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Diablo: Zara's Quest
by PJ


Chapter 9

	The purple-robed priest walked across the uneven rock floor of the Pit,
watching the chained girls writhe in their bonds with mild interest.  He halted
in front of Bilefroth's throne, taking in everything around him while holding
his hands clasped together behind his back.

	"This is most distressing," said Lazarus mildly.  "Will your master be ready?"

	"He says that the intruders have entered his lair.  He is confident that he
can dispatch them," replied the red armored knight in a deep hollow voice.

	"I hope so, for his sake," smiled Lazarus, grasping a young girl by her hair,
exposing her neck before he sank his fangs into her tender throat.  "I expect
Zara and her slut companion to be dead by the time I finish feeding here."


	Zara snapped three flaming arrows with Flamedart, impaling an advancing Steel
Lord in the breast plate.  The burning shafts snapped against its armor, the
fire failing to leave even scorch marks.

	"They're immune to fire!" shouted Zara, extending her left hand to cast a
spell.

	"That doesn't leave me much left!" replied Isolde, casting Charged Bolt at
another blade swinging Lord.  The electrical dart snapped against the Steel
Lord's arm, making it jerk reflexively.
Zara cast Chain Lightning, sending several crackling balls of light into the
midst of five Steel Lords.  The spheres exploded in violent flashes, ripping
the armored suits to pieces.  Isolde traded blows with the last remaining Lord,
her magical staff creating red sparks when it smacked into the sword-wielding
Lord.  She slammed her staff into the Lord's stomach, then chopped his helmet
off with a swift downward swing.  The Steel Lord slumped to the floor and fell
apart, the evil spirit inhabiting the suit released for its descent to Hell.

	"The Warlord of Blood should be nearby, according to the Steel Tome Cain
read," remarked Isolde while she searched further into the wide passage.

	"He is, I sense him," said Zara, a flaming arrow readied in Flamedart.

	"Then gaze upon me, wench, and die!"  declared the Warlord, swinging down with
a massive two-handed sword.

	Both girls dived away in opposite directions, Isolde preparing a spell while
Zara fired her shaft.  The arrow cracked against the Warlord's black
breastplate, failing to even scratch it.

	"Damn!  Everything on this level is immune to fire!" snarled Zara, shouldering
Flamedart to draw Doombringer from its back sheath.  The ebony bastard sword
gleamed from the light of Isolde's staff as she smashed blades with the
Warlord.  The Warlord knocked Zara back, raining more blows against the slim
girl.  Zara dove under a swipe, stabbing the Warlord in the belly.  The Warlord
hissed in pain, smashing his sword in the floor next to Zara, digging a deep
cleft in the rock.  Isolde chanted frantically, launching several Charged Bolts
from her hand towards the Warlord.  The magical darts impacted over the
Warlord's right arm, making him miss Zara in mid sword swipe.  Zara took the
opening to sever the Warlord's left arm, Doombringer cutting easily through the
monster's thick platemail.  The Warlord shrieked loudly, staggering backwards. 
Zara cast Lightning Bolt at her retreating foe, the sizzling shaft smashing
through the Warlord's torso.
The evil creature doubled over, black smoke flowing from the rent in his armor
just before he exploded in a cloud of black vapor and metal debris.
	"He wasn't too tough," grinned Zara, wiping sweat from her forehead.

	"We've had enough practice," retorted Isolde, returning her friend's smile.

	"You tired yet?"

	"No, I still have plenty of mana left, let's keep going."

	The two girls resumed their walk down the long dark hallway, Isolde's staff
lighting the way before them.


	The young naked girl bounced on Lazarus' lap as the priest fucked her tight
cunt.  He held lightly to the chain attached to the collar around her neck. 
Lazarus pumped his cock into the moaning girl's pussy, enjoying the feel of her
narrow vagina around his tool.  He clasped her right buttock, caressing the
smooth flesh while he forced himself into the helpless girl's belly.  Lazarus
slid his hand up the girl's perspiring bare back to a place just below her
shoulder blades.  He pushed the girl against him, her left breast pressed
warmly over his face.  As his orgasm exploded within the groaning child, he bit
the lower portion of her tit, gnawing deeply into her flesh until he reached
her heart's blood.  The girl groaned weakly, her lips trembling before death
claimed her.
Her blood washed over Lazerus' ecstatic face, he lapped up her sweet life
eagerly.  Letting the dead girl fall bonelessly to the floor, Lazerus wiped his
mouth with the wide sleeve of his robe, standing up from Bilefroth's chair.  He
glanced down at the two naked girls sitting below him, one blonde and a very
young brunette.

	"My lord will be pleased with such gifts," smiled the priest, taking the
girls' leashes from a waiting Advocate.  Lazarus dragged the two girls after
him, leaving the lava-filled chamber adorned with a crop of bloodless female
corpses.


	"No!  You can't stay here again!" exclaimed Zhar, stomping his slippered foot
on the floor for emphasis.

	"Please, Zhar, Isolde and I need to rest up for our battle with Diablo,"
purred Zara, running a finger under the wild-haired mage's bearded chin.

	"You're fooling yourself, girl!  Diablo will suck your bones dry!" giggled the
mad wizard.

	"Then why did you help me?" retorted Zara, her lips very close to Zhar's.

	"I can never say no to a pretty girl, that's why I live down here," sighed the
mage.  "Alright, you can stay one more night."

	"Thank you!" grinned Zara, kissing Zhar quickly on the lips.

	
	"Women," sighed Zhar to himself, bolting the door to his library after Zara
and Isolde walked in.

	The two girls walked down aisles of books, finally reaching the far wall of
the library.  Zara opened a door next to the portal to Zhar's bedroom, entering
an identical bedchamber that had seen little use.  

	"So, we're finally at the end," said Isolde, leaning her staff against the
wall before slipping out of her robes.

	"Yes, Diablo is very close now," agreed Zara, unfastening the straps of her
Armor of Valor.

	"We may not survive this next battle," observed Isolde, climbing onto the
spacious bed.

	"Then we better wish each other luck," chuckled Zara, joining Isolde on the
bed, cupping her companion's chin with her right hand.

	Zara and Isolde kissed enthusiastically, sucking loudly on each other's
mouths.  Zara fondled Isolde's right breast as she kissed the girl's lips and
neck.  Isolde lay back against one of the bed's pillows, spreading her legs
apart for her auburn haired lover.  Zara straddled Isolde's body, lowering her
face into Isolde's pussy while placing her own crotch over the girl's lips. 
Isolde thrust her mouth onto Zara's pink cunt, sucking her labia hungrily. 
Zara licked down Isolde's slit before licking and gently biting her inner
thighs.  Isolde moaned, lapping at Zara's clit until the older girl grinded her
pussy against the mage girl's eager lips.  Isolde reached down to squeeze
Zara's tits while she slid her tongue into the rogue's moistening cunt.  Zara
held Isolde's legs apart as she nuzzled within her trembling pussy, licking the
soft flesh of her wet vagina.

	Zara sat up on Isolde's face, pumping her hips while fondling her own firm
round tits.  She licked her lips, groaning softly with pleasure as Isolde
sucked her cunt, an eager tongue writhing within her hole.  The rogue moved
from Isolde's face to her crotch, sitting in the girl's lap, pulling her up so
their nipples rubbed together.  Zara and Isolde kissed again, their tongues
fencing while they smacked their pussies together, mixing their juices between
their bare thighs.  They clutched each other's asses, thrusting together,
crushing their tits, feeling sweat slide over the other girl's hot flesh.  The
girls' heads swung right and left, their mouths locked in a frenzied embrace,
moaning softly as their cunts throbbed in climax.  Zara pressed her cheek
against Isolde's, listening to her lover's husky groans while sticky cum
splattered against her own dripping slit.

	"Whatever happens, I love you," whispered Zara, kissing Isolde softly on the
lips.  Isolde smiled, placing her hands on Zara's cheeks before returning the
kiss passionately.

	"Crazy girls," muttered Zhar from his listening spot on the other side of the
bedroom door.
Shaking his head, the old mage limped back to his well-loved books.


	
	The young brunette girl fell limply from Diablo's lap, her crotch glistening
with fresh blood.  The demon lord grunted in satisfaction, grasping the dead
girl's neck to toss her over the body of the blue-skinned blonde.  Diablo rose
from his throne of bones, his hoofs grating against the stone floor as he
walked to a single skull dais.  Red vapor rose from the top skull, forming an
image of a dark hallway.  Two girls walked towards him, one an armor-clad
warrior with a flaming bow, the other a robed sorceress with a glowing long
staff.

	"They come.  Finish them, my slave," snarled Diablo, glancing at Lazarus, who
stood pensively behind him.

	"They will die, dread lord," promised the priest, racing out of the large
throne room.

	"Pity I won't be able to sample them," chuckled Diablo, his black eyes
twinkling with mirth.


	Zara and Isolde entered a large square room with a glowing red pentagram in
the center of the floor.  Zara searched the room for ambushers while Isolde
examined the sigil.

	"This teleporter is dormant," reported the mage.

	"Over here," said Zara from the far end of the room.

	Isolde went to Zara's side, where the rogue stared at a black wood staff
sitting in a holder.
Isolde examined the staff intently without touching it, finding nothing amiss
with the weapon.

	"It looks safe enough."

	Zara nodded, grasping the staff and removing it from the holder.  A swirling
purple gateway opened within the wall in front of them, a vortex of energy
twisting to some unknown destination.

	"Well?" asked Isolde.

	"Here goes nothing," smiled Zara, leading the way into the portal.  

	The companions teleported into a narrow passage, with branches going left and
right.  Zara took the right hand passage, following it for over a dozen meters
until it opened into a rectangular room.  When Zara passed the entrance's
threshold, a large cage lowered open, releasing a crowd of hissing succubi. 
Zara cursed, swirling her hands in spell gestures.  Isolde hastily raised a
mana shield, deflecting several firebolts hurled by charging succubi.  Zara
finished her spell, throwing four balls of lightning towards the advancing
monsters.  Lightning bolts exploded and filled the room, devouring the succubi,
tearing them limb from limb.  When the carnage was over, Zara discovered a
white disk of light in the center of the room.  The rogue stepped on the disk,
expecting another teleporter.  Zara didn't disappear, but the disk did switch
from white to red.

	"A lock?" asked Isolde.

	"Probably, let's check the other passage," said Zara.

	The questers returned to where they entered the area, finding that the entry
portal had disappeared.  Shrugging, the companions took the left hand passage,
finding a second chamber filled with snarling succubi.

	"I'll handle this," said Isolde, hefting her staff as she passed through the
doorway.  The cage bars in the room slid to the floor, releasing the penned in
monsters.  Isolde closed her eyes, whispering quickly.  The succubi's screams
shook the room's walls as they roared towards the lone mage.  Isolde opened her
eyes, thrusting her staff forward.  The staff flared with light as the succubi
were engulfed in white hot flames.  The monsters screamed in a chorus of agony
before they all disappeared in a large cloud of ash.  Zara whistled in
appreciation as Isolde walked deeper into the room and daintily stepped on the
glowing disk in the center of the room.

	"Shall we go?" asked Isolde smugly.

	When the companions returned to the entry point of the passage, a glimmering
red disk sat on the floor.  The girls stepped on the disk, which transported
them to yet another chamber.  This room was huge, stretching out far before
them, held up by thick stone pillars with veins of gold shining within them. 
Lazarus descended from an altar near the far wall, his purple robes billowing
around him.  A thick hood hid his features, but his voice was strong.

	"Well met, fair damsels.  You have journeyed far and endured much to meet my
lord, but I'm afraid that he isn't admitting anyone at the moment.  Perhaps I
could assist you?" offered the 
priest wryly, his hands smoldering with gentle flames.

	"We have traveled through your nest of evil to destroy your foul master.  If
he is too cowardly to face us, we will slay you in his stead," declared Zara,
drawing back her bow smoothly.

	"Then let the dance begin," retorted Lazarus, throwing two Fireballs at the
two girls.  Isolde erected a mana shield as Zara fired several arrows at the
standing priest.  Lazarus grunted when the arrows pierced his chest, prompting
him to disappear in a column of blinking gold lights.  Zara and Isolde moved
back to back, scanning the shadows for the priest.  Isolde invoked her magic,
and when Lazarus reappeared in a second pillar of lights, a three headed dragon
awaited him.  Lazarus didn't even have time to curse before the dragon breathed
three streams of fire onto him.  The priest screamed, his robes disintegrating
before the flames seared his flesh.  Lazarus raised his own mana shield at the
same moment that the dragon disappeared.  Four more arrows thunked into the
priest's back, making him stagger forward.  Lazarus snarled, his burnt face
twisting with hate as he summoned more fireballs, hurling them at the two
stationary girls.  Isolde's shield deflected the flaming spheres, allowing Zara
to send a constant stream of arrows at the staggering priest.  Three more
arrows smacked into Lazarus' shoulders and side.  He spat a thick glob of
blood, grimacing while he threw a Lightning Bolt at his foes.  Working on
another spell, Isolde couldn't maintain her shield, allowing the tongue of
lightning to smash into Zara.  The rogue flew back, crashing into the wall
behind her.  She groaned as she slid to the floor, her back throbbing with
pain.

	Lazarus grinned darkly, performing the gestures for another lightning strike. 
The priest's chants stammered to a halt when he noticed Isolde was finished
with her spell, a triumphant smile on her lovely face.  A blast of heat made
Lazarus' back shiver, prompting him to look behind himself.  A huge column of
spinning fire roared towards Lazarus, as unavoidable as death.  The priest's
shield ripped like thin cloth, not even slowing the Elemental from its advance.
 Lazarus screeched briefly when the vortex of fire washed over him, reducing
him to ash in the blink of an eye.  The Elemental disappeared with a whoosh of
displaced air, Isolde leaning heavily on her staff from the strain of summoning
it.

	"Nice work," complimented Zara, wrapping her arm around Isolde's waist for
support.  The mage leaned gratefully against her friend, taking a moment to
regain her breath.  When Isolde
had rested for a time, the companions returned to their entry point, where
another teleporter disk waited.  When the girls used it, the teleporter hurled
them back to the pentagram room.  The sigil pulsed with a bright ruby light,
pounding like a beating heart.  In the center of the pentagram lay a single
teleporter disk, glowing expectantly.  Isolde grasped Zara's hand, squeezing it
affectionately.
Zara kissed the mage one last time before leading them towards the waiting
teleporter.


	When Zara and Isolde appeared in Diablo's throne room, a large red claw shot
forward, impaling Isolde.  

	"Isolde!" Zara screamed, watching in horror as Diablo raised his hand into the
air, regarding his prey with malicious amusement.

	"Stay back!" gasped Isolde, blood vomiting from her mouth as she raised
Immolator above her head.  She smashed the staff onto Diablo's finger, causing
a huge fireball to erupt around both of them.  Zara was knocked off her feet
from the blast, her eyes wide in awe as roaring flames filled the chamber. 
Staggering to her feet, Zara readied her bow when the flames abruptly died,
leaving Diablo unharmed.  The demon lord brushed ash from his claw, lowering
his eyes towards the gaping rogue.

	"Weak human magic," smiled Diablo, roaring defiantly before charging towards
Zara.  The rogue cursed, snapping arrows at the demon while running to her
right.  Arrows dug into Diablo's red flesh, enraging him even more.  A claw
smashed into the wall above Zara, sending rock flying around the dodging girl. 
Zara aimed carefully, sending a flaming shaft hurling towards Diablo's face. 
The demon lord screamed when the arrow found its mark, impaling his left eye. 
Black blood gushed from the wound, covering the left side of Diablo's face as
he pounded his fists on the ground near Zara.  The rogue dived before the fists
struck, rolling to her feet before firing more arrows at the demon's back. 
Diablo grunted when half a dozen arrows sliced into his back, making him
shudder in pain.  Diablo spun quickly, thrusting out a fist at Zara.  The rogue
dived under the massive fist, regaining her feet to launch another salvo at the
wounded demon.  One arrow slashed Diablo's right cheek as several others
stabbed into his side and leg.  Stumbling down, Diablo reached for the annoying
girl.  Zara dropped her bow, drawing Doombringer in one fluid motion.  She
ducked under Diablo's arm, running till she reached his face.  Zara thrust out
with Doombringer, ramming it to the hilt in Diablo's exposed throat.  Diablo
choked loudly, grasping the blade nestled inside him.  He staggered back,
tripping over one of his own hoofs to fall with a wall shaking crash.  Diablo
gasped for air, blood frothing from his mouth before he grew still and
perished.

	Zara fell to her knees, her arms shaking with exhaustion.  Remembering Isolde,
Zara began weeping until Diablo's body started to transform.  The demon lord's
corpse collapsed to black vapor, boiling in a small dark cloud.  Zara shot up
to her feet, glancing around the room in a panic.
She ran to the end of the room where the throne lay, finding a pedestal with
two halves of a rune- covered stone orb.  Zara remembered what Cain had told
her and Isolde in their last trip to the surface, how Diablo had been
imprisoned in something called a Soulstone.  Zara pressed the two halves of the
stone together, shaking with desperation.  The Soulstone didn't reseal itself,
the runes upon it merely glowed weakly.  Zara turned, stones still in hand, to
see the black vapor slowly reforming into Diablo's shape.

	"I don't want to do this," whispered Zara.  "I don't have the strength."

	"Surrender to despair, girl," laughed Diablo, eyes burning red within the
churning black cloud.  "I cannot die!  Nothing can stop me!"

	"I can," swore Zara, walking into the caustic vapor, the smoke searing her
lungs.  She slowly brought the Soulstone together, the runes' light increasing
as they came closer.

	"No!" exclaimed Diablo, his eyes flaring with disbelief.  The Soulstone pulsed
as it drew Diablo's essence from the air and deposited it within Zara.  Zara
gasped sharply, her body on fire with agony as the demon lord was imprisoned
inside her.  Diablo managed one last echoing scream before he disappeared into
his new prison.  The Soulstone's light faded, just before it crumbled into dust
and fell from Zara's limp fingers.  Zara shuddered in revulsion, her stomach
rolling with nausea.  She could feel Diablo inside her, pounding at the
spiritual walls of his confinement.

	"I must keep him imprisoned, for Isolde," grunted Zara, her hand pressed
against her belly.
She summoned a Town Portal, stumbling inside it, praying that she was strong
enough to protect the world from the evil of Diablo.

THE END.


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