Luther's Adventure Log

Out With A Bang

"So what do you reckon is behind this door?" I asked, looking up at it.

"This giant door." Giovanni said, following my gaze. "Probably the big boss."

"So... what, the whiny emo kid?"

"That gets my vote."

"Alright, then. Let's go kick his ass!"

The six of us shoved the doors open and headed right in.

"I have raged and wrought destruction." Growled a powerful, demonic voice. This was not at all the voice of a whiny teenager with a persecution complex. "Naught shall remain." Still talked like one, though. Giovanni and I nodded at each other, then headed up the stairs and through the doorway.

Sitting there in front of us at the end of the grand hall was a huge... demonic thing. I could only describe it as a giant purple devil. It was hunched on a ruined stone throne, glaring hatefully at the ground, sulking hardcore. Slowly, it raised its massive horned head to glare at us, spreading its wings as it did so. Then it stood up and flapped its wings once, crossing the distance to us in an instant and landing in front of us with a huge boom, the stone floor cracking under the impact.

"You've met him..." Olra's voice said in our heads.

"Olra? What the hell? How are you talking to me?" I asked, confused.

"He was my master, though it was a hundred lifetimes past." Her voice continued.

"Your Master... are we hearing the Pawn Olra now?" Giovanni guessed, drawing his bow. "And can it possibly wait until a better time?"

"When he came to face the Dragon, he was given a choice too hard, too cruel to make."

"I guess not." I sighed, readying my own bow. "But I mean, put your old girlfriend out of her scaly misery or kill your current girlfriend? Seems like an easy choice."

"He could live with neither answer, and so he offered only a curse in reply. Those words saw him become the monster he is now."

"No paths lead hence." It said ominously, kicking Herman through a stone pillar. The pillar collapsed, showering us with rubble. Miraculously, Herman had survived the kick, and army-crawled over to some junk lying on the ground to stuff his pockets.

"In granting him the cursed form he chose, the wyrm had held to its bargain....and I was the price." Olra continued, oblivious to the action going down. We didn't really have time to listen.

"Oh, shit." I said flatly, looking at the demon's evil sneer. I could feel the power radiating off this thing. It wasn't a pushover. This was going to stink.

"I was his Pawn, and his beloved besides. Please... You must free him."

"I'm a little busy trying not to die right now, Olra!" Giovanni shouted, dodging under another one of the demon's lightning-quick punches that shattered the ground behind him.

"Let your iron will be as a hammer to shatter the bonds of hate that keep him here." Olra continued, as if she didn't know how incredibly distracting she was being. "And if freedom is beyond his reach, pray offer him at least a peaceful end..."

"Repent the folly of ascribing meaning to the void." It said, backflipping and hurling rapid-fire icecicles at us. We barely managed to avoid them. Zarianna fired several arrows at it in quick succession, but it dodged, faster than my eyes could follow.

"Damn!" Zarianna cried, impressed in spite of herself.

"Please, ser... I beg you to help him." Olra said, ignoring this. "Let your will prove the stronger and crush the bonds of enmity that hold him." As she was saying this, the demon kicked me in the... well, the everything, and smashed me through one of the pillars. I coughed up blood and pushed myself to my feet, really wishing she would shut up.