She opened her eyes.She opened her eyes. In the background, she heard the sounds of the whip and the screams of her mouth, but in her eyes she saw only a door. A curious, oaken door, encarved with runes, and at the center it read, simply, Aimee'. She knew where she stood, and she knew there was no reason to fight. She threw the door open and waited for the demon to come for her. It came. A green, ugly thing, shaped like a man with the head of a cow and the muscles of some corrupt machine, it charged for her, its face lewd and grinning. But as it lunged for the door, she felt a coolness about her throat, and then something... someone blocked her view. A sword of icy blue flickered in her vision, and a squeal of indignant pain echoed out in the corridors of her mind. Then the body in her way was gone, running after the demon it... she had struck with the sword. She was dressed in leathers of the same cold blue of the sword. Aimee' looked out, wondering what she was staring it. The sky was a light grey color, and before her spread a cold, flat, sheet of dark grey ice. In the distance, two figures fought, the woman with the sword, and the green and hateful demon. The demon sprang for the woman, and the woman blocked the airborne monster with an easy swipe of the sword. The demon thudded across the ice. "Girl!" she shouted at Aimee'. "You must kill Teltirray! I will not be able to hold this creature forever!" "I don't know how!" "Yes, you do! Now go!" The woman gestured, and a blue bolt flew at Aimee', striking her body. She looked out into the world. Her vision was blurred, and Teltirray was panting, holding the whip in one hand, but he was not hitting her anymore. "Why don't you die?" he screamed at her. "Die, you stupid bitch! Die!" He looked at her, his eyes fixed at her. "I'll make you hurt so much the demon will be sure to find your soul. To the Dark with whips." He reached forward, his hand on her belly, and began chanting. Aimee' recognized the spell, The Pain That Will Kill, and accepted it into her body. |