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Diablo: Zara's Quest
by PJ


Chapter 2

The sun was just emerging when Zara left the monastery.  She blinked from
the warm, 
bright light before beginning her long trek back to town.  The morning was
clear and peaceful as the rogue girl passed the outer buildings of Tristram,
her body sore and weary from combat.  She entered the empty town square, making
her way to a tavern with a simple sign declaring it, "Ogden's".  

"Welcome, stranger!" greeted the stout tavern keeper when Zara walked into the
dimly lit common room.  Zara swept her gaze over the room, finding it empty and
dirty from neglect.

"I need a room for the day," said Zara as she walked up to the well-scrubbed
bar.

"One gold crown, miss."

Zara arched her eyebrow at the high price.

"That includes a hot bath and two meals, miss," replied Ogden hastily.

"Very well," agreed Zara, withdrawing a gold piece from her bulging money
pouch.

"Gillian!  I have a guest who needs a room!" shouted Ogden.

A buxom young woman with flaming red hair and a ready smile entered the common
room from the kitchen.  She nodded a greeting towards Zara, then led the girl
up a staircase to the second floor.  They walked down a thinly carpeted hallway
to the third door on the left.  Gillian unlocked the guest room, walking inside
to brush dust from the unused bed.

"It's not much, but it's warm and dry.  I'll go draw your bath if you wish."

"Yes, please," replied Zara, eyeing the bed covetously.

Gillian bowed briefly, leaving the rogue girl alone in her room.  Zara
carefully hung her short bow upon the back of a chair, then slipped off her
backpack and belt.  She peeled off her sweat stained leather shirt, followed by
her tight leather breeches.  Clad only in a white loincloth, Zara donned a thin
shift before leaving her room for her promised bath.

Dusk was settling over Tristram when Zara left the tavern, rested and fed. 
She walked to Griswold the blacksmith's shop, buying a new leather shirt to
replace her torn one.  Zara left the town and traveled towards the river, where
she had heard a witch woman lived.  Passing dead, leafless trees, Zara walked
east long the northern back of the shallow river, her eyes watching the
countryside for wandering monsters until she saw a lone cottage with smoke
curling from its chimney.  Zara found the witch sitting beside a black cauldron
outside her home, stirring a viscous concoction with a long metal ladle.

"Are you Adria the witch?"

"I prefer the title sorceress, but witch will suffice," replied Adria wryly.

"Ogden the tavern keeper told me that you sell magic items.  I need a few
things."

"Ah, you are the brave young woman exploring Leoric's cursed abode.  I wish
you success."

"The magic?"

"Yes, the magic.  Do you want healing potions, battle scrolls, a spell to
return to the surface?" 

"I could use the teleport scroll, and a few healing potions.  Can you teach me
spells?"

"I sense a little magic within you, but not much.  I could show you a few
simple spells until you grow more powerful."

"I'd like to learn healing magic."

"Do you have the gold to pay for it?" asked Adria, right hand outstretched.

"Yes," replied Zara, pouring out a generous portion of gold coins from her
purse.

Adria accepted the gold before leaving her bubbling pot.  She returned laden
with two healing potions, a scroll with Town Portal inscribed upon it, and a
thin leather-bound book.  Zara placed the potions and scroll into her pack,
then sat down next to the witch with the book.

"This is the spell of Healing, here is how you cast it," began Adria,
instructing Zara slowly about its invocation.


Zara's bow twanged loudly as she fired three arrows into the charging band of
goblinoids.
The squat, horned Fallen Ones screamed when the projectiles hit three of their
brethren, the unlucky victims trampled by their comrades.  Zara ran down the
long dark hallway, occasionally stopping to shoot more shafts at her pursuers. 
Two more Fallen Ones died, then the rest pounced on the slim girl.  Zara
smacked one goblin away with her short bow, drawing her short sword with the
other.  She slashed out, cutting one goblin's throat open and ripping another
creature's chest.
Small claws scratched against Zara's body, tearing shallow rents in her leg
breeches.  Zara stabbed another Fallen One, then sliced upwards, cutting
another goblin from crotch to sternum.  When the Fallen Ones began to fall
back, Zara broke away from them, sprinting a short distance before spinning to
fire on the milling creatures with her bow.  Three Fallen Ones grunted from
fatal wounds, causing the remaining goblins to flee in terror.  Zara watched
the Fallen Ones retreat, she fell to one knee heavily, panting deeply with
exhaustion and relief.  The rogue girl grimaced in pain, clutching a deep
scratch along her right side inflicted by a Fallen One.  She withdrew one of
her healing potions, swallowing the thick fluid in one long gulp.  A warmth
spread over Zara's wound, the tear sealing shut and disappearing from her
flawless skin.  Zara repaired her armor as best she could, then she rose to her
feet, continuing her search of the second catacomb level.

Zara was sitting against a wall eating a piece of travel bread when she heard
the scrapping noise.  Jumping to her feet, the rogue girl readied her bow, an
arrow strung and ready to fly.  The scraping became louder, the sound of many
feet rushing towards her.  Zara's brown eyes widened when she saw the pack of
scavengers pounding towards her.  The monsters were quadrupeds, with spiny
backs and sharp, slavering fangs.  Zara released her shaft, stringing another
as the pack howled with blood lust.  The arrow pierced a scavenger's right eye,
impaling its small brain.
Several scavengers fell upon their dead brother, ripping his body to shreds
while the others continued their charge towards Zara.  She fired arrow upon
arrow, killing three more scavengers before the leader jumped up at her.  The
heavy brute slammed into Zara's chest, knocking her heavily to the stone floor.
The scavenger smacked away Zara's bow with a paw, then shot his snarling
muzzle downwards.  Zara screamed as the scavenger bit deeply into her left
shoulder, his fangs digging into her tender flesh.  The rogue grasped blindly
for her sword, quickly drawing the short blade and slamming it into her
attacker's belly.  The scavenger released Zara's shoulder, howling with pain. 
Zara stabbed her blade again and again into the heavy animal standing on top of
her, until finally the beast shuddered and fell limply against her chest.  Zara
rolled out from under the dead scavenger, hastily swinging her blade when
another attacker snapped at her.  The sword cut into the monster's long muzzle,
causing it to cringe away yelping in pain.  Zara staggered away from the pack
as it consumed its dead.  

Zara walked for a long time, the pain in her shoulder burning intensely.  She
stopped long enough to bandage the wound, then continued to follow the wall of
the wide empty chamber she was in.  Zara halted again to rest, sitting heavily
upon the filthy stone floor to drink deeply from her water bottle.  She
pondered using her Town Portal scroll, the temptation was strong to return to
the town to rest and heal.  Zara shook her head in denial, she hadn't recovered
much gold, and she still had found no sign of the Butcher.  Pulling herself to
her feet, Zara walked on, reaching the far end of the room before detecting the
smell of dried blood.

The charnel stench grew stronger as Zara approached a heavy door on the far
wall of the chamber.  To the right and left of the door, passages stretched on
into darkness.  Zara approached the reinforced wooden door, placing her right
ear against the portal.  Heavy pounding footsteps could be heard from the other
side, along with deep grunting breathing.  The odor of decay and blood was so
strong Zara almost vomited.  The heavy footsteps stopped suddenly, making Zara
tense her body.  A growl was Zara's only warning before the footsteps
approached the door.  Zara hastily backed away from the portal, preparing her
bow for battle.

The door smashed outwards, revealing a huge, fat humanoid with glistening grey
skin and two thick horns protruding from his temples.  Zara gasped with
revulsion, then fired her bow, releasing a steady stream of shafts into the
advancing horror.  Arrows smacked into the layers of the Butcher's fat, to be
brushed aside by one of the Overlord's thick arms.  The Butcher raised a sharp,
blood drenched meat cleaver, the edge of the weapon sticky with gore.  Zara
fought to swallow the bile in her throat, her right arm burning as she released
more shafts at the demon.  The Butcher chuckled in amusement, charging the
lithe girl with cleaver upraised.  Zara fled from the Overlord, her lungs
pumping with strain as she ran towards the exit doorway.  She heard the
Butcher's heavy strides, she could hear his grunting as he closed the distance
between them.  Zara reached the door she had used to enter the vast chamber,
she threw the portal open, then spun around to hurl the dagger she kept in her
right boot.  The knife embedded itself in the Overlord's left shoulder.  The
Butcher yanked out the dagger, black blood spurting from the wound.  He sliced
down with his cleaver, barely missing Zara's leg as she sprinted through
another room with bars to the left and two weakly lit braziers in the far
corners.

Zara panted heavily, her breasts aching with exertion.  She ran for the far
exit, her auburn braid flying behind her as the Butcher stuck to her heels. 
Feeling the Overlord's dank breath on the back of her neck, Zara reached for
her sword just before the Butcher hit her with his sharp weapon.  The cleaver
smacked into Zara's back with a meaty thunk, knocking the girl abruptly to the
floor.  Zara grimaced with pain, reaching out with her hands to drag herself
away from the chuckling Overlord.  The Butcher pulled his cleaver out of Zara's
flesh, then turned the weak girl onto her back.  Zara stared into the Butcher's
bright, cruel eyes.  He grinned maliciously at her, licking his fat lips with a
long, blue tongue.

"Pretty," growled the Overlord, reaching down to grab Zara's braid, then
dragging her behind him.  He returned to his stench-filled lair, granting Zara
a vision of true horror.

Decayed, female bodies hung from hooks on all of the room's four walls.  Blood
and torn organs littered the floor, with swarms of flies buzzing over the
glistening, rank refuse.  Spikes were fastened in the floor as well, some still
adorned with the rotting corpses of past victims.  The Butcher gazed proudly
over his grisly decorations, walking towards the body of a naked twelve year
old girl with a torn pussy and a bleeding hole in her stomach.  He removed the
girl from the hook that held her in place, then he pushed Zara onto the wall. 
The curved metal hook bit deep into Zara's upper back, holding her helplessly
against the blood-splattered wall.  She watched in disgust as the Butcher
carried the dead girl's body to a long stone table, then slapped her casually
over its surface.  Raising his cleaver, the Overlord hacked down at the joint
of the girl's shoulder and left arm.  Zara squeezed her eyes shut, but she
could still hear the cleaver slicing wetly into the girl's body.  The Butcher
severed the corpse's arm free, then bit hungrily into the cold meat.  He gnawed
idly on the girl's arm, ripping hunks of flesh from the bone, as he eyed his
newest prize lustfully.  Zara slowly opened her eyes, watching the Overlord
while he leered hungrily at her.

Finishing his snack, the Butcher threw the fleshless arm bone to the floor,
hanging his cleaver on a belt of human flesh, then unhooking a skinning knife. 
Zara shuddered, struggling weakly until the hook in her back slid deeper into
her body, making her gasp with fresh pain.
The Butcher moved up to stand before Zara, his foul breath washing over her
pain-wracked features.  He slid the knife up her leather shirt, cutting the
garment from her body.  He peeled Zara's clothing off like a hunter would peel
a duck for dinner.  Finally, Zara hung naked from the hook, blood dripping over
her firm buttocks and down her slim legs.

"Pretty," grinned the Butcher, cupping Zara's breasts, squeezing them until
the girl groaned softly.  He slid his claws over Zara's flat belly, then he
caressed her smooth pale cheek with his right hand.  The Overlord untied Zara's
hair braid, letting her long, auburn hair spill down her blood drenched back. 
The Butcher grasped Zara's head, forcing her mouth open as he extended his
slimy, blue tongue.  Zara fought to turn away, but the Butcher was too strong,
he slid his thick tongue into her open mouth.  The rogue girl moaned as the
Butcher caressed the inside of her throat, his probe rubbing obscenely against
her own pink tongue.  The Butcher's left hand fondled her right tit roughly
while his right hand plunged between her limp thighs to rub her pussy.  Demon
and girl kissed violently, the Overlord's mouth covering Zara's as his meaty
fingers pried her cunt lips apart and explored her warm vagina.

The Butcher moved his lips away from Zara's mouth, licking his way down her
graceful neck to her right shoulder.  He nibbled on her sweet, warm flesh, his
questing fingers thrusting deep into the naked girl's slit.  Zara moaned, her
eyes pressed shut, as she felt the Overlord's hand ravishing her pussy.  The
Butcher bit Zara's right breast, his teeth piercing her white skin, his tongue
lavishing spittle on her sensitive nipple.  Zara's arms hung limply at her
sides, the hook in her back holding her in place.  The Butcher moved to Zara's
left tit, his tooth marks leaving bloody holes in her right mound.  He pulled
back Zara's head by her hair, licking the front of her throat, then kissing her
cruelly on the mouth.  The Overlord pried Zara's legs apart, pressing his huge,
erect member against her wet pussy.  He rammed himself into the naked girl's
cunt, his shaft prying Zara's slit painfully wide apart.  Zara groaned, biting
her lower lip as her tormentor fucked her pussy, his hot pole pumping deep into
her belly.  The Butcher grasped Zara's shapely hips, digging his claws into her
skin.  Zara's outspread feet shook with each powerful thrust, she groaned as
the Butcher shoved into her again and again.  The Butcher seemed to fuck Zara
for hours, her cunt bled from the violence of his thrusts.  He orgasmed several
times, his foul seed filling Zara's stomach, then overflowing out of her pussy
to drip over her anus and inner thighs.
Finally, the Butcher spent himself, he pulled out of Zara's throbbing hole,
raking his right claw over her left buttock, leaving ugly scratch marks across
her pink skin.

Zara watched the Butcher as he returned to his meal table, grasping the dead
girl's torso, biting deeply into the cold, white/blue meat.  The rogue girl
reached up with both hands, grasping the hook that held her suspended over the
floor.  Using the last of her strength, Zara pulled herself off the hook, then
fell lightly to the blood-slick floor.  The Butcher had his back to Zara while
she softly cast Healing upon herself.  The little magic in Zara's veins spent
itself healing the deep rent in her back and her other wounds.  Healed, but
weak, Zara moved quietly to her discarded belongings.  She grabbed her short
sword, then stealthily approached the loudly feeding Butcher.  Snarling with
rage, Zara stabbed her blade into the base of the Butcher's spine.  The
Overlord roared in agony, dropping his grisly food.  Zara impaled the Butcher
several more times before he spun around and smacked her with an extended arm. 
Zara fell back into a mound of rotting organs, but quickly regained her feet
and ran around the stone table.  The Butcher growled as he pursued his naked
prize, his claws grasping and outstretched.  Zara ran outside the lair, chased
closely by the bleeding Overlord.  When the Butcher emerged into the larger
outer chamber, Zara slammed her blade into his already bleeding back, ramming
the sharp sword deep into his foul innards.  The Butcher screamed, arms
outstretched, before he leaned to the right and smashed Zara to the floor. 
Bleeding from a cut lower lip, Zara stabbed the Butcher in the foot, then
sliced up his fat belly, hacking a deep rent in his rolls of blubber.  The
Butcher's movements were becoming slower as he raised his arms to crush the
annoying female.  Zara rolled away from her foe, running to his left, swinging
her blade as she moved.  The sword dug into the Butcher's chest, releasing a
great gout of black blood.  The Butcher stumbled once, then fell heavily onto
his bulging stomach.  A pool of steaming ichor gathered under the cooling
Overlord's body.

Zara fell onto her buttocks, sobbing with relief.  She stared at the dead body
of the Butcher for a long time, until the cold air of the catacombs began to
make her bare skin shiver.  Reluctantly, Zara re-entered the Butcher's lair
long enough to gather her belongings and make a cursory search of the room. 
She found several pouches of gold, a potion of blue liquid, and an unstrung
hunter's bow.  Zara examined the hunter's bow carefully, judging that it would
be a good weapon once she could give it some proper care.  Packing her
discoveries, Zara donned her spare tunic after leaving the nightmarish lair of
the dead Butcher.  She carefully unrolled the scroll of Town Portal, reading
the words carefully until a glowing violet portal of magic spread open before
her.  Zara stepped through the magical gateway, satisfied that the first stage
of her quest was complete.
**********


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