and our menfolk, we will be next
if no one stops the darkness from spreading."

Zara pondered the elder's story, her mind overwhelmed by the sheer scope of
evil that had claimed Tristram.  She idly fingered the feathered shafts that
hung from the quiver at her side.

"I will go to the monastery and defeat whatever evil has made its home there."

Cain said nothing, he merely looked at Zara with pity as she turned to leave
the square.  The rogue girl walked northwest, towards the forbidding structure
that sat like a waiting vulture on a small hillock.  Zara was unsettled by the
unnatural quiet that hung over the countryside.  There were no animals, no
insects to disturb the heavy weight of silence pressing against Zara's lithe
frame.  She checked the short bow that rested against her right shoulder, then
glanced down at the dagger that lay sheathed in her right boot.  Zara walked
along the rough path that led to the entrance of the monastery.

A prone human form made Zara hasten her steps.  She reached a man lying on his
stomach, a pool of blood cooling beneath him.  The rogue turned the man around,
making him groan with pain.  He opened his eyes slowly, then grabbed Zara's
right arm in a death grip.

"Please, mistress!" gasped the dying man.  "Listen to me!  The Archbishop
Lazarus, he led us down here to find the lost prince.  The bastard led us into
a trap!  Now everyone is dead...killed by a demon he called the Butcher. 
Avenge us!  Find the Butcher and slay him so that our souls may finally
rest..."


The man released his grip on Zara's arm, his eyes glazing over with death. 
Zara placed the man's hands on his chest, then whispered a brief prayer to the
Light.  She stood up, then turned to regard the black windows and crumbling
walls of the monastery.  She unslung her short bow, nocked an arrow, then
strode forward to the waiting front door...


A spiraling stairwell led to an immense chamber.  Dust covered the stone
floor, while dozens of empty candle holders lined the walls.  Doorways opened
to the west and south.  Zara took a moment to light a torch from her pack, then
she walked forward, glancing at several sarcophagi that filled the crypt. 
Scratching noises from behind alerted Zara, she spun to find more than five
skeletons stumbling towards her with upraised axes.  Cursing softly, Zara
raised her bow, firing a stream of arrows into the advancing undead.  Skeletons
shattered like fragile glass, their bones littering the filth-covered floor. 
Only one skeleton made it to melee range, it sliced down with its axe, cutting
a shallow line down Zara's left arm.  The rogue girl grimaced with pain,
kicking out with her right boot.  The skeleton stumbled backwards, its rib cage
shattering loudly.
Zara fired three arrows into her last foe, the skeleton bursting apart as the
projectiles slammed into it.

Zara took a moment to catch her breath, adrenaline still pumping in her veins.
She clasped her wounded arm, reaching into her pack for a bandage to bind the
cut shut.  Zara rifled through the shattered skeletons, finding several worn
pouches with gold crowns inside.  She pocketed the gold, then briefly examined
the rusted axes, finding them too heavy to use herself.  Straightening up,
Zara's eyes widened when one of the sarcophagi began to open.  A moldering
corpse climbed out of the crypt, moaning loudly with a tortured, rasping voice.
The other five crypts also started opening, disgorging three more zombies and
two skeletons.  Zara fired her bow, the bowstring singing as she pumped arrows
into the advancing enemy.

The skeletons shattered into clusters of bones, but the zombies continued to
shamble forward.  Zara fired shaft after shaft into the first zombie until he
vomited a gout of black blood and fell wetly to the floor.  The remaining three
zombies reached Zara, clawing at her with their grimy fingernails.  Zara kicked
at the undead, then slammed the shaft of her bow into one of the zombie's
faces.  The undead's face collapsed into a mush of gore, his sticky blood
gushing onto Zara's hands.  The rogue girl tried to back away, but a zombie
pounced on her, forcing her onto the floor.  Despite herself, Zara screamed as
the zombie on top of her grasped her leather tunic and ripped it open.  The
second zombie took away Zara's bow, then held her right arm down.  The last
zombie knelt between Zara's legs, grasping her ankles with his rotted hands.

Zara turned her beautiful face away when the zombie straddling her leaned down
to lick her cheek with his slimy purple tongue.  Stinking breath gushed over
Zara as the zombie ran his mouth over her lips and neck.  The undead fondled
her breasts, pinching her nipples cruelly until she gasped with pain.  The
zombie roughly kissed Zara's neck and bare shoulders, then began sucking on her
right tit loudly, his drool covering her warm white skin.  Zara pushed vainly
at the zombie with her left hand, her right arm held firmly down by the undead
rapist's companion.  Zara's eyes widened further with horror when she felt the
third zombie tearing her crotch piece off, then removing her panties.  A long,
writhing tongue entered Zara's pussy, licking her labia until it became hot
with arousal.  Zara struggled to break free from the zombies, but they held her
down with their weight and superior leverage.  The first zombie moved to Zara's
left breast, licking and sucking like a starving animal, while the third zombie
sucked on her clit, his lips smacking wetly as they nibbled on her pink cunt
flesh.

Zara bit her lower lip until it bled, then watched in disgust as the zombie
atop her released his cock from his rotting clothing.  She moved her face from
side to side, trying to avoid the thick, dripping member until the zombie
grasped her head with both of his deathly blue skinned claws.
The zombie shoved his rod into Zara's small mouth, then started pumping back
and forth, his tool 
ramming deep into her throat.  The zombie between Zara's legs pried her cunt
lips apart with his claws, then buried his mouth in her snatch, his tongue
sliding into her vagina, caressing the tender flesh until it glistened with her
lubricating juices.  Zara moaned with the zombie's shaft in her mouth, her lips
stained with his black ichor.  With her body limp from violation, the zombies
climbed off to place her on hands and knees, one zombie replaced his cock into
her mouth, fucking her slack lips while his companion pried her tight buttocks
apart to shove his tool into her wet pussy.  The third zombie crawled beneath
Zara, his crushed mouth extending a wet tongue to lap at the rogue girl's
dangling breasts.  His tongue slipped from nipple to nipple, leaving the tits
slick with his slimy saliva.  The zombie fucking Zara's cunt slapped his
decayed crotch wetly against her ass, his tool pounding deep into her belly. 
Zara groaned as the zombie shoving his member into her mouth grabbed a handful
of her long, unbound auburn hair, holding her tresses like reins as he pumped
himself past her wet, sensuous lips.

The zombie ramming Zara's pussy orgasmed first, releasing his thin watery seed
into the girl's womb.  Zara's tits continued to be suckled by the second zombie
while the third undead pulled out of the girl's mouth to cum over her lips and
chin.  Zara coughed as she tried to keep from swallowing any of the zombie's
foul seed.  The zombie in front of Zara kicked at the undead sucking on her
tits until he bit her nipple on last time before crawling out from under her. 
The undead near Zara's ass rose to his bone thin legs, leaning down to grasp
her booted feet, then dragging her across the dirty floor towards the opening
on the west wall.  Zara let herself be limply dragged away until she passed her
discarded bow.  She grabbed her weapon, turning around to smash its edge
against the side of the dragging zombie's right hand.  The hand broke off
wetly, allowing Zara to kick away from the vacant eyed corpse.  The other two
undead stumbled forward as the naked rogue girl drew her boot dagger and
decapitated her one handed captor.  Black blood spewed up like an obscene
fountain while Zara grabbed her quiver and nocked an arrow.  She angrily fired
shaft after shaft into the approaching undead, peppering their chests with
arrows until she severed one zombie's thin neck.  As the now headless zombie
fell, the second one also tripped, his body bleeding from numerous wounds.  He
crawled forward, his rotting face contorted into a snarl, his eyes burning with
lust for Zara's blood.  Zara aimed deliberately for the zombie's face.  She
fired two arrows in quick succession, impaling his rotting brain with the
shafts.  He quivered violently, then became limp, black blood escaping from his
fatal head wounds.

Zara reclined against an open crypt, her bare breasts heaving for air.  She
wiped the foul ichor from her mouth, then rubbed ineffectually at the zombie
cum sticking to her pubic hair and pussy.  Shuddering with revulsion, Zara took
a few more moments to calm down, then gathered her belongings, re-clothing
herself in her torn leather armor.  A large tear remained from the neckline to
just below her breasts, exposing a bit more cleavage than the girl was
comfortable with.  Checking her bow for damage, Zara slung it over her
shoulder, then replaced her dagger back in its boot sheath.  She searched the
dead corpses for valuables, finding a few pockets with gold inside.  The rogue
examined the open crypts next, finding two potions of Healing and a short sword
with a rune inscribed on its steel blade.  Zara hefted the sword
experimentally, finding it light and easy to wield.  She replaced the short
sword in its plain leather sheath, then fastened it to her belt.  Feeling
somewhat better with her new finds, Zara returned to the spiral staircase,
desiring to return to Tristram for resupply and a well-deserved rest.
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