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Date Posted: 10:12:38 03/28/02 Thu
Author: Marz
Subject: Demon death
In reply to: Corum & Yorik 's message, "Wham, Bam.......huh????" on 19:33:16 03/27/02 Wed

Marz knew he had been a little rough with Tristan in the alcove, but that didn't bother him until they were out of the chapel room. Guilt washed over him as he followed the others down the passageway. Why the hell did Tristan have to follow him into that damned alcove? His usually meek lover had suddenly turned aggressive again, kissing him hungrily while rubbing against his already aroused body. What the hell was I supposed to do?

The ex-gang leader tried to lessen his guilt by telling himself that Tristan had asked for it. If he had stayed away, nothing would have happened. Marz winced when he remembered slamming his lover against the wall before showing him the darker, more perverted side of sex. Of course at the time, Tristan seemed to enjoy his roughness, pleading with him to go on. But, now the dragon seemed distant. Tristan hasn't said one word to him since leaving the evil chapel.

When the dragon broke away from him to lead the group along a narrow bridge extending across a wide chasm, Marz was too stunned to move or say anything. He chewed at this lower lip while watching the others follow along behind Tristan. With some effort, he finally got his legs to work, and arrived in the huge cavern just as the beast from hell made an appearance.

Marz dove to the ground when a flame shot out from the demon's hand, catching his pant's leg on fire. While rolling around in the dirt to extinguish the flames, he saw two daggers fly from Tia's hands and hit the monster in his groin. The beast roared in pain as he pulled the knives out, tossing them back at Tia with lightening speed. The petite thief cried out when one of the blades sunk into the muscle of her right thigh.

Once the fire was out, Marz jumped to his feet and joined his friends in battling the demon. From the corner of his eye he spotted a magnificent gem studded throne sitting in a corner of the room. Benis must have seen it as well because he fought the beast with a ferocity Marz didn't know he possessed. Obviously, the Jann knew that the demon had to be destroyed before they could claim the throne for his beloved Sheikh.

Upon finding an opening, Marz shoved his sword into the demon's scaly stomach. He pulled back his blade then tried to duck the clawed hand that swiped at him, but failed to move fast enough. The razor sharp claws left four deep gashes in his skin and shredded the back of his shirt.

The demon bellowed loudly when it was blinded by a horde of insects Barry deposited over its horned head. The skull's action gave everyone the openings they were looking for. A number of blades pierced the creature in unison while Corum slammed Yorik into its groin. The demon swayed, its arms flaying out wildly before it finally toppled to the ground and drew in a final breath before it died.

"The Peacock Throne!" Benis shouted, drawing everyone's attention as he rushed to stand before the item. He retrieved a scroll from his pocket then read the archaic words written upon it. Jeremy's eyes widened when he saw a mass of swirling colors appear beside the throne. He didn't know that portals could be created that quickly.

"I need help to push the throne into the portal," Benis said.

Those that weren't too injured assisted the Jann in toppling the throne into the swirling mass. The portal gobbled the item up, blinking out of existence a few minutes later. "I must inform the Sheikh," Benis said, sitting down in what looked like a meditation position. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, his face contorted by deep concentration.


"I've got a first aid kit and plenty of pain killers," Jeremy announced. "I can bandage up any injuries before we head out of this dump." The otherworldly youth hurried over to Tia and began working on the wound in her thigh.

Marz sat down near one of the walls and procured a cloth from his pocket to clean his sword with. He looked up at Benis when the man approached and accepted the small sack the Jann handed him. "It contains gold and gems," he explained. "A reward for helping us recover the throne."

When the Jann walked away, Marz tied the sack to his sword belt then returned to cleaning his blade. He focused on the pain in his back and the blood he felt seeping into his shirt to keep his thoughts from returning to what happened between him and Tristan in the alcove.

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