Aaralon racked his brain for a way to save Camila.
He frantically looked for a weapon to slay the vine raping her.
Aaralon saw Vicera's discarded skirt. It was made of petals. But, not just any petals, they were serrated, steel like teeth could be seen from his vantage point.
Taking a gambit the naked Aaralon charged at the skirt, and grabbed it with his hand.
He screamed in agony. Indeed the petals were sharp, they created a massive cut in his hand. His primal instincts told him to ignore the pain, his target was in sight. Aaralon hurled the circular skirt like a boomerang. Using every bit of magic he had, he focused on keep its path steady and perfect.
He was successful. The shruinken-like attack cut right through the middle of the pulsing root, causing it to writhe in pain. Green and white blood poured from the jugular. The shruiken continued to fly through the landscape, decapitating dogs and trees as it slowly lost momentum, creating a path through the forest large enough for someone to squeeze through.
Aaralon, looked at Vicera's gawking face, he quickly cast a blind spell on her with her guard down. He grabbed Camila's drained body and ran. Aaralon lost speed upon nearing the clearing, his strength was not sufficient to keep running. He looked back at Vicera who was still thrashing in pain.
His mind began to comprehend the situation and he almost hit himself for not doing this earlier,
he cast a strength enchantment on himself and found renewed vigor in his legs. He began to run through the clearing as fast as his un-athletic legs could go.
The strength enchantment held for five minutes, and Aaralon found himself running out of breath. He was out of tricks too, he could not cast another spell, Vicera controlled this forest and could probably sense his magic if he casted anymore spells.
But he needed a plate of shelter. This forest was under the control of Vicera, he could not stay here on any circumstances.
Looking for signs of humanoid life Aaralon struggled to continue walking.
"Camila is much heavier than even his demonology book!" Aaralon panted out-loud. "...His demonology book!" he almost exclaimed.
"I can.. *pant* ..summon a demon to.. *pant*... carry Vicera for me.. *pant*" Aaralon calmed himself.
While Camila might kill him for summoning a demon afterward, he had no choice. Aaralon stuck his hand in his...
"Oh shit... when Vicera shredded my clothes she must have shredded the paper I copied my summons on.." he thought.
"Ok.. calm down Aaralon," he said to himself.
"You just saved Camila in a heroic show of skill! You can summon a demon from memory!" Aaralon convinced himself.
Aaralon racked his brain for a moment. He had read through the demonology book quite thoroughly, and he might be able to summon something. Finally, Aaralon's usually worthless memory saved him. In his mind he imagined a page from the book. On it was a picture of a large formless creature, created from living shadow. They were brainless oafs, filled with boundless stamina.
The blind spell he had placed on Vicera would be wearing off soon, she would start looking for him in a minute or so. It was doubtful she would be accustomed to demonic magics, so summoning a riftdrifter couldn't attract too much attention.
Aaralon grabbed 8 dried sticks from the forest after setting Camila's naked body down for a moment. The twigs were aligned by him in a delicate manner, each one was in the shape of a demonic rune. He then sprinkled some of Camila's pussy juice over each twig, and added a deer (which had been decapitated by his earlier attack) to the center of the circle.
Wasting no time Aaralon chanted words from memory, "Caer en derrota!"
A void opened up over the fallen deer and a lumbering hunk of shadows began to congregate at its corpse. The shadows consumed the deer and hovering in-front of Aaralon was his faithful servant.
"Krish'rah..." the shadowy figure moaned.
"Yes, yes! Krish'rah! carry the woman behind me and follow me, we must move with haste!"
The demon lifted Camila and threw her over his shapeless shoulder. While no eyes could be seen, the beast began to follow Aaralon.
"I see smoke north of here, let's go! There might be a refuge point somewhere around here!," Aaralon commanded.
Aaralon had never felt so in control, he was so full of confidence in himself. He recounted his success in his head, and pridefully ran to shelter.
To much of Aaralon's surprise, his demon servant was anything but brainless, he seemed very capable of understanding everything.
"Demons should be investigated more," he thought to himself. "The picture of this demon was horribly off, it looks only vaguely like the picture in the book,"
Aaralon remember what he had repeated earlier at the camp.
"Many demons are harmless," his mind arrived at.
Aaralon began to speak with his pet.
"Krish'rah, have you ever been to this planet?"
"Yes," the beast said.
"Have you been in this area?"
"All forests look a like to me," Krish'rah echoed.
"Are--" Aaralon was cut off.
"There is a radiant source of power coming from behind us, master," the shadowy creature moaned.
"Crap... Krish'rah, do you have any abilities we can use to avoid her or get to safety faster?" Aaralon panicked, picking up the pace.
"I could plant a trap that the monster would surely run over in it's fury,"
"Do it!"
Aaralon could see a flock of birds scattering some 300 feet behind them.
Krish'rah slowed for a second, and out-stretched a tendril of darkness. He pointed it at an approaching tree and fired at it, a large thin beam of shadow energy cut multiple trees at their bases. Causing them to start falling. Krish'rah then shot to his left, creating a massive hole in the ground. A small thin layer of shadow left his form and slithered to the hole as they rapidly left the downed trees. The shadow energy created an illusion, filling the hole.
"It is done," Krish'rah said in monotone.
"Good! Now keep going, we'll be at whatever that source of smoke in a minute! If its a town they're bound to have guards to protect us!"
Krish'rah began to clear more trees as they ran. Apparently, Krish'rah's trap had worked, for Vicera or whoever might be chasing them could not be seen or heard.
The group rounded the corner slightly relieved that the imminent danger had passed for a moment. Aaralon could finally see what they were approaching, they finished running up the fairly steep hill to find that the forest had ended there. The hill overlooked a small town, which had a column of smoke rising from a large stone building near the gates.
"Let's hurry Krish'rah!" he said to his servant.
"I can not go in there," the demon stated.
Aaralon conjured a large hooded cloak with a few words.
"Quickly, keep running until we're at the gates, then dive into my cloak,"
The demon did not like the idea, but he was bound to his master's will.
Aaralon conjured up a blanket as they ran. He stopped for a moment as he grabbed Camila from Krish'rah and wrapped her in it. He then set the girl back on his shoulders. Krish'rah dove under his cloak and they approached the raw iron gates.
Acting as best he could, Aaralon pleaded out of breath to the guard,
"Sir! Please let me in! I was traveling through the forest with my..wife.. when an evil vine woman attacked us! We need shelter!"
The guard was left in a sort of shocked state, he was attacked head on by this man with frantic pleas. The spear-wielding man gestured to the gate operator and they were let into the city.
"Thank you! I owe you my life!"
Aaralon quickly disappeared from sight, not wanting anymore attention. He figured he should get a room at an inn so they can rest the rest of the day.
"Oh shit I don't have any money," he sighed.
"What should I do Krish'rah?" he asked hopelessly.
"We should find an alley way for now," the demon whispered through his cloak.
Aaralon wandered through the city, making sure to keep the cloak tightly wrapped around his naked body. The roads were paved with stone bricks, and sand and dry grass dotted the city of clay and stone buildings.
Luckily Aaralon found a private alley way where he set Camila down.
"She's still out," he whispered.
"Must've really gotten exhausted from that whole encounter,"
Aaralon conjured Camila's favorite robe from memory and wrapped her in it. He clothed himself and looked at Krish'rah who hovered idle awaiting orders.
"I'll need your assistance one last time Krish'rah," he said.
Krish'rah was happy to hear he would no longer be in servitude, he eagerly asked for his master's last request,
"What is it master?"
Aaralon placed his hand on the demon's form. Shadows rocked back and forth like the ocean to his touch.
Unaware to Krish'rah, Aaralon mumbled an set of words he remembered from his demonology book.
Before Krish'rah could even become aware of his master's doings, the demon was assimilated into Aaralon. Shadowy energy embraced him and then everything was clear.
"Ha! It worked!" Aaralon beamed.
"What worked?" Camila said wide awake.
"Oh uh--Camila!" Aaralon almost assaulted the woman, but then his brain registered that there wasn't anything between them. So he helped her up.
"What happened? Where is Vicera? How the hell did you get us out of there!?" she backed him up against the clay wall of the alley. |