Diablo II

Kurast

Travincal, The Temple City

Zara woke up abruptly, panting, her naked body drenched in sweat.  She tossed off the damp sheet covering her, then sat up from the soft, feather-filled mattress.  Zara glanced to her left, a girl still slept at her side, naked and bruised from Diablo's love-making, whimpering softly in her sleep.

Zara climbed out of the large bed carefully so as not to rouse the sleeping girl.  The rogue shivered when she heard a shrill, female scream through one of the walls.  Zara realized that Diablo slept within her, she had freedom to move about on her own.  She grabbed a red silk robe and slipped it over her shoulders.  Cinching the robe belt tight around her slim waist, Zara left her bedchamber and stood within a long, dark hallway.  Closed, iron-bound doors lined the left-hand wall of the passage, the right opened into an open-air courtyard, Zara could see the velvet black sky glittering with silver stars.  A fountain splashed in the center of the courtyard.  A statue of an angel once stood in the center of the fountain, but now the statue was in ruins, water splattered over the shattered fragments of pale marble.

The woman's attention was drawn away from the ruined fountain when she heard loud, agonized moans coming from the door next to hers.  Baal was in that bedchamber, Zara could imagine what the cruel demon lord was indulging in, Diablo had reveled in perversions that still made Zara's skin crawl.

*Go in and see,* purred Diablo maliciously.  

The demon lord seized control of Zara's body and walked her to the bedchamber door.  Zara tried to hold back her hand, she fought to close her eyes, but Diablo overwhelmed her with ease, grasping the door latch and pulling the portal open.

Zara entered the bedchamber.  The stench of blood filled the woman's nostrils, everything was drenched in thick, syrupy scarlet, walls, floor, even the ceiling.  The bodies of two nude girls lay discarded in corners of the room, their flesh corpse-blue, their young faces frozen with expressions of horror and agony.

Baal knelt upon the large bed wearing Tal Rasha's cadaverous form, whipping a third naked girl who was manacled to the headboard of the bed with heavy, iron chains.  The brown-haired girl arched her bleeding back, the flesh practically flayed from her body.  Baal raised a nine-tailed whip, then slapped it down, drawing out a weak moan from the barely conscious girl.  A thick, cum-slick cock was buried within the girl's pussy, Baal humped her small ass violently, grunting like a beast as he forced himself inside his chained lover.

*Do you want to see more?*

"Please, just let me leave," whispered Zara.

Baal yanked back hard on the chained girl's hair and glanced over his bare shoulder.  "Would you care to join me, brother? This little bitch likes to be ridden!"

"No, brother," replied Diablo.  "There is much to plan tomorrow."

"As you wish," shrugged Baal, turning his attention back to the sobbing girl, lashing her glistening back again and again.

Zara rushed out of the bedchamber and slammed the door shut behind her.  She leaned against the wooden portal, breathing heavily, sweat beading upon her tanned skin.  Diablo took Zara's right hand and parted the red silk robe, the woman's pussy was soaked, honey dribbled down her shaking thighs.

*So many diversions yet to sample, so much flesh yet to taste,* murmured Diablo seductively within Zara's mind.

The rogue woman closed her eyes, and quivered in helpless ecstasy.

***

The Council chamber was empty when Diablo and Baal strode inside.  Diablo walked up to the pedestal which supported the Compelling Orb, he stroked the smooth, crystal surface, exciting the multi-colored swirls of magic that dwelled within. Behind the Que-Hegan's throne a section of stone lowered, revealing a long tunnel lit with a series of glow-orbs in wall sconces.  The two demon lords entered the tunnel and followed it until it opened into a circular room with a rising spiral stairwell.  Tunic-clad rogue and black-robed cadaver ascended silently, opened a heavy iron door at the top, and filed into another circular room adorned with defaced binding runes from floor to ceiling.

Mephisto sat upon the edge of a huge bed draped in black, silk sheets.  The demon lord wore the body of Sankekur, a former member of the Zakarum High Council until Mephisto seduced and aided him with the murder of Que-Hegan Khalim.  Sankekur assumed Khalim's office, then used the knowledge of the Que-Hegan to unseal Mephisto's prison within the Guardian Tower.  Mephisto's Soulstone glowed softly against Sankekur's forehead, veiling the old man's face in a blood-red light.

The sitting demon lord stroked the naked body of a sleeping girl, a mere child of perhaps fourteen years.  The girl's brown skin was gleaming with fragrant oil, her dark blonde hair spilled down her small shoulders and across her smooth back. Mephisto admired the sleeping girl, raking one black, razor-sharp claw down her slender arm, across the swell of her right hip, and over the creamy flesh of her thigh.

"Wren hated her mother.  The woman made her daughter sell herself upon the docks.  Wren would come home crying and bruised every night, but her mother was only interested in the silver the girl made for her.  I could feel Wren's hatred, it was so sweet and pure.  I left the Tower one night and walked to the docks, I found Wren and whispered to her in the darkness.  When she was ready, I gave Wren a knife and told her what she needed to do.  She went home that night and stabbed her mother thirteen times, my ecstasy was overwhelming.  When I entered the house just before dawn, Wren was standing over her mother's corpse, her hands and clothes covered in blood, just staring at her mother with the most beautiful smile.  I brought Wren back to my Tower, I took her, tasted her, she belongs to me body and soul now."

"You have a pet, how nice for you," growled Baal, pacing the room impatiently.

"A few centuries of confinement haven't improved your disposition, I see," smirked Mephisto.

"I wasn't able to play mind games with the humans like you!" snarled Baal.

"We have more important things to discuss," interrupted Diablo in exasperation.

"Then get on with it!" snapped the pacing demon lord.

"Did you discover where the World Stone is?" inquired Diablo.

"Aye," nodded Mephisto.  "It lies in the Northlands, guarded by barbarians.  They protect a lone peak called Mt. Arreat, no one is allowed onto its slopes."  

"Excellent!" smiled Diablo.  "Baal, it is your task to destroy the World Stone."

"It will be done," agreed the scowling cadaver.

"Who will return to Hell to muster our legions?"

"I will," said Diablo.

Zara quaked mentally, the time she had most feared had finally come, she would be consigned to Hell, surrounded by Evil and pain for eternity.  Diablo chuckled when he sensed Zara's despair.

"I will remain here and retain my hold upon the Zakarum.  I've been toying with the idea of a holy crusade against the infidels of the West," said Mephisto idly while he continued to stroke the sleeping girl-child.

"A good idea," nodded Diablo.  "It will weaken the human armies when Baal begins his march north."

Mephisto performed a short, gracious bow from the waist, Baal snorted contemptuously.

"Are we done?"

"I believe so," replied Diablo.

Baal rushed out of the chamber in a swirl of black robes.  Mephisto laughed softly.

"I truly missed our impatient brother."

"Then you're the only one," grumbled Diablo.  "Try to keep him out of trouble until the World Stone is destroyed."

"Soon Sanctuary will be ours.  What will you do when we rule the world?" asked Mephisto curiously.

"Turn my gaze to the High Heavens.  I'm going to finish the Great Conflict, and watch while every angel burns upon the ruins of the Crystal Arch!"

"Sometimes I think that you should have been the Lord of Hatred," laughed Mephisto.

"What about you?" countered Diablo.

"There is enough hate in this world to amuse me for centuries.  We will not have to slaughter the humans, my brother, they will gladly butcher each other with the right..inspiration."

Both demon lords laughed at the thought.  Wren shifted in her sleep.

"Farewell, brother.  I will see you when I lead the greatest host ever assembled into Sanctuary."

Diablo and Mephisto clasped arms briefly, then Diablo waved Zara's right arm in an arc, growling in the dark, demonic tongue.  A gateway tore open, a tall arch of flame that sizzled and spat.  Diablo strode into the arch, disappearing into its infernal depths.  The gateway sealed shut, leaving a strong reek of smoke and sulfur.

"So much sweet hate," murmured Mephisto, lowering his face next to Wren's taut ass, extending a slick, serpentine tongue into the sleeping girl's warm crack.

***

Brigit emerged from the jungle leading Asheara by a chain leash.  She wore a set of black Zakarum robes that once belonged to Ormus, the Iron Wolf captain wore a sweat-stained white tunic and sandals.  The amazon took a moment to look upon the Temple City.  The City was constructed entirely out of gray stone, a cluster of slender towers and a single huge cathedral that rivaled any palace or castle.  Gargoyles lined the walls warding Travincal, they gazed down at the women with snarling, fang-filled mouths and wide, bat-like wings.  A black cloud shrouded Travincal, crows and other carrion birds swung and dove within it, descending to pick at the corpses set within cages upon the city wall's parapets.

"We shouldn't stare," said Brigit, tugging lightly on Asheara's leash before approaching the towering iron gates of the Temple City.

The thick metal gates swung open on grinding, un-oiled hinges.  A squad of Temple guards in chainmail and black tabards marched out and surrounded the two women.

"Who's this?" asked the guard captain, an unshaven, burly man who leered openly at the manacled and leashed Asheara.

"I found her snooping in the jungle on my way back from Kurast.  I want to put her to the question and find out who she's working for."

"The lads and I can do that for you," chuckled the guard captain darkly.  The guards joined their captain's cruel laughter, poking and fondling Asheara while she flinched from their lewd touches.

"I believe that Ismail Vilehand will want to speak with her."

The guards pulled away as if scalded when Brigit mentioned the Council member's name.

"Be on your way, then," coughed the guard captain uneasily.

Brigit nodded within her cowl and led Asheara through the gate tunnel.  The iron portals slammed shut with a thunderous crash, Brigit tried not to shiver at the ominous sound.

*** 

Brigit and Asheara remained within the outer hallways of the immense cathedral, searching for the Council chamber that contained the Compelling Orb.  The amazon allowed passing priests to fondle Asheara in exchange for information, she discovered where the Council chamber was, then found out that the High Council was meeting that night.  Brigit led Asheara into an empty chapel near the Council chamber to wait until the meeting was over.  Brigit removed Asheara's leash and manacles before sitting down in a pew near the altar.  She frowned at the defaced statues and dust-covered shrine, this chapel had obviously seen little use since Mephisto had gained control.

"I've gotten fewer bruises in sparring matches!" mumbled Asheara, rubbing her sore ass and thighs.

"I hope this meeting doesn't take long," whispered Brigit.

"From what some of the priests said, the orgy lasts far into the night."

"Diablo and Baal were here, who knows what those three demons planned."

"Nothing good," sighed Asheara, pacing in front of the ruined altar pensively.

Brigit and Asheara waited for hours.  The footfalls of passing priests faded away, everything was silent except for the cathedral bells that rang every hour.

"Let's take a look," said Brigit, rising from the pew.  She manacled and leashed Asheara again, then left the chapel with the woman warrior in tow.  Thunder rumbled outside the cathedral, lightning flashed and illuminated the beautiful, stained glass windows that lined the passageway's outer wall.  As the two women drew closer to the double doors of the Council chamber, they could hear raucous laughter and heavy, sensual moaning.

"Two late arrivals," observed a man with short, bowl-cut, brown hair garbed in the black and red-fringed robes of a Council member.

"I am not here for the revelry, Master," bowed Brigit respectfully.  "I have this prisoner for Ismail Vilehand, he wanted to interrogate her privately."

"I'm sure he did," smiled the high priest, licking his lips lasciviously while he raked his dark eyes over Asheara.  "What's good enough for Ismail can serve Maffer Dragonhand just as well."

Asheara took a step back when the leering priest drew close.  Maffer jerked up the heavy black sleeve covering his right arm, the limb was glistening and scaled, the hand was clawed with long, obsidian, razor nails.

"Does my touch please you?" taunted Maffer, thrusting his reptilian hand between Asheara's legs, sliding the claw underneath her tunic to fondle her bare cunt.

Asheara flashed a warning stare at Brigit, she was prepared to slay the molesting priest right there.

"Master!  Perhaps we should continue this in one of the chapels, there would be more..privacy there," suggested the amazon hastily.

"An excellent idea!  You can show me how..devoted you are, my child," chuckled Maffer, squeezing Brigit's left buttock through her heavy robes with his twisted claw.

Brigit smiled languidly and leaned close to Maffer as she led him towards the chapel where she had waited with Asheara. When Maffer was safely inside, Brigit closed the iron-bound doors behind her and latched them securely.  A cry of protest made Brigit spin on her heel.  Maffer had lifted Asheara up onto the altar stone, spread her legs apart, and was now slurping hungrily upon her warm pussy.  Asheara bit her lower lip and stared down furiously at the high priest while he slid his scaled claw underneath her tunic, his thick, powerful fingers squeezing and rubbing her pliant left breast.

Brigit slipped the Lance of Yaggai out from beneath her concealing robes, she raised the weapon up with both hands. Maffer was still eagerly sucking upon Asheara's soft labia when Brigit impaled him through the back.  Maffer stiffened, stumbling away from the altar, weakly clutching at the Lance protruding from his chest.  The high priest died without a sound, collapsing onto the carpeted floor.

"Disgusting piece of filth!" growled Asheara, hopping down from the altar and rubbing the priest's drool off of her crotch with the hem of her tunic.

"Guess we wait a little longer," sighed Brigit, tugging her Lance free of Maffer's corpse.

A few more hours passed.  Brigit took Asheara's leash and walked back to the Council room doors.  This time no sounds came from the Council chamber, the tall doors were wide open, no one was about.  Brigit released Asheara from her leash and manacles before drawing out the Lance.  Asheara turned and closed the heavy doors, sliding a latch bar into place.  The wide, pillar-adorned chamber was dark except for the dim glow emanating from the Compelling Orb.

Brigit handed Asheara her Lance before approaching the radiant Orb.  She walked up to the pedestal, eyes drawn to the shifting, flowing lights.  The amazon reached within her robes and withdrew the backpack she had worn underneath.  She set the pack on the stone floor and opened it, reaching in to get a silver, glowing flail, Khalim's Will.

Deckard Cain had explained the significance of Khalim's Will, it was the only artifact capable of destroying the Compelling Orb.  After Mephisto had seduced Sankekur and the High Council, the new Que-Hegan had ordered Khalim to be executed.  The priest's body was ripped to pieces, his body parts were dispersed throughout Kehjistan.  The last virtuous priest of the Zakarum, Ormus, knew the locations of the body parts required to assemble Khalim's Will, his heart, his brain, and his eye.  Brigit and Asheara had braved the jungle's dangers to retrieve the three components, then Cain used the magic of the Horadric Cube to meld the components into the glowing, silver flail that Brigit now held.

Brigit raised the flail high with her right arm.  The Orb flared blindingly, filling the chamber with searing white light.  A roar of hatred descended from somewhere above the Council room, alarm bells chimed shrilly.

"Hurry!" warned Asheara.  The warrior woman faced the latched doors, brandishing the golden Lance of Yaggai resolutely.

Brigit swung the silver flail, smashing the throbbing Orb.  An explosion rocked the chamber, Brigit was hurled back off her feet, she fell heavily in a tangle of robes and limbs.

The stone block covering the entrance to the Guardian Tower crumbled apart, the black tunnel beyond was open.

The Council chamber doors started the vibrate, Brigit and Asheara could hear the enraged priests striking it.  There was a sharp, guttural shout, and the double doors burst into green flame.  The heavy wood was quickly devoured, the portals began to crumble into ash.

"Through the tunnel, quickly!" prompted Brigit, leaping to her feet.

"Go ahead, I'll keep them back!" replied Asheara without looking at the amazon.

"They'll swarm over you!"

"They will pay dearly for my life!  Now go!  Slay Mephisto!"

Brigit regarded her comrade in arms briefly, then raced into the dark tunnel.  The light from Khalim's Will illuminated Brigit's way, she ran quickly through the tunnel and reached the stairwell leading up to Mephisto's prison.  She took the stone steps two at a time, her lungs burning, her legs trembling with strain.  She stopped at the prison threshold to rest for a moment, she back-pedaled when the iron door opened on its own.

"Come inside, please," bade a voice beyond the doorway.

Grasping the haft of Khalim's Will tightly, Brigit slowly entered the Tower chamber.  The circular room was lit by dozens of black candles, a huge bed was set next to the right-hand wall.  Mephisto stood by the far wall, draped in black robes, his body old and thin.  The Soulstone burned upon Mephisto's brow, he held lightly onto the small shoulders of a short, blonde-haired girl who watched Brigit with wide, terrified eyes.

Mephisto lowered his head and kissed Wren's silky hair.  "Walk slowly past the woman, Wren, she will not hurt you if you do not threaten her."

Wren nodded and walked away from the old man, staring at Brigit the entire way across the room.  Brigit stepped aside so the girl could flee down the winding stairs.

"Considerate of you," remarked Brigit.

"Children should not see the evils that their elders must do," smiled Mephisto, slowly following the curve of the wall towards Brigit.

Brigit side-stepped away from Mephisto, ready to swing Khalim's Will at the first sign of an attack.

"You have done well to get this far, amazon," complimented the demon lord.  "You forged Khalim's Will and destroyed my Orb, its loss will make my task more..difficult."

"You won't need it when you're dead!" snarled Brigit.

"We shall see!" smiled the old man before he exploded with red light.

Brigit flinched away, and when she looked back upon Mephisto the demon was wearing his true form, a towering demon of legend with two long, obsidian horns, a skeletal face, and powerful, taut limbs armed with lethal black claws.  Two sinuous, dripping tentacles extended from Mephisto's torso, they snapped at Brigit like living whips, driving her back from the crouching demon lord.

"Behold your master!" roared Mephisto, summoning lightning to his fingertips, lashing out at Brigit with crackling tongues of azure energy.

Brigit hurled over the grasping tongues of lightning, swinging Khalim's Will.  The silver weapon head smashed into Mephisto's left knee, the demon lord howled with pain.

"Bitch!" spat Mephisto, lashing out with his tentacles.  The green, oozing tendrils slashed Brigit's robes, cut deep into her legs.

Brigit staggered towards the wall, her legs trembling.  She could feel poison flowing through her, vision blurred, limbs lost strength.

Mephisto chuckled maliciously, evoking a flock of glowing, magical projectiles.  The missiles screamed across the room and pin-cushioned Brigit, she shrieked as the charged bolts tore through her body.  The force of the missiles threw Brigit against the chamber wall, she slid limply to the floor.

"Pathetic," sneered Mephisto, thumping across the chamber to tower over the fallen amazon.

Brigit raised a shaking arm, fighting her own weakness to swing Khalim's Will one last time.  Mephisto slapped the weapon contemptuously out of Brigit's hand, the flail disappeared on the other side of the room.

"I will make you mine, as I have all the other weak humans," murmured Mephisto, snatching Brigit and throwing her onto the large bed.

The demon lord's tentacles snapped around Brigit's arms, holding them apart while Mephisto tore away her clothing.  Brigit was too weak to struggle, Mephisto's poison ran through her like fire, she could barely keep conscious.

"A strong, fit body," leered Mephisto, licking Brigit's firm ass with a slithering, black tongue.  He buried one of his claws in Brigit's thick, golden hair and yanked back on her head.  She grimaced as Mephisto's tongue slid over her shoulder and across her bare breasts, coating them in slime and drool.

"Warm and milky," murmured the demon lord, flicking the tip of his tongue across Brigit's brown nipples, licking them until they were aching and erect.

As Mephisto slavered over Brigit's quivering tits, he lowered a claw underneath her ass, firmly rubbing her crotch with one, scaled finger.  Brigit gasped sharply, she closed her eyes and bit her lip, breasts shuddering from the demon's touch, her hips rolling as Mephisto stroked her blonde-furred pussy.

"Feels good?  It is but the first of many pleasures I will show you, amazon wench," promised Mephisto, his tentacles tightening around Brigit's outspread arms, his tongue encircling each of her breasts, tugging and drooling over them. Mephisto pushed down Brigit's head with his left claw while he continued to fondle her cunt with his right.  Brigit's face was pressed against a soft, silk pillow, her ass arched up towards the demon lord.

"This looks tasty," smiled Mephisto, releasing Brigit's soaked tits and running his tongue up and down the naked woman's crack.

Brigit moaned softly, squeezing her eyes shut, another moan escaping her lips when Mephisto's cool tongue slipped across her hot cunt.  Mephisto pressed his demonic muzzle into Brigit's out-thrust ass, probing her sex intently with his thick, slimy tongue.  Brigit shivered in Mephisto's grasp, her buttocks clenched, she began panting weakly.  The demon lord started rubbing Brigit's clit with the tip of one black claw, his tongue writhed inside the woman's slit, exploring the moist folds of her vagina.  Brigit bit her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure, her hips were rolling faster now, honey flowed onto the demon lord's invading tongue.  Mephisto shifted his right hand from Brigit's clit to her ass, rubbing and lightly scratching her creamy buttocks, his black tongue stuffed inside her pussy, wriggling ever deeper into her hole.

Brigit's cry of ecstasy was drowned by the sound of shattering stone.  Tyrael blasted through a wall, aflame like an avenging angel of old, wielding a rune-engraved sword that burned with blue fire.

Mephisto turned slowly, disengaging himself from Brigit even as Tyrael dove towards him.  Tyrael drew back his sword and slashed at Mephisto, the crackling blade parted the demon lord's flesh like hot wax.  Mephisto couldn't even scream, his decapitated head hurled end over end through the air and smashed wetly against a wall.  The headless demon lord's body burst into flame.  Tyrael snatched Brigit off the bed and carried her out of the room on dove-white wings, flying higher and higher above the gray cathedral.  A flash of red filled every window of the building, then the entire structure exploded, windows shattering, stone walls blasted apart, the Guardian Tower teetering like a drunk before it collapsed upon itself and fell onto the cathedral roof, completing the church's destruction.  A billowing cloud of dust gushed into the air, covering the cathedral's ruins, filled with the final death screams of the tainted Zakarum.

Tyrael held the naked woman close to his chest.  Brigit lay limply within his arms, head thrown back, mouth open and slack.  The angel sniffed Brigit's flesh, she was filled with foul demon poison.  Warding her with his body, Tyrael began flying across the jungle, his white wings beating furiously.

***

"The potion should take care of the poison," said Deckard Cain from his seat upon Brigit's bed.  "Best to let her sleep and recover."

"I must rouse her at dawn, Diablo is moving quickly," replied Tyrael, standing at the foot of Brigit's bed looking down upon the sleeping woman.

"Couldn't you deal with him?  Brigit has been through so much already," sighed Cain, tenderly brushing a strand of gold hair away from the amazon's pale face.  

"I..cannot.  It is forbidden," murmured the angel.

"So a human must act in your stead."

"Aye."

Cain rose from the edge of the bed and walked across the room.

"What will you do until dawn?"

"Guard her," answered Tyrael, his golden eyes never leaving Brigit.

Cain left the room and closed the door behind him.  Tyrael watched Brigit sleep, a silent, unwavering sentry.

*****