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Hell Cavern	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Forty-Nine
So this was how it was going to end. After a decade he had led those that followed without question to their end. A feral grin crossed his bloody muzzle; then let their final moments be glorious. All around him was death, bodies of smoldering demons lying with those that had been their prisoners. For himself, Falcon's world had shrunk down to the bulky demon in front of him, nothing else mattered to him beyond the fact the monster would be in hell to meet him when he got there. He had no doubt Elune would turn away from him for leading his friends to their deaths, he no longer cared. Bloodied claws raked down the flank of Canesut as Falcon dodged another attack from the mighty axes the demon held. The monster stumbled and Falcon swiftly turned and slammed into the injured leg causing Canesut to kneel. Flaming arrows struck the demon in places his armor didn't cover, glancing over his shoulder Falcon saw a few of the Night Elf archers still stood, one being Red. Beside her using Mutt as a makeshift mount was Sly. Sly caught Falcon's eyes on him and the damn rogue smiled, giving the druid a small salute with his good arm.
"We all made this choice, Akire," Sly whispered. "Don't you dare blame yourself, it's been an honor. I'll be dancing with you tonight in the embrace of Elune. But I'm going to take a few more of these hellions first."
The tiger under the rogue surged forward as daggers appeared in his hand. "Tor ilisar'thera'nal!" Sly shouted an ancient battle cry of the Kaldorei as the blades fanned out from him striking various demons.
Evading another assault from the recovered Canesut, Falcon shifted into a panther and raced around behind the demon. Leaping up he used his claws to climb, sinking into the scaly hide of his foe as he avoided the bony spikes running up the demon's back. Giant wings fanned as Canesut let out an angry shout. "Get off me gnat!"
With another pounce Falcon landed on the right wing with claws and fangs he tore at the fleshy membrane, shredding it. With a cry a hand seized the druid and tossed him away. The agility of the cat allowed Falcon to land on his feet; his silken fur didn't share the same durability as the grizzly, so he sported four bloody streaks across his chest from the talons which had snagged him. However, it had been worth it, that bastard was going no where now. Canesut's grab for Falcon had cost the demon one of his axes, he must have set it down and it was now being buried by thick vines, the same as before which must mean Atot was still standing somewhere. If the demon keeper was concerned about the loss of his axe he didn't show it as he brought the remaining weapon he still brandished down cleaving one of the orcs of Demoncraft's clan in half. The small brown orc crumbled as his leader appeared bringing his own axe down on Canesut's wrist.
"I'll chop the damn thing off," Falcon heard Demoncraft growl, though the metal bracer the demon wore absorbed most of the attack.
Taking the moment of respite Falcon did a quick and dirty healing job on himself. It would be a waste of magic at this point to heal completely; he just wanted to be able to fight a bit longer. A hand on his back startled him and he snapped toward the touch, his teeth grazing the battered arm of Star. The young Kaldorei's face was bloodied, her eyes were incredibly sad. The rage left Falcon as he shifted into his elfin form; he used his thumb to brush away a tear on the crimson stained cheek, the dark blue locks of the warrior had fallen from its braid. He healed the small cut on her forehead that was the source of most of the blood.
"I …" she put a hand on her chest, "my name is Katri, I didn't want to die without sharing it with you, thank you for protecting me. I know we haven't known each other as long as you have some of the others, but you never treated me any differently."
Falcon let out a soft gasp and rested his head against hers. "Akire," he whispered back at her. She kissed him then and as her fingers left his cheek, she grabbed her sword and raced back into battle. He soon lost sight of her in the clash.
"Faya what I have done?" he whispered sadly as he shifted into a grizzly and charged.
"You've given us permission to fight back against our oppressors, beloved. It is something we have all dreamed about but haven't had the courage. Be strong, you will hold your daughter soon. She loves you as much as I do." His wife's whisper reached him as he knocked Demoncraft away from an attack of Canesut.
"I had that, elf!" the orc growled.
Ignoring Demoncraft Falcon focused on the demon in front of him. Canesut was hurt; there was no question about it. However, the druid had no idea if a demon's stamina was similar to theirs are not. Perhaps injuries had no effect on them as it did mortals.
"ENOUGH!" Canesut shouted. "I WILL BURN YOU ALL!"
Falcon frowned, "What now?" he thought. The giant demon's skin began to glow. "Move back!" he shouted. Turning around he raced away from Canesut, as fire erupted from the ground underneath the demon. The dying screams of demons and prisoners which hadn't escaped filled the cavern.
"Faya?" he whispered.
"I'm here, beloved."
"Kotka?"
"Just a little singed, Akire, I'm not done yet."
"Katri?"
Silence met him. He tried again with the same result; he hung his head and allowed himself a brief moment to mourn. Canesut continued to cast a spell similar to the one warlocks call hellfire. "We need to stun him, lad," Sid said at his side.
"Can you shield me?" Falcon asked. "Good to see you."
"Same, aye I can shield you … we've lost Mudon and Rarvo … …"
"Star is gone too," Falcon said sadly.
"Death is coming for all of us this day," Sid replied as he patted Falcon on the back. "How about we take that bastard with us?"
Nodding Falcon embraced the spirit of the grizzly and rushed toward the flaming demon. Canesut saw him coming and though fire still spewed around him he lifted his battleaxe and waited. The warmth of Sid's holy shield surrounded him as he neared the demon, it protected him from the flames which licked at his paws but would do little to stop the giant weapon being swung at him. He sent his love to all that shared his true name as he crashed into the demon, interrupting the spell cast. However, there was no way to stop the axe that bore down.
"Please let it be enough," he pleaded as he closed his eyes.
There was the sound of metal on metal and Falcon opened his eyes to find the axe being blocked by someone in front him. Twin glaives with the runes etched into the blades glowed in the darken cavern. Their wielder had his back to the druid, dirty ebony hair was pulled up in a high pony tail, revealing tall slender pale ears. Wrapped around the chest were bloodied bandages.
"Get up," an unknown voice growled. "Get up and fight, do not give up. Not now, not after our sacrifices …"
"The entrance is blocked," Falcon replied. "We have no where to run."
"There is another way," the other pushed the axe away and to Falcon's surprise the mighty demon stumbled.
His rescuer turned to look him revealing a familiar but at the same time an alien face. "Adran!" he cried out, his heart's whisper was met with the same coldness as it had the day he had been told of the elf's death. Rain's face was marred by a bloody blindfold and the horrifying truth dawned on the druid. His heart had completed the training of his childhood; he was now a demon hunter.
"Falcon, I can take him, protect the others." The strange voice was coming from Rain's lips. He was freely speaking Common but it didn't sound like the elf.
"What … why?" Falcon whispered, "Where have you been?"
"Not now," Rain growled as he lightly jumped away from the demon at the same time pushing Falcon to the side. "Finish off the lesser ones, I've killed Ortug and Viser already; this guy won't be a problem just don't get in my way."
"Akire, I can't reach him!" Crystal whispered to him alarmed.
"Our true names are our soul names, our heart's soul is now shared with a demon … I don't know, beloved. He speaks of another exit; let the others know we fight for freedom once again!"
Unwilling to leave Rain to the demon Falcon stayed but kept his distance and watched. The elf was one with the blades in his hands as he lashed out with the Warglaives that easily sliced through Canesut's armor like they were made of cloth.
"Insolent whelp!" the demon growled. "It takes years to fully understand the powers you are trying to wield. You've been enhanced less than a moon, the demon you sacrificed will take over mind you will become a tool of the Legion!"
"Perhaps," the cold voice of Rain replied, "but I will be the instrument of your death first. I will impale you on the wall you are so proud of, for all the suffering you have brought my family."
"Your family?" the demon let out a dark laugh. "There is no family here; you were just a fuck …" The rest words were cutoff as Rain leapt into the air and to Falcon's alarm a pair of black wings appeared attached to his heart's back. The bandages the elf sported fell to the ground. "Impossible!" Canesut shouted as Rain folded the wings and dove toward the demon, weapons first. The lithe elf buried one of the blades into Canesut's right shoulder as he flipped onto its back, the other blade cut the demon's mangled wing completely off. Black blood splattered the ground around Canesut.
Canesut bellowed something in his demonic tongue; as Rain ran his Warglaives through the remaining wing causing it to join the first on the floor. The pale elf looked toward Falcon; though his eyes were bandaged there was no doubt in the druid's mind that he was seen.
"He's calling out to bury us," Rain shouted. Falcon assumed his knowledge of the demonic words came from the taint on his soul. "Fall back to the mines; it was built by dwarves it will hold."
As if to reinforce the warning there was a deep rumbling roar from above. "To the mines!" the druid shouted. The demonic ranks were in chaos as they tried to escape their fate by flying up, a falling stalagmite caught one demon, spearing the red-skinned beast in the chest as it crashed to the ground barely missing an archer pulled out of the way by Dylan.
The surviving prisoners scrambled past Canesut and Rain locked in combat to reach the mines. As Falcon joined them he ran by Demoncraft, the orc was lying on the ground, his cleaved shoulder bleeding onto the rocky ground. His left leg twisted in a way that was clearly broken, alert eyes found his. "Glorious battle," the orc said with a content smile. Falcon transformed back into an elf and placed a hand on Demoncraft. "No time," the orc growled shoving him away.
"Agreed," Falcon said grabbing the non-mangled arm of the orc he tossed his old foe over his shoulder at the same time calling upon the grizzly. "Hold on," he growled, "there is still a chance to keep your vow of not dying in this hell."
At the mouth of the cave he was relieved to see Sid and Shar supporting Rad between them. With them he spied his wife, Red, Sly and Gola. Crystal ran forward and helped take the bleeding orc from his back; returning to an elf he looked back out at the cavern. Giant rocks crashed down from above, he could only watch as they buried those unable or unwilling to join them. The undead leader of Stonecat, Deathshiver, was holding his ground raining fire down on the demons which still scrambled around. The spell silenced only after boulders crashed on top of the warlock burying him.
"He was tired of his curse," Atot said at his side, "they did not believe we will live and wanted to die in battle."
"We will escape," he frowned; Rain was still in combat with Canesut. "Rain!" he shouted, "to me!" The elf didn't hear or chose to ignore him. He closed his eyes and called out silently, "Adran!" Nothing … a large rock fell in front of him and a strong arm pulled him back away from the opening. He struggled against the hold. "I won't lose him again!"
"It's is his choice!" Atot growled.
"Is it?" Falcon asked, "Or the demon he is bound to?" He looked back at the band of survivors, much smaller than the crowd that had taken up their weapons and magic with him at the start of the battle. His eyes fell on the archer, Shawna, he was happy to see she still lived. There were a half-dozen Kaldorei standing in the cavern with him. With the knowledge of a true name came power. A desperate idea formed, switching to the tongue of his birth he said, "His true name is Adran!" Crystal gasped. "Please my brothers and sisters call to him, break through the shadows of his heart … help me."
Turning back to the contest between demon hunter and his prey, Falcon called out to the elf with every fiber of his being. "ADRAN!"
The Warglaive cut through the demon's neck and the giant monster fell. Falcon repeated the soul cry and saw Rain stumble. "Come to me my heart," he whispered opening his arms as the cavern continued to implode. The blindfolded elf turned toward him and started to run, dodging the giant boulders and stalactites which crashed down.
"He ain't going to make it," Sid said as another large cave-in nearly blocked the entrance to the mines. "Fall back!" the dwarf ordered, "it ain't safe at the mouth."
"No!" Falcon growled at the large fur-covered arm wrapped around him and forcefully pulling him back away. He fought against the Tauren which held him. As the last small opening to the cavern they called Hell fell dark he saw a flash of movements and with a sob he braced himself for the nimble form that collided with him sending druid, shaman and demon hunter flying. He wrapped his arms around Rain and held him tight taking most of the force of the fall for the pair.
Keeping the warm, breathing, alive elf in his embrace Falcon looked over at the now sealed entrance. He said a quick prayer for all of those that had fallen this day. The cavern was in absolute darkness even his elfin eyes had a hard time distinguishing who was where. Finally there was a bright burst of magic and Myrick held up his glowing hand giving light to the gloom.
"Find something that will burn," Dylan ordered. "Make torches." The paladin moved over to where Falcon and Rain still laid. "Welcome back, Rain," he said, "Crystal spoke of another way out … is it now sealed behind rock and our dead?"
Rain shook his head and in a voice which didn't match the pale elf he pointed into the mines. "It's that way, deep into the mines … that was why I was late to join the fight. I'm sorry; if I had been here sooner the losses may have been less."
"Or they may have not been," Dylan said. Falcon noticed the wings he had seen earlier were now gone, all that were left were bloody sores on the elf's back. Around them torches were lit adding more light to chase away the shadows. "Let us mend the wounded and rest before we continue," Dylan said loud enough to be overheard. "Our escape lies deeper within the mines which have been our prison, the demons are dead, and the sacrifices of those we lost were not in vain."
As the battle weary survivors shouted out in victory Falcon ran a hand down the still elf in his arms, searching and healing. Some of them wore their sacrifices more visible than others. "Adran," he whispered.
"I can hear you," Rain said aloud, "I just can't answer you … I'm sorry … so sorry, I thought it was the only way." Then the newly created demon hunter began to weep as the enormity of all that had befallen sunk in and Falcon's hold tightened.
"We'll figure it out," he whispered, "it will be okay my heart, it will be okay."
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