Death

[Shadow of the Fallen]

I wrote this a while back, about december-ish.. Haven't really gone back and modified it a whole lot, though I do like the plot. I always welcome criticisim, even if you think it sux, just tell me why. Enjoy!!

 

Death

(by Shadow of the Fallen)

 

Death took the last breath from the demon's lungs. It's skeleton collapsed on the sudden vacum inside the foul creatures chest, and the whole body structure imploded and compressed with the force.

 

And empty shell casing hit the masonwork floor, echoing a muffled clang through the dank room. Steam drifted from the barrel of the weapon as a metalic click announced an empty magazine.

 

"Heh, so it is.. You are the last of their kind," the owner of the weapon stated to the last shadowed form of deamon kind before him, "it will bring me pleasure to see the end of your parasitic scourge." The being before him stood with its back turned.

 

It was a woman, deceptivly shapely for harboring the true evil of what she was. The man stood unfaltered even in the brilliance of her azure gown, which stood out in shap contrast with the bleak stone walls and etched-masonry floors.

 

"So it is," the woman replied, turning slowly upon the dark warrior. To the sudden disbelife of the man, she only asked, "why so bewildered, my love?"

 

Before him, the woman he was sent to kill, the person who he had toiled so hard to reach to exact his vengeance... Was revealed as his own wife.

 

The shock and greif overwhelmed the man at once, adding up all the trials and clues that should have led him to this.. Only now, after endless pain did it make sense. But for his own wife to be host of the demonkind was too much to bear.

 

"Why?.." was the only thing he could manage, remembering why he had come in the first place, his wife... She was supposed to be dead, slain by the plauge of these hellspawn.

 

"Why?... Why do you riddle me with meaningless questions. You knew all along, though you never thought about it directly... I was always different, you know that. Thats why you married me," with a look of dissatisfaction of what she must have thought of his ignorace, she continued, "'why' then, does this surprise you so?"

 

The man stayed there, on all fours, watching his tears as they fell into the cracks of the floor and dissapeared. After a moment of silence, he looked up to her, still disbeliving of what he saw before him, as though this was some kind of illusion.. He knew it wasn't.

 

"Because," he managed, beginning to gather his thoughts through the haze of anguish,"I never thought I would kill you for it..." He was already rising to a knee and drawing his weapon.. though the tears only fell harder. He had committed himself to this for her, on a winter dusk moons ago. He pledged upon her grave that he would slay every last demonkind, no matter the cost. His resolve had gotten him this far.. Now it would have to finnish the job with him.

 

Several of the demonic runes, centuries old and still maked deep in the slate floor, began to glow with an inner fire. Light began to shoot from them, behind the man, to his side, to the front, blocking his peripheral vision with a white haze.

 

The light began to become more concentrated, until it suddenly became thick columns of green ambience. Dark rifts began opening up within the shafts, bringing with them the unearthly screams of the underworld. Death was closing in.

 

The man held steady, unwaveing in his decision. Soon, he would be dead, wether he killed this woman... This hellspawned b**** from the eternal relm of shadow. The one thought of her death dominated him in that instant.

 

The next second seemed an eternity.

 

The man was going against every thing his mind was telling him, something nagging at him in the back of his mind.. He dismissed it repeatedly, knowing that it was his mind telling him he shouldn't shoot his own wife, that it was a mistake. But the sorceress before him told him other wise.. and he followed that instinct.

 

Deamons began to rush from the portal, filling the room, the moved toward the man with lightning speed and agility, intent on only his death. The woman smiled at the sight. The man grimaced.

 

His vision was obscured with tears, and it was all he could do to aim the gun the right way. He dared not even wasting a single bullet only to be consumed by this hoard of demons before the next was fired.

 

With the depress of a trigger, he found sudden solace in knowing his life would be over shortly, and that this scouge that had marred humanity would be banished from the world, entombed in these catacombs. The trigger clicked home.

 

And empty chamber clicked with it. The warrior blanched.

 

It ended in a sudden rush, the demons tearing at him, the world suddenly obscured by his blood, the darkness, the cold, the hopelessness and the loss... the failure. But above it all stode only the laughing image of his wife as his body was torn into oblivion.

[Shadow of the Fallen]

There is no more then 3-4 paragraphs that do NOT have a typo.. Most of them have big typos.. I'll need to go back and fix it sometime, though my time is limited at the moment..

 

Yes, this is fun, nobody else has looked at it besides me, save for 12 other people.. Sigh...

[wesaynothin]

Good. Good story.