"Get down!" came the gravelly sepulchral voice of Grimm as his axe flew past Vengeance's head. The spirit quickly ducked down out of the way as the axe, surrounded by it's trademark light blue energy took out two more zombies.
The two living dead men stood back to back, fighting off the creatures.
"You're the biker we saw blow past us earlier." Grimm commented with another swing of his axe.
". . .yes," Vengeance answered, shattering another zombie with his strength.
"How did you know these things were here?" Grimm asked, kicking another corpses' head off of it's emaciated shoulders.
Vengeance deliberated on whether to answer or not, while transmitting his pain pulse through two more of the creatures, shattering them into dust.
"I've been fighting these things for months," the spirit's slightly muffled voice came through the dark red helmet, "trying to keep them contained here, looking for what may have brought them to life." A flash of blue light momentarily lights up Vengeance's next target. A preternaturally strong right cross explodes the being's head. The body drops to the ground. Vengeance notices a small blue glow around the creature's neck, similar to the one coming from Grimm's axe. "Finally, today, I thought I had found the source, an old sacrificial altar to the old ones in the cellar of an occult bookstore here in town. I shattered the altar, thinking I had destroyed the source of power for the creatures, but apparently, I was wrong." Vengeance glanced behind him, watching Grimm.
Grimm swung his axe, taking out more of the creatures, as Vengeance watched, he noticed similar small blue sparks from the fallen creatures, these sparks however leapt up from the corpses and joined with the energy flowing out of Grimm's axe.
"I think I know what the source is," Grimm said, his dropping a bit, his limbs continuing to swing back and forth steadily.
"Do you now?" Vengeance asked, reaching under his long coat with one arm and removing something from the side of his leather belt.
"It's me." Grimm said, taking another zombie's head off.
Vengeance turned around, raising his right hand, which now brandished an ornate sword hilt. Suddenly a flame erupted at the top of the hilt.
"You see, a few months back, I-" Grimm was interrupted by a searing pain and his abdomen. "AAAUUUGHHH!!" He gripped his side, dropping to his knees. He looked down at his stomach, which now sported a large searing cut, crackling and blistering. The black liquid which passed for blood in Grimm's body pouring forth from the wound. He looked up at Vengeance, who now stood above him, brandishing a flaming sword.
"Wh-what-" Grimm began to stammer.
"Several months ago," Vengeance began, "I was brought to this world by a human meddler in the dark arts," He reached up to his helmet and began to unfasten it with his free hand.
quote:
Not many months ago, Aurochs stumbled by chance over an authentic clay tablet of
Sumerian time, written by a slave writer of Gilgamesh himself. A tablet talking about
magic, the only one in the world containing the spell to summon angels.
“Leshi-unn, of the Kite floks, come! Clear the Earth from the walking dirt of Hell!”
A tall winged man, long black hairs, a long tunic interweaved of arcane symbols, appears, holding a flaming sword, right in front of Naecken.
"Clear the Earth from the walking dirt of Hell!" he commanded me. And I obeyed. . .I struck down one demon, only be killed by one of it's unholy allies." He removed his helmet revealing a once handsome face, now split down the middle by a gruesome red scar. It was a face Grimm remembered. . .
"I was killed by YOU."
quote:
Everyone in the tunnels had stopped. Naecken was down on his knees, one arm reached
up to the spot where his other had formerly been. He was screaming. Those who had
known him for some time were shocked into stillness.
Grimm looked over at Naecken and the being with the flaming sword who stood over him,
triumphantly, preparing what seemed to be a killing blow. A low growl began rising in
Grimm's throat. He turned and ran towards the being, chopping and cutting off limbs and
assorted parts of the strange amalgamated creatures along the way. The growl built until it
became a loud scream.
The angel began lowering his sword, aimed to take off Naecken's head. It was too far,
Grimm would not make it. Instinctively, he threw the axe, putting everything he had into
it. The vague blue energy glistened (it seemed as if briefly, for one nanosecond, the axe
appeared to be something else, a scythe? And then was an axe again.) as the axe flew
towards the angel's form.
Everything seemed to be going in slow motion.
The axe struck. Dead center in the middle of the angel's head, cleaving it in two right
down the middle. The angel fell back against one wall of the corridor and slumped down
to the floor. The flaming sword slowly stopped burning, to reveal a hilt with no blade.
Naecken seemed to have passed out.
Grimm just stood there. Watching. What had he just done? He didn't know, and tried to
put the possible origins of the being and consequences of killing one out of his mind.
Grimm looked up at the being before him, while holding his side. Zombies still milled about, surrounding them on both sides. And Vengeance readied his sword for another blow. . .
This just isn't my day, he thought to himself.
[ 02-28-2003, 11:15 AM: Message edited by: Grimm ]
