Satan's Dance: Mastery In The Cards

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"Lilith!! I found it!" Okura yelled for me.

"I'm here." I walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder as my eyes gazed to the huge wall. My mind kept going back to just earlier at my newfound mother's house but I tried pushed it away since we left to continue on.

"I can't figure out how to open it..Its sealed tight." Okura bent over, studying the wall. It was definitely the entrance. The sides of the stone door way had been carved out and had a different pattern then the rest of the wall.

"I'll figure it out, why don't you go and grab the food we put away." I mumbled as I pulled my dagger out and she gave a nod, "Okay. I'll meet you inside if its open." I watched her run off and tried sticking the tip of my blade into the side of the door and trying to pry it open. But the sturdy home refused to budge. So I slowly slid the blade all around in the carved sides of the hidden doorway, then there was a click, followed by a louder noise that appeared to be the door unbolting. I stared and yanked my blade out, pushing one hand to the cracked door. A loud crack rang as it pushed open. A sweat smell hit the top of my mouth as I stepped into the darkness.

(Okura's P.O.V)

I ran off, looking behind me for a glance to make sure Lilith was still there, speeding up some. The woods accelerated the twilight skies, shrinking what would normally take an hour into just a few long and stretched out minutes. By the time I had entered on the rocky and dented trail, cautiously avoiding the hoof-sized pools of black water that appeared to have been poisoned, the light that shone through the treetops had faded so little that I didn't even notice the difference. It wasn't a long trek; it was muddier than the first time we came through for sure, so now I would be able to get there faster. My eyes adjusted slowly to the encroaching gloom and it wasn't for ten minutes that I realized the sun wasn't penetrating the leaves like it was just minutes before and everything was noticeably darker than it should be and the air smelt of burning trees. I started to pick up her pace but in only five more minutes it was undeniably dark, I could no longer avoid the ruts in the path and then there was movement in a bush or tree sounded behind me.

"Lilith?" I looked back, narrowing my eyes and unsheathing my dagger. There was no answer. What the fuck? Then the trees had become silhouettes, the air was colder and the beautiful harmony of the woods had been replaced with a sense of isolation. My heart pounded in a way that had nothing to do with the exertion of walking quickly in these twisty trails. A scream left my lips and then a hand fell over my face and muffled it, pulling me into a bush. I grunted in a soft pain when I was jerked and elbowed back into the man's ribs, biting his hand.

I heard him growl and I looked back. Darkfyre.

"What are you doing here?! You bastard, go back to where you belong. You have hurt Lilith enough." I growled, protectively.

"Are you serious? I was the one who arrange for the distraction to get her out of that place. I had a few friends start some trouble on the lower level.." He frowned and rubbed his hand, "Please..I'm not going to hurt her.." He almost appeared to have a plead in his eyes, but also something else. I couldn't trust him. Lilith, would surely get broken and there wasn't any coming back from that if I let him go back to her and ruin her.

"Stay away. I'm sorry, but I can't risk it. She will be fine with me outside the walls. The pain will ease, she just needs time, not more to deal with." I whispered and got up, dusting myself off, "So get back to where you belong."

He stared defiantly, "If I have to get to her I will. You can't do this for long."

"Watch me." She growled and held her dagger at him, but in one swift movement Darkfyre dropped and lashed out one leg, knocking me on my ass with a huff. I swung at him, but before I could realize what had happened. He was gone.

(Lilith's P.O.V)

It was dark, only a low flicker of candlelight in the distance. Then the dark smoky gray fog rolled in like a cloud of dust until the whole room was brighter than the sun. In the distance, a cloaked figure appeared in the room that had gray walls and the brightest crimson red curtains that hung from the ten-foot ceiling. They appeared to have been drenched in thick, boiling blood. The bold figure stood still near the curtains.

I walked toward it and tried to remove the hood, but it snapped back, pulling a rather long, heavy set sword out with sharp jagged ends unlike any I've seen before. It had a handle as dark as the night and wielded a black blade darker than death itself, darker than anything.

A single silver lining lined the outskirts of the blade and along the side was a silver engraving burrowed into the iron, tilted in a way that made it nearly impossible to read. I breathed hard as I saw the hand raise and the sharp blade pointed directly against my neck. In a split second my hand fell to my own, pulling out my largely crafted, two-handed battle sword. I was practically staring this fully trained Assassin in its unseen deadly eyes... staring into the eyes of death.

I raised my sword, letting the two blades clash. Sparks flew between the two blades like a raging, infuriated flame. I took only a couple steps back, remembering how Darkfyre taught me as I danced around gracefully with this skilled man or woman.

I noticed this skillful person had mastered the art of the sword and pulled to be much more skillful than even Darkfyre had been. A painful stab seared through my stomach as I remembered Darkfyre... I didn't even get to say goodbye...

I cruelly shook my head, shaking off of the untimely memory of him. The way I saw it I was dancing with the Lord Of Hell himself..I was dancing with Satan.

Its beady eyes stared me down as the cloaked figure seemed to hold back on me, but still, to my dismay managed to overpower me. The person's fist contacted my face and a deafening crack sounded out, busting my eardrums. A harsh pain shot through me, numbing my jaw as black dots spotted my vision. I fell back with the taste of blood in my mouth. My tears stung the corners of my eyes as I tried, but failed, to blink them away. Then a foot kicked my feet from under me. It stood over me as I desperately flailed around, reaching for my fallen sword. A set of strong arms swung up, slamming back down. Then the swords clashed once more. My bright eyes reopened and our swords pushed forcefully against one another. My blade was only inches from my face and on the other side of the fighting slabs of iron, I saw it...

I saw my attacker..

Darkfyre.

My eyes widened, and I breathed unevenly, kicking up hard against his gut with teary eyes and an emotionally unstable heart that dared to burst from my closed chest.

"It's you?! B-but you- what?!" I screamed, pushing it off and getting up. I raised my sword, swinging it harder - and harder and harder, matching the strength that he fought with.

"You son of a bitch!!" I couldn't help but lose myself. My emotions all mixed together started to eat at my soul, I was shaking at the very core of my existence. Pain. Betrayal. Anger. I could feel my hands getting sweaty and I started to lose my grip on the slick sword handle. Then, it fell to the ground and everything went dark, a long blade was stabbed cold through my right shoulder. Stinging. Coldness. Shock. And then a gasp fled from my parted lips as I looked up at him with wide eyes that were filled with betrayal. I felt something bang over my head; blood dripped down my body like a fountain of sparing darkness; and I was falling. I was out.