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Diablo: Zara's Quest
by PJ
http://www2.fenetre.co.uk/pyros/pj.htm

Chapter 8

     Streams of lava boiled across the length of the rough walled cavern.  The
heat was
indescribable, it washed across the harshly lit chamber in hazy waves.  A score
of naked young
girls adorned the floor and walls of the Pit, bound in place with thick iron
neck collars attached to
chain leashes.  Bilefroth sat in his rock-hewn throne, watching over his
hellish domain
complacently.  Two Fallen Ones dragged a girl with shoulder length curly blonde
hair up to
Bilefroth's throne, shoving her to the floor.

     Bilefroth leaned down, grabbing the girl's face in one massive claw.  He
pulled her towards
his crotch, letting her admire his long, quivering cock.  The girl whimpered
weakly before
Bilefroth shoved her mouth against his pole.  The Overlord hissed with pleasure
as the girl's warm
mouth slipped over his cock, her lips caressing his pulsing fuckmeat.  Loud
slopping sounds
echoed within the lava-lit cavern, the girl's head bobbing up and down over the
demon's member.
Bilefroth held the girl's head in both of his claws, growling out the words of
a dark spell.  Bilefroth
orgasmed quickly, shooting his cream into the helpless girl's throat. 
Bilefroth shouted out the last
word of his enchantment, pushing the naked girl away as she swallowed the last
dreg of his foul
seed.  

     The trembling girl screamed as the Overlord's semen burned inside her
belly.  She folded
into a ball, clutching her knotted stomach, moaning softly in agony.  Bilefroth
watched in
amusement while the shaking girl transformed before him, growing black wings
from her back,
small horns from her head, and sharp, rending claws from her once delicate
hands.  The girl
uncoiled and rose to her feet, smiling wantonly at her lord.  She swept stray
blonde hair out of her
face, swaying seductively to stand proudly before Bilefroth.

     "I name you Witchfire, the Unholy.  I command you to go to Tristram and
destroy the
young woman known as Zara," grunted Bilefroth.

     "I will," bowed the lithe succubus.   


     Zara lay in her bed, her skin beaded with sweat.  She stared up at the
crossbeams of the
cottage ceiling, her lips trembling.  Adria climbed up into the small bedroom,
sitting at the bedside
before wiping Zara's pale forehead with a cool, damp cloth.

     "I'm so sorry about Isolde," murmured Zara weakly, staring up into Adria's
eyes.

     "It wasn't your fault," smiled Adria, dabbing at Zara's temples.

     "I looked for her, I really did, but I couldn't find her," moaned Zara,
turning her face back
towards the ceiling.

     "You'll be better soon, then I know you will find her," soothed Adria,
rising from her seat
to give the young rogue time to rest and heal.  "I have faith in you."


     Witchfire entered Ogden's tavern at dusk.  She was dressed in a tight
leather vest and snug
black leather breeches with boots.  The few patrons drinking tonight raised
their heads to glance at
the new arrival, then widened their eyes when they beheld the young woman's
overpowering
beauty.  Witchfire smiled at the patrons, her curved lips promising every
pleasure the men could
imagine.  She swayed over to the bar, where Ogden gaped at his alluring guest.

     "Excuse me, kind sir.  I'm looking for a rogue known as Zara.  Do you know
where she
might be?" smiled Witchfire seductively.

     "Uh, um, Zara?  Oh!  She's staying with the witch Adria, at the
northeastern edge of
town," replied Ogden with a nervous chuckle.

     "Thank you," breathed Witchfire, blowing Ogden a kiss before leaving the
bar.  The
succubus was blocked at the doorway by a young villager who smiled handsomely
at her.

     
     "You look as if you've walked far.  Would you care to share a flask of
wine in a private
room upstairs?" asked the boy hopefully.

     "Why, yes.  I would like that," grinned Witchfire expectantly.


     Witchfire pounced on the young man as soon as he closed and latched the
door of the
small bedroom.  She spun him around to face her, holding him against the closed
portal as she
kissed him hungrily on the lips, her tongue probing inside his surprised mouth.
 She slid her hands
underneath his shirt, raking her nails softly across his flat chest and
stomach.  The boy moaned
with pleasure, running his hands through her thick golden hair.  The lovers
kissed for several
breathless moments, before Witchfire lowered her face to the boy's belly and
licked up his torso.
When the succubus was done tasting the boy's flesh, she allowed him to untie
her vest and suckle
on her enticing breasts.  She groaned softly as the boy licked and sucked
energetically on her pert
nipples.  The boy's hands wandered to her taut buttocks, he squeezed them
lustfully, rubbing one
of his hands between her thighs.  Witchfire smiled wickedly while she rubbed
her nose and mouth
over his head, pressing the boy's face against her jutting tits.

     The succubus took the boy's arms and twirled him over to the small bed. 
After the boy fell
atop the sheets, Witchfire slowly discarded her open vest then pulled down her
breeches.  The
villager panted with anticipation as he clumsily threw off his own shirt and
yanked off his pants.
Witchfire climbed atop her lover like a wanton cat, kissing the boy's legs,
stomach, and shoulders.
The lovers' mouths met again, they embraced desperately, driven by lust. 
Witchfire dragged her
long blonde hair across the boy's face and chest as she positioned her pussy
over his rock hard
cock.  The succubus lowered herself onto the boy's shaft, moaning in bliss as
she felt his pole ram
up into her vagina.  Witchfire held onto the boy's bare shoulders as she humped
his tool, her
breasts quivering from each of her thrusts.  The naked boy grunted in ecstasy,
he gazed up at the
sweating succubus as if she were a goddess as she shoved her cunt over his
cock, her vagina
squeezing his shaft in a vice grip.  Witchfire pounded down against the boy
until she felt his
member shivering with approaching orgasm.  She bent down to kiss the panting
boy, licking his
trembling lips before fastening her mouth over his.  As the boy climaxed,
Witchfire sucked his
lifeforce, draining his muscled frame until nothing remained but a wrinkled,
dry husk.  The
succubus withdrew her mouth from the dead boy's, licked her wet red lips, then
hopped off the
body to retrieve her discarded clothing.


     Zara finished fastening the Armor of Valor over her torso, taking a moment
to rest her
aching body.  She slid a hand into her pack, withdrawing a precious potion of
Healing, popping
the lid, and draining the rich contents.  New life filled Zara's body,
dispelling the weakness that
lingered from her last spellcasting.  Zara fastened her pack over her
shoulders, grabbing her
hunter's bow before beginning her descent to the ground level of Adria's
cottage.

     "You should eat something before you go back," suggested Adria, placing a
loaf of fresh
steaming bread next to a plate of roast beef and vegetables.

     
     "Alright," smiled Zara, discarding her pack just as the outer door of the
cottage was
knocked upon.

     "Stay back," warned Zara, drawing her falchion before reaching out to
unbolt the door. 
Zara opened the door swiftly, catching Witchfire in the act of knocking a
second time.

     "Oh, hello," smiled Witchfire warmly, offering Zara her right hand in
greeting.

     "Who are you?" asked Zara, taking the young woman's hand hesitantly.

     "Why, my name is Wanda.  I'm a fellow Sister of the Sightless Eye!"

     "I'm glad to meet one of my sisters so far from home," replied Zara,
clasping Wanda's arm
with her other hand tightly.

     "May I come in?  I smell something wonderful!" 

     "I was just about to eat something before going to the cursed monastery,
have you heard
about it?" inquired Zara, escorting the blonde rogue into the cottage.

     "It was the reason I came here.  I was wandering up north when I heard
tales of an evil
growing near the town of Tristram.  I got here as quickly as I could to
investigate.  When I arrived
in Tristram, they mentioned a rogue who had already arrived and cleansed
several of the upper
catacombs," replied Wanda, sitting next to Zara at the small dinner table,
where Adria had already
set a plate for her.

     "With a fellow Sister guarding my back, I believe that my quest will
proceed much easier
now," remarked Zara.

     "I'm glad to help," smiled Witchfire, her eyes gleaming brightly.


     Zara slashed at the bat that swooped down upon her.  The glowing falchion
in her hand cut
effortlessly through the bat's thin hide, splitting it into two dripping
halves.  More bats dived
forward from the darkness, attracted by the light of Zara's blade.  Wanda stood
slightly ahead and
to the left of Zara, hacking at the charging bats with her own ordinary
falchion.  Zara took the lull
in combat to drop her sword and to unsling her hunter's bow.  Nocking an arrow,
Zara sent the
shaft slashing through the air, quickly chasing the first arrow with several
more.  Bats screeched
loudly, their cries reverberating through the wide corridor as they died in the
air.  Zara maintained
her arrow barrage until all of the bats had either perished or flown away in
retreat.

     "Nice shooting," complimented Wanda, sheathing her blade before retrieving
her
smoldering torch from the floor.

     "Thanks," grinned Zara, picking up her own bright falchion.  "I'd keep a
weapon ready,
anything can attack in this hellpit."
     "I will," nodded Wanda, extinguishing her torch to replace it with her own
bow.

     The two girls carefully resumed their advance into the corridor, eyes and
Sight searching
for any other signs of ambushers.  The rogues entered a second, wider hall
adorned with spaced
pillars of rock and evenly spaced stands with ugly winged statues perched upon
them.  Zara and
Wanda eyed the statues warily, slowly walking past them for the exit on the
other side of the
chamber.  When the rogues had reached halfway across the room, the statues near
the entrance
began to move, flexing their limbs before flapping clumsily into the air.

     "Zara!  Gargoyles!" warned Wanda, spinning in place to fire her bow at the
approaching
attackers.  Wanda impaled four arrows into one of the gargoyles, knocking him
from the air. 
More gargoyles began flapping to life, filling the room with their gaunt grey
hovering forms.  Zara
slashed out at the closest gargoyle, hacking its head from its shoulders. 
Wanda slew three more
distant monsters with her bow, her arm steady as she loosed shaft after shaft. 
Zara impaled a
second gargoyle in the belly, then cast Charged Bolt, filling the hall with
crackling blue lightning. 
Gargoyles screamed as the lightning tore them to pieces.

     Suddenly, two gargoyles jumped the girls from behind.  Zara was crushed to
the floor
while Wanda maintained her feet, struggling violently with the creature on her
back.  Wanda
smashed her bow against the gargoyle's gaping face, swatting it from her back. 
The rogue
dropped her shattered bow, drawing her sword just as the wounded gargoyle
pounced again.  Zara
cast Charged Bolt, pressing her crackling hand against her attacker's face. 
The monster howled
before the lightning that charged his body forced him to explode in a cloud of
debris.  Zara
staggered to her feet to watch Wanda slash her opponent's throat, then tear his
torso from crotch
to neck.  Wanda turned to regard Zara as the mortally wounded gargoyle
shattered into a pile of
rock chips behind her.

     "Shall we continue?" inquired Wanda courteously, waving her arm in welcome
towards the
far exit.


     "Witchfire is coming, I can feel her," rumbled Bilefroth from his place at
Leoric's side.

     "At last," smiled Leoric, cradling his gleaming black bastard sword,
Doombringer, in his
lap.


     "Isolde is nearby," whispered Zara, her Sight burning within her mind.

     "We should hurry, we don't know what foul things Leoric has done to her,"
urged
Witchfire, her falchion clenched in her hand.

     The succubus followed Zara as the rogue hastily led the way through
several empty rooms
to a single stone portal.  Evil runes adorned the edges of the stone block,
declaring the portal as the
entrance to King Leoric's tomb.

     "Be ready," said Zara before she grasped the edge of the door and pulled
out with all of
her strength.  The stone block moved aside easily, revealing a pitch black
chamber beyond.  Zara
drew her falchion, commanding the sword to glow before she proceeded. 
Witchfire stared at the
point on Zara's back where she would shove her blade.  The succubus pulled back
her sword arm
in preparation for striking just as Zara stabbed backwards without looking. 
Witchfire gaped at the
glowing blade lodged in her belly for one moment before she slid off and died.

     "Did you really think I would be fooled by a succubus?  You can't fool the
Sight so
easily," declared Zara, flicking Witchfire's blood from her blade casually.

     "I am impressed.  Let us see if you can justify your pride," retorted
Leoric, rising from his
throne while Bilefroth charged from the corner.  

     Zara calmly stretched out her hand, chanting arcane phrases as the
Overlord pounded
towards her, roaring at the top of his massive lungs.  Within a few feet of
reaching the rogue, a
Wall of Fire exploded to life under Bilefroth.  The Overlord screeched in
agony, his flabby flesh
bubbling under the intense heat.  Zara quickly cast a second spell, releasing a
long tongue of
Lightning into the burning demon's chest.  Bilefroth spat black blood,
clutching his smoldering
chest.  The auburn haired rogue readied her hunter's bow, firing a line of
arrows into Bilefroth's
torso.  Bilefroth jerked back with each projectile impact, eventually falling
limply onto his wide
back as death claimed him.

     The Wall of Fire died away when Zara stopped feeding it mana.  She slung
her bow and
drew her falchion, the blade pulsing with white light.

     "Well done, girl, but I'm afraid the game is up," said Leoric, leaping
from the darkness
with Doombringer upraised.  Zara parried the blow, knocked backwards from the
force of the
King's swing.  Leoric chuckled softly as he slashed and stabbed, prodding Zara
backward into a
corner of the room.

     "I shall enjoy savoring your sweet pussy," drooled Leoric, taking a brief
moment to point at
Isolde, who hung limply from an iron cross on the far side of the room.

     "You'll die for that, bastard," snarled Zara, smacking away Leoric's sword
to impale him
in the stomach with her falchion.

     "A point for you," grunted Leoric, pulling Zara's blade out of his body
before smashing
the flat of Doombringer against her neck.  Zara flew across the room, smashing
into a wall before
landing on the floor in a moaning heap.

     "You are weak, like all of the living," said Leoric, striding confidently
towards the prone
rogue.

     Zara slowly turned her head to watch Leoric, raising her arm unsteadily. 
She cast Firebolt,
the sizzling ball of flame slicing swiftly through the air towards the undead
king.  Leoric blocked
the spell with Doombringer, the small sphere splashing apart against the oily
black steel.  Leoric
knelt down beside Zara, yanking her head back by her hair to kiss her on the
mouth.  The iron
Undead Crown on Leoric's brow glowed with a blood-red light as it drained Zara
of her life
energy.  Zara moaned weakly, her arms growing stiff and unmovable.

     "What pleasures I shall show you," hissed Leoric, licking Zara's neck,
wrapping his strong
arms around her slender waist.

     Zara smashed the heel of her palm against Leoric's forehead, snatching the
Undead Crown
from his brow as he staggered back.  She writhed out of the king's grip,
dropping his Crown to the
floor before smashing it with her glowing falchion.  Leoric roared helplessly,
his decayed flesh
swiftly crackling to dust and billowing to the floor.  He reached towards Zara,
his limbs crumbling
to a fine black powder.  Zara waved her hand in front of her face to keep from
breathing in the
foul dust, making sure that Leoric was no more before she turned to free Isolde
from her bonds.


     "I can never thank you enough for saving me," said Isolde, wrapped in her
favorite blanket
while sitting near the fireplace.  She held a steaming mug of soup in her
hands, gazing thankfully at
Zara and Adria, who sat opposite her in matching rocking chairs.

     "It's nothing that one sister wouldn't do for another," smiled Zara,
sipping from a mug of
hot chocolate.

     "I'm just glad to have you both back safe and sound.  Hopefully with mad
King Leoric
destroyed, the evil of the monastery has finally been purged," sighed Adria.

     "The evil remains," murmured Zara.  "I can still feel it with my Sight."

     "What could still be down there?" asked Isolde fearfully, clutching her
blanket around her
shivering body.

     "Lazarus," muttered Adria.

     "He is just a servant," replied Zara with a shake of her head.  "I feel an
ancient evil in the
bowels of the earth, something dark, something powerful."

     "I think I'm going to need more spells," observed Isolde with wide,
frightened eyes.
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