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The Hunter and the Templar	By : BurneHazard Category: +A through F > Diablo III Views: 6471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            His taste filled her mouth. His scent consumed everything else. She could no longer smell the blood or flames, the burnt flesh upon the air. Every time she swallowed his flavor was again on her tongue so that she could not even taste her own blood where she had bitten the insides of her mouth upon landing so sharply atop the giant's head. Only it was no longer easy to stop thinking about him, next to impossible to lock it away as she had before.
            Especially not when it seemed that every attack afterward focused on him instead of her. Oh, the phasebeasts still charged her first. But the succubi that kept popping up were always going straight for him. It was making her start to loose control. Tearing herself apart with resisting the urges to just stop and take him, taste him again, make him scream for her as the giants screamed their agony to the demoness taunting them...
            She almost missed the surge of ghouls leaping up from either side of the path to ambush them. One landed a very solid blow against her chest before she purposely triggered a caltrop directly on its back. The thing screamed as the trap imbedded its spikes straight through it, piercing the bony chest and severing the hip from the body. Kicking it away, her arrow ended its torment.
            Kormac was utterly silent. She let him keep his silence, ignoring the part of her that wanted to hear him make a sound. As she fired another arrow, she paused at the view before her. He was turning away to give her the sight of his back while raining blows on the demons attacking him. And for that split second, she saw him in the desert again, bound to the rock before her, back waiting for the bite of her lash...
            Sucking a sharp breath, she shuddered as wetness mocked her between her legs. She felt empty suddenly, hollow and aching in a way that had not tormented her for years. Not since before she had satisfied her lust with Lyndon. Even trying to fill her mind with images of the thief bound beneath her, arching upward to try and satisfy her...it made things worse because every time she would see the templar instead of the thief.
            "Hunter?"
            His voice snapped her out of thought and she blinked. Aware that not only had she been staring, she had been lost in her mind, she just snorted. "I was listening for something."
            It was a lie. But he said nothing and just followed her onward. Every step was making that growing wetness, the throbbing need coiling inside her worse. There was no way she could hope to ignore it since his presence continued to taunt her heightened senses. Not even her hatred seemed able to touch upon it which made her angry. Glaring at the air, she pushed forward, wanting blood in the vain hope it would satisfy the hunger eating her from within.
            "All the pain and suffering you're enduring... You must be dying to meet me."(1)
            "Hold your tongue, demon!"(2) Kormac snarled.
            Heart pounding, Killa fought away from the images assaulting her. Making herself look around, she kept tension in the bowstring as her hand uncurled slowly then returned to the bow to steady her grip. She was unaware of how the fingers gripping the arrow's shaft were idly stroking the wood and feathers in small motions.
            But there, ahead of them...at last she saw their goal. A giant heart rested in the center of a stone platform. It glowed orange like a heart of fire and pulsed. The pulse was almost deafening to her, as if she were watching her own heart beating with the monstrosity. Where it should have had large veins at the top of the fist-shape, they were mobile tendrils waving and snaking over the heart like tentacles caressing a gorged body.
            "You are so eager...I suppose I should introduce myself."(3)
            Kormac was suddenly so close that he was all but pressing against her. The hunter was aware at that same moment just where the voice had come from as well as why the templar had pressed close. From somewhere in the haze above, the demoness descended upon a web spun as she came to alight gracefully upon the path before them. The moment her spider's legs touched the stone a dome of transparent magic rose to encase the heart in a wall of protection.
            Eyes narrowed, she glared at the half-woman, half-spider that had revealed herself before them. While the woman's body was beautiful in its pale, moon-kissed skin with perfectly rounded breasts sporting only a minimal covering over her nipples, the spider's body was grotesque. Her long legs in front were a mix of human and spider as shapely thighs merged with spidery shell above the knees and offered only glimpses of her shins and calves before ending in dagger-like claws.
            "I am Cydaea, Maiden of Lust--consort of Azmodan,"(4) she said as she bowed her head and swept her human arms out as if she were curtsying.
            Suddenly, Killa was aware of another heartbeat. It was rapid against her back as a small shudder vibrated through the metal armor pressed close. Remembering his fear of spiders, a surge of protectiveness rose in the hunter and she brought her bow up to fire. The suddenness of the action caused the demon to spring backwards and land atop the crystal dome shielding the sin heart.
            "Why are you trying to hurt me?"(5) came the pouty question as Cydaea moved a little more to one side. "You're different than the rest...so powerful...so dark..."
            Growling, Killa moved forward, pulled away from Kormac as she tried to get a clear shot. The arrows that struck the shield merely bounced off, ricocheting away without harming the barrier. And Cydaea used it to her advantage as they circled one another. A thought from the hunter and the fire-touched shadow of the wolf was suddenly at Kormac's side to protect him as the two women circled one another.
            "You're so close now, I can almost feel your breath on my skin."(6)
            Rage building, Killa ceased circling the heart and ran toward it. Springing into the air, she vaulted up to land atop the shield as well. It rang like a giant bell when her boots struck it and the pulse of sound sent a sharp sensation through her. Gasping in surprise, it did not prevent her from losing two more arrows at the demoness who had moved to the ground in attempt to keep a distance between them.
            "The anticipation is...exquisite.(7) Don't you think?" Cydaea asked as she continued to move.
            Killa dropped to one knee on the dome to brace as she sighted along the arrow. But another demon was suddenly there, blocking the shot she released anyhow. The succubus screamed as it caught her in the chest, sending her to the ground to writhe in agony as it burned her from the inside.
            "Surely you must agree. After all...why else would you keep torturing yourself when the object of your desire has been but arm's length away this entire time."
            "Shut up, bitch!" Killa hissed and released a volley of arrows toward Cydaea.
            "Ah, how delicious...you're tearing yourself apart inside. We know how the first of my daughters died...and it was not mere friendship. So violent...so powerful..."
            No longer able to remain still, the hunter leapt forward as she chose to throw a caltrop rather than drop it. The trap flew through the air like a bola to strike the ground beneath Cydaea. She screamed as the viciously spiked jaws closed on one of her back legs, making her stop moving. It was all that the hunter needed. An arrow laced with blue struck the demoness's abdomen and ice crackled as it spread.
            Kormac cried out in pain. Killa spun away from her current target to see several of Cydaea's strongest daughters had the templar on the ground. As she had been so preoccupied with Cydaea, they had dispatched her wolf and snared the man. One held his helm in her hand and was using her legs to pin his arms over his head as the another had already torn through his mail armor. Her claws had dug deep into his side in her haste. The third was crouched over him, fastened to his neck.
            Red consumed everything. Cydaea was forgotten. And that darkness rose as her body tightened and throbbed. This time, she consumed it as she had once before upon the sands of the desert. Arrows were notched and drawn. When they flew, they actually arced as if guided through the air rather than soaring straight. Each struck one of the succubi. They reared away from their victim with screams of rage and turned toward her.
            Dropping to one knee, skidding to a stop, she sent one more arrow flying before dropping her bow aside. Very few hunters were trained in the art of close combat. But there were some that prepared for it. Killa drew the daggers concealed in each boot as the three demons launched themselves toward her. Leaping upward, she lashed out. Blades flashed in the light of the sin heart and her own eyes as they flew.
            Screams were torn from the demons with every slice, every stab, every time another blade drove deep into their bodies. Their claws struck her armor and glanced off as she twisted and danced with them. The sharp talons slid past her guard several times to lay open slices across her face, breaking the mail to dig into her hips, slicing along her wrists and un-plated arms. Every lance of pain made the demons scream more as she retaliated three-fold.
            Then...it was over. Wings fluttered against the ground as the last of the succubi succumbed to death with blood flowing away from the ruin made of her chest. Kneeling there, gasping for breath, the hunter stared at the last corpse. Her lips twitched and curved as she grinned, mouth open to try and catch her breath. But only her thirst had been satisfied. Her hunger still raged inside.
            Kormac stood watching her from where he had collected himself. But the ferocity of the fight, the sheer destruction and rage he had seen had held him rooted to the spot. His heart was racing as his breath came in short bursts. He did not know what he saw but it made him...feel something. It was familiar. And since he had recovered his memories, he knew he had never felt it before. It was...so close to lust, almost fear, certainly want.
            Killa slammed one of the daggers back into its place in her boot. Reaching out, she gripped the last succubi's exposed heart. Tearing it free, she rose like a person possessed. Turning around, she moved toward the dome shielding the heart. Lifting the bloody flesh, she used it to trace a rune upon the shield's surface. As she finished it, there was a sharp sound that jolted through her.
            Stepping back, she dropped the meat aside and watched. Gold light suffused the crystal and spread from the symbol. Cracks formed, lancing outward like a crazed spiderweb to embrace it. In a pulse of light, the shield fell and left the heart exposed. Bringing her free arm up, she paused and turned to retrieve her bow, replacing the other dagger without a care it was bloody. Drawing an arrow, she drew the bow and released an arrow into the center of the giant heart.
            Without caring about what happened, she walked away. Her head turned to where Cydaea had been. The demoness was long gone. She had expected as much. As the heart shuddered and heaved in agony behind her, she started down the steps to the next level. Kormac finally managed to follow her as the heart exploded behind them.
            "I can feel the blood hemorrhaging from the Sin Heart... Oh, you will pay for this."(8)
            "Show yourself again and we shall see, Cydaea," Killa hissed back.
            "I do hope you're not in over your head..."(9) the rich voice continued. "Beautiful nephalem."
            To that, Killa had no answer. Nor would she look over her shoulder to Kormac. Given the option of breaking and just possessing him or pushing everything into the hatred of this demoness toying with them--she chose the latter.
            "I will enjoy crushing you and throwing what pitiful remains your carcass provides in Azmodan's face before I tear him apart!"
            Kormac remained utterly silent in the wake of this uncharacteristic outburst from the hunter. The deeper they went into this tower, the more he saw a demon instead of the hunter. But he knew she was in there. He was nowhere close to her power, but he sensed the light still deep inside her, knew that the woman he admired was inside. He just had no clue what to do to stop the growing darkness.
            Suddenly, the blinding flash of hellish light signaling another appearance of the demon they were truly after made them both stop.
            "You think you know pain, nephalem? You think you know anguish? Soon, my concubine will show you their true meaning..."(10) Azmodan said.
            "If you knew how to love, then I would show you exactly how short your words fall, Azmodan. But I will still settle for tearing your concubine from you all the same."
            Killa stormed forward, shattering the hell lord's vision as she passed through it without a hint of hesitation or fear. Behind her, Kormac did hesitate. He felt utterly lost and out of place somehow. Here he stood, a templar within the hells themselves, destroying evil at its source. He should have been focused on the glory to be had before him. Instead, he had a cold lump in his stomach and a bitter taste in the back of his throat. He was seeing the very one that inspired him falling and was helpless to stop it.
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