in
April 8th, 2004
Author's note: I know I haven't posted in a while. This is the fourth chapter in my story Lotr's Quest Legend of the Four Swords [like you couldn't tell :)]. There will be two versions of this story the one that has been posted here is the short version, I'm currently making an extended version with longer chapters, better description, and overall a lot better. It will be on here when this book is finished. I will try to post one [or more] chapters per week if I have time to write it up. i'd like to hear what you think just e-mail me. Hope you enjoy bye for now!
Chapter 4: The Demon
Standing before Lotr was something he could not explain. It was glassy black, with red lines running throughout its body, resembling its veins and arteries. It looked almost human, but was somehow different. On its back it had large wings, covered with red and black feathers.
Lotr steadied his sword, ready for a fight.
“Hahaha, you think you can possibly defeat me? You are a pitiful worm compared to me. Drop your sword and I won’t take your life.” It said, occasionally stopping to snort, smoke came out of his nose.
“What are you?” Lotr asked, trying to appear unafraid, even though his body was quivering with fear madly.
“I am an Archdemon, Destroyer of Souls. All magmans change into demons when they are slain. You help me, more then hurt me. Only ten magmans reside in the Great volcanos, I am one of them. Or should I say was? I give you one warning to drop your sword, or emerge into Hell forever.”
Lotr charged the demon, stabbing it in the chest with the sword of fire. He pushed harder and harder, but the demon didn’t even appear to weaken, in fact it seemed to grow stronger, absorbing the blast. When all strength faded from him, Lotr fell down with fatigue.
“Ha! I am impervious to the sword of fire. I am stronger and can master it. Only Sion can hurt me, which you will never have. I gave you a chance to surrender but now I have no choice but to kill you.”
The demon reached over his back appearing to try to grab something, suddenly the demon’s hands sprung forward, a fireball appearing between them. He fired the bal at Lotr. Lotr dived out of the way, hearing a resounding crack as the ball hit the surface, sparks and shale went flying everywhere, covering the entire hall with fire. The demon grinned, getting ready for the last blow. He went into action again, firing the ball of fire for the kill. . .
*
Suddenly a woman burst though a door on the near end of the hall. Seeing the demon ready to kill a man lying on the ground, she took out her sword and aimed it between the man and the demon, the sword fired a jet of water. The demon cast the fireball at the helpless man. The jet of water slammed into the fireball extinguishing it instantly.
*
Lotr didn’t see what had saved his life. He looked across the hall from where the water came from. Standing in the hall was a woman about 6 feet tall. In her hand she held a bright blue sword. She wore turquoise armor covering her from neck to knee. On her head was a helmet with blue feathers decorating it. On her thigh was the scabbard for her sword. He could tell she wielded Sion, the Sword of Water.
The woman advanced toward the startled demon, sword drawn. She then shouted, “Owt Temec Shemok,” the Fire sword embedded in the demon detached at flew back to Lotr. Lotr caught it deftly, readying it for battle.
“You think Sion will best me? Meet your destroyer, Implas Conzouri, second strongest archdemon in Hell behind Beelzebub and Satan. You will not destroy me!” the demon shrieked glowing ruby red with anger.
The woman ran next to Lotr, ready to protect him from the demon’s fire. Lotr steadied hi shaking hands, ready to fight at a moments notice.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“My name is Fremesia, wielder of Sion,” she answered without a glance.
“Fremesia and Lotr sitting on the floor, guess what killed them Implas Conzouri!” the demon chanted. A shield of fire surrounded him, Fremesia shot it with a water jet but it didn’t even simmer, instead it grew brighter and hotter.
Sweat poured out of Fremesia and Lotr, the heat almost too hot to bare.
With a grin of triumph the demon parted his hands, sending the fire shield flying in all directions, small missiles of fire pouring out over them. One missile headed straight towards them, their faces changed into horror. . .
See more stories by Tim