Halfling (editing in process)

Chapter Tweleve

"How in the name of the Goddess are we supposed to find her in this gods' forsaken place?" Javen questioned darkly, his bow drawn as he stumbled through the squirming terrain.

Payne accompanied him through the void, the screams and moans coming from all around making her skin tingle. There was pain here, oh yes, glorious agony that had her body and mind riled up. Normally she would go seek them out, to revel in their torture, to watch, join in until she could take no more; but not this time. No; she pushed away the delicious heat that flowed through her, she was on a mission.

"Demon!" Javen hissed.

"Hmm?" Payne questioned, looking around.

"I said how the hell are we supposed to find her? I can't see my hand in front of my face."

Payne groaned lightly and stroked her fingers through her hair. "I'm not sure. It was Lucien's idea to poof us in here, not mine. I've never been in here before." She paused as a red glow pierced the darkness, casting a small bubble of light that showed the dark figure of Azael, and her Aria on the ground in front of him. His fingers stroked down her spine, the scene making her blood boil.

Javen's arrow hit the man's shoulder right before Payne tackled him from behind, her nails, curved into sharp claws, dug into his neck as fury boiled through her in tides. Azael cursed and tried to fight her off, another arrow striking him in the stomach and in the side. Payne latched onto him, her nails clawing into his flesh, her eyes casting their own red glow as she tried to tear him apart, the feeling of flesh ripping under her nails only fueling her rage. Creatures began to take shape, their green eyes glittering in the darkness as they hissed and attacked Javen, who tore them apart with elven spells, the beautiful elven runes on his arm beginning to glow with a soft white light. He moved to Aria and pulled her upwards, looking to Payne and wincing lightly. The woman had warped since he had last seen her in the cave. Sharp, curved horns had appeared on her head, a whip like tail, the end a sharp point that stung into the other demon's flesh, her eyes were red and her teeth were that of a beast. She was tearing into him with everything she had. Crossed on her features was a dual blade of fury and ecstasy, a mixture that made Javen sick to his stomach. He pulled the sobbing girl close to him, his heart blazing with wrath and a soft sorrow; no one deserved that fate, not his mother, not his half-sister, and not the people that were trapped within the hell around them. Hatred bubbled within him for the demon Payne was attacking, the one that had tortured his mother, the one that had killed her, and to make things worse, had nearly forced himself on the creature that was of his blood.

He lifted his bow again, and fired three more arrows, careful not to hit Payne. Two of them hit on either side of the man's chest, and the last hit home, buried into the softening erection between his legs. The demon howled and collapsed, shadow bursting out of him and throwing Payne into the darkness, the glow from her eyes the only way Javen could see her. And then the three disappeared.

Behind Azael, Lucien appeared, a wicked grin coming onto his face.

"Hello Master."