Demons Always Have Secrets

Demons Always Have Secrets

Postby Zorana » Wed Jan 21, 2004 12:07 am

She stalked a set of cloven hoofprints, slinking between the shadows of trees. There was no pattern to it's rampage; it simply destroyed, and lusted after death and blood. She was far more cautious, her steps silent, even on the ice and forest debris. She used the cold to her advantage and searched for warm spots, knowing that they would be more demons with black fire for blood.

Many of her knives had shed demon blood this night, all in a search for the one who had begun this battle - Seranos. She found no trace of him anywhere in Myrken Wood. He had run, and she hated him all the more for his cowardice.

"Filthy demon. Go hifreann leat..!" she cursed through clenched teeth. The words choked in her throat. The trees broke, and the clearing ahead was full of rotting demonflesh. The ground puddled with poisoned blood, and it stank with the horror of what had been here.

She followed the trail, stepping lightly over the pockmarked ground. The toes of her boots barely touched the icy soil, and she left no sign that she had been there, or seen the digusting demon remains. The trail was easy to follow - such a huge swath cut in the forest, trees felled by the passing of whatever had raged there.

And it ended in a large depression that had not been there before. Around it, the ground was scorched. No tree had survived the fire - it looked as if there had been fire - intact. Over the burnt ground was a thin layer of blueish ice. She knew the forest, better than the guardsmen did. There had been a rock there once, a rock shaped much like a thumb. It was gone, launched at least thirty feet from it's previous position, and lying on it's side. She crouched slowly, ears focused on the surrounding forest. She would let no demonspawn catch her unawares tonight.

Carefully, she inched forward, and extended her left hand. She glanced, for an instant, at her forearm, and her expression hardened. Her shirt was ruined. The spell had destroyed the delicate silk in seconds, and while she did not regret her lack of serious injury, the fact that a very personal part of her life was now quite visible irked her. She rubbed her tattoed forearm, and then scooped to lift small pieces of soil. "D**n Seranos. Lightning. F**king lightning!" she snarled. She crushed the soil and hit the ground hard with her fist.

And she heard a soft, very soft sound. A sound like pebbles skittering down the side of a well. It was faint, and she was uncertain. Carefully, she punched the ground again. If nothing happened, it would simply be therapeutic. The sounds of falling pebbles and dirt clods whispered just at the edges of her hearing once more.

She narrowed her eyes, and backed slowly away from the depression, and the disturbing clearing surrounding it. There was more to this, suddenly, than Seranos' cloven-hooved monsters. There was something else, much larger, who hated them as much as she did. Something that could make a hole almost twenty feet in diameter.

Carefully, she climbed into a tree, to perch and watch that spot until the sun rose. She killed one more demon who strayed too close, but trusted the others to the Order of Straka.

She did not notice the cold, only the subtle shifting of the ground as it settled... over the tunnel.
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