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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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Author's Note:
            What follows is one of the main plot-bunnies that attacked me. However, it is conflicting with another that came to me just recently so I had to rework a lot of the chapter--driving me crazy! Anyhow, this is the result. Warning for possible OOCness (I apologize for it if it happens!).

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            Killashandra was still struggling within herself. Everything that Kormac had said, had offered, circled like a rogue wind in her mind. He could not possibly understand what he was offering let alone be willing to follow through. It had to be something about this place. Something woven by Cydaea to ensnare them and kill them. But try as she might, she could not think how. It did not make sense with what she knew of demons.
            Every time she tried to focus on it, her mind would slide to the side and fall upon his taste, his scent, the press of his lips, the light weight of his hands, his words. It would spiral back to the desert purification, to Kulle's vision, to her own dark fantasies in a never-ending loop she could not stop, only break from briefly.
            And then...the situation grew even worse. Because as they moved on toward the second sin heart, they came upon something entirely unexpected. The bodies of multiple guards and soldiers in the armor and colors of Bastion's Keep. Blood had dried upon the ground around them. It revealed a multitude of footprints mainly demonic...along with bare human feet. And she knelt to check and see if her eyes were showing her the truth.
            A whip cracked sharply from somewhere ahead of them. But they were behind one of the large pools of fire set into the larger sections of walkway. Rising slowly, she readied her bow and crept forward. Taking her unspoken signals, Kormac also moved into a crouch and followed her twice as slow rather than alert whatever waited ahead to their approach.
            Coming around the molten fire pool, the hunter's narrowed eyes beheld no less than seven succubi. Each one stood with something unexpected at their sides. Men. Heads shaven and bodies bare save for ragged and bloody loincloths stood or knelt at the hooves of every succubus. Thick, heavy collars were locked around their throats and red-glowing chains leashed them to the demons. It was a scene that made her stop and take everything in.
            Behind her, Kormac was also looking. The first reaction to what he saw was not the revulsion he should have felt. It was...something that made his heartbeat thunder in his ears. Not horror but...he could not name it. Unbidden, he bowed his head to look down at the hunter crouched before him. Some of what she had said was finally making sense and it did stir a bit of apprehension--rather, a lot of it.
            She moved as he studied her. Leaning further away from their cover, she slid into the clear and rose. Her bow came up and the arrow flew. It split apart and curved slightly to widen the distance between the two shafts faster. Succubi screamed in pain as the bolts found their marks and the hunter loosed another arrow as the human pets chained to the wounded demons charged at Killa with murder in their empty eyes.
            Kormac charged forward, using his shield to slam into the prisoners and send them tumbling. But he did not attack them. Sword in hand, he focused on holding the humans back as the hunter brought the demons down. When the last fell, the men stopped attacking as the emptiness left their eyes. Reason returned, control was grasped. And they almost all fell to their knees before the hunter, sobbing.
            "My mind is my own again!"(1) one cried.
            Another spoke up as he kept his head bowed, almost prostrating himself, "To pay for my freedom, I have only my own flesh and blood."(2)
            The third was rising from his position as he regained more of a sense of self. "Come; the Maiden of Lust lurks below."(3) He pointed to a set of stairs leading down and seemed to be in far more command of himself than the rest. "Cydaea, the Maiden of Lust, lured us with her damned promises."(4)
            One of the other kneeling men was also rising but he kept his head bowed. "I'll never forget what she made me do,"(5) he murmured.
            Each of the men showed numerous signs that she had seen in abused and broken people before. Not one would look Killa in the eye, they kept their heads bowed and their arms at their sides or in her view at all times. A couple had to continuously stop themselves from placing their arms behind their backs as if bound. Not a one looked in Kormac's direction or at one another. Even the brave one behaved like the rest.
            First the giants, then Kormac, now these poor slaves...she could not escape any of it. And when one of the men tripped over the leg of one of their former captors, he fell to his knees at her feet the moment she touched him to stop him from falling. Frozen there with her hand out where his arm had been, she stared down at the kneeling man and found herself swallowing hard. He was starved, filthy, weak...and utterly helpless.
            Slowly, her fingers curled toward her hand as her arm gradually lowered to her side as if she were afraid to spook him. Just as slowly, she reached out to touch him again. His head bowed further when her leather-clad fingers touched his shaved skull but he did not pull away from her touch. Fascinated by the behavior, she slowly caressed the skin and trailed her fingers down along the back of his neck out along one shoulder.
            Whether she broke herself out of her trance or it merely changed into something new, she gripped his upper arm. Stepping back, she used it to pull him up to his feet. His eyes rose but dropped fearfully before he could look at her face. Once certain he was standing and would remain standing, she released his arm and pointed toward the stairs with the other.
            "Show us."
            He was not the only one that obeyed instantly. Not one moved out of sight, they all lingered as if they were afraid to go too far. But they did lead her swiftly enough. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Kormac standing as rigidly as a statue. His face was too concealed by his helm for her to read him and his eyes were as hard as stone. Their eyes met and he began to follow as she chose to focus on what the slaves were going to show them.
            The templar moved up to walk beside her and speak in a low voice, "These men have been broken. Even with their masters gone, they are as trustworthy as cultists."
            "I'm aware of that. But there is no harm in seeing where they think to lead us. Sooner or later all trails lead to something worth destroying."
            Again her words were unusual, darker. The templar glanced at her again but chose to remain silent as he fell back so she could go down the narrower set of stairs in front of him. Killa's thoughts were as dark as her words. Without knowing just how she understood it, she knew that already the slaves had turned to her as their new master. Such ease of transition raised her guard rather than seduced her into savoring their fear and obedience.
            It was undeniably true in that moment, that the only one she wanted to kneel before her was Kormac. With these broken men, there was nothing but a sense of pity and disgust. But the moment she saw him perform such actions for her--everything tightened, throbbed, tingled, and she had to bite back a moan at the overwhelming sensation the obsession presented her with.
            When the broken men fell before a sudden rush of ghouls and demonic goat-men, it was far more a relief than a burden. She did no less than ensure the demons that killed them were killed in turn. And just as they started to move on, a familiar voice caressed their senses.
            "Hm... if you take my toys away...will you take their place?"(6)
            "She has no shame, does she?"(7) he asked with a glower.
            "Of course not. She's a demon of lust," the hunter replied.
            They had gone on a few more steps when the question fell from her lips completely unbidden, "Would you?"
            "What?"
            "Would you take their place?"
            "Never."
            Satisfied with that answer that eased the burning possessiveness within and further convinced her he was still the Kormac she knew, she relaxed a little bit. But she was still recalling his teasing words near the giant. And that dark hunger was joined by yet another surge of something...deviously dark.
            "So strong, so certain...so foolish," Cydaea's voice came from somewhere above them rather than below as the slaves had claimed. "I will take great pleasure in your suffering."(8)
            By that time, they had reached one last set of stairs leading to the familiar sight of a giant, pulsing heart. While the first sin heart had been a yellowish glow, the second was a rich red hue that darkened to charred purple where the tentacles crowned it. Watching the heart beat, Killa slowed for a moment and found herself admiring the beauty of it.
            Slowly, she began to go down the steps. The last time they had neared a sin heart, Cydaea had made her appearance. Kormac was clearly thinking along the same lines since he was searching the haze above and around them as they descended. Nothing confronted them. Both remained on high alert as they reached the last step and began to cross to the heart. The hunter paused, preferring to remain at a distance for the anticipated splatter.
            The bow rose as the templar sank into a crouch, steeling himself to face the spider-witch when she appeared. Sighting along the arrow, she drew the string back--and spun when an unearthly screech came from off to the side. Out of nowhere a large succubus with blue-kissed skin and golden hooves and wings dove down across the platform to tackle the hunter head-on. The force of the curled ram's horns striking her stomach knocked the air out of her even before they hit the ground and tumbled.
            Kormac shouted at the demon as he started to charge into the fray. The hunter and succubus only stopped their tumble when they came up against something hot, pliable, and extremely soft. Wrestling against the demon, unaware of just what they were up against, Killa kept her bow-arm's shield between them as her free hand fumbled for the dagger in her boot. The succubus screeched at her and struck at her face as an armored knee dug into the soft blue-white stomach.
            Something changed in the air around her but the hunter was locked in her current battle as talons raked over her armor without harm. The shrill squeal of demon claw against the metal made her ears ring. The succubus screeched--and was silenced when the hunter's dagger drove up into her abdomen, piercing her diaphragm and ripping a rough trail up through her torso, spilling her innards over the hunter pinned beneath her.
            The demon slumped and she shoved the corpse aside before twisting to roll and rise to her feet. A sudden thunder making the ground lurch and tremble unbalanced her and she fell onto that warm, pliable surface. Looking down, her eyes widened when she realized she was sitting upon the sin heart itself. Every great beat pulsed through her and hit that burning, coiling hunger inside as if it were caressing things within that nothing had ever touched before.
            Gasping, she thrust herself away from the heart, feeling the sensations fade drastically with the loss of contact. Turning, she swept the area for sight of Cydaea--and froze when she saw her own form reflected from the crystal wall that had risen to encase the sin heart. She was trapped inside the glowing blue dome. And there, her bow lay just beyond the shield, out of reach.
            Immediately she looked for Kormac--and again froze at what she saw. His charge had been aborted by Cydaea's webbing. It had struck the templar's legs, spreading over the ground in a liquid splatter only to almost instantly congeal, sending him crashing forward onto his hands and knees. The shield had flown from his arm and his sword was only just ending the spin that had sent it out of reach. A second shot of sticky white caught one of his arms and trapped him on his hands and knees as he started to push himself back upright.
            And pulling herself up and over the edge of the platform, the Maiden of Lust was smiling as she leisurely approached the trapped templar...
            "Oh yes...I've been looking forward to this."(9)
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