Thread: Holy Hell!

Noel had no clue what she had done, she had no idea where she was. She knew it was a tomb of some kind, the place just reeked of evil. She could feel it in the air, like constantly waking through cobwebs. She didn't like the feeling. If she had known that this was a demons tomb she would have called in for back up before chasing it down here. This was not something she should be tackling alone. Changelings, trolls, exorcisms, smaller issues but she was not ready to take on more then one demon at a time. Especially not on this scale. Most of all she was not equipped to handle an awakening. The body in the tomb looked as thought he was still alive, but this place seemed so old that couldn't be possible. You don't entomb a living being. Unless... The priestess bit her lip to bit back the string of curses. This was the tomb of a demon, locked away when they couldn't find a way to kill him and they hoped time would do it for them. It had been a practice but one that had ended a long time ago. All the demons that needed measures like this had been long since locked away... and now she just let one out... God help me. The woman whispered as the demon approached her. The man was naked, causing a bit of blush to rise to her cheeks despite the circumstances. Being a virtuous woman she had not before seen any man naked older then five years old and there were diffidently differences. When he began to approach her she quickly realized that the troll would not be her biggest problem. There had to be spells, things that bound him here. To make a tomb as grand as this he had to be a powerful demon. The aura of evil this place gave off was testimony to that. The woman went to push herself off, crying out in pain. Her shoulder had been dislocated... on her firing arm. It was fixable but she wouldn't be able to shoot accurately for the rest of the day. And there was a demon approaching. A very naked, very powerful demon. Soon he was far to close for comfort. With her other hand she pulled a dagger from her belt, the blade was silver, it was meant for werewolves but a blade was a blade for now. She held the blade up, waiting for him to make a move but a large crash drew her attention back to her original reason for coming to this accursed place. Luckily the troll was to stupid to realize how powerful the demon before it was. When it attacked the woman expected it to kill the troll much like the troll had killed the people. While the two were distracted she sheathed the dagger and went for her gun, if she was to die it would be with gun in hand, even if it would be the wrong one. A cry like nothing she had heard before brought her attention back to the two and her eyes widened with shock and horror when she saw the demon with his hand actually inside the demon's chest. The holy woman could only watch in horror as the demon ripped the troll's heart straight from it's chest. The Troll fell. That had been her job and he had done it. Kill the troll. Her mission was complete. Now she had a new mission, get back to head quarters and report this awakening. First though she needed to get out of here alive. She knew she should run, the demon was distracted, she had her gun, her legs still worked. Still, her body was frozen and she was made an unwilling witness to what happened next. The heart... it... it was still beating. She did not know what magic kept the heart alive while the body died but she did not want to, she just wanted to run. Then the demon did something even worse. He devoured it. Her stomach churned, that simple movement seemed to break the spell upon her frozen form as she pushed herself to her feel with her good arm and ran from that cursed place. She did not know how she managed to find her way out but she did. Her legs never carried her faster then they did at that moment. She did not know how far she ran, when she saw the light she just kept running through the forest, wanting to get as far away form that place as possible, hopefully whatever spells left in that place would hold it there. As long as it was kept there if didn't matter if it was awake or asleep as long as it didn't get out. Finally the woman came across a small stream, she knew she had to be far. She fell to her knees to try and catch her breath. Grasping her shoulder she managed to relocate it, wincing from the pain. Still, even if it hurt it was useable. She ran her hand through her hair, her headress had been left behind at the cavern but she was sure that it would be forgiven considering her reason for fleeing. Kneeling beside the small stream and splashed some of the cool water on her face. She got away, she was safe. With a sigh or relief she turned her gaze to the sky, just happy she managed to get out of there alive.