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Story Codes: Fantasy, Magic, Violence

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Kora Falk

My will slammed into Prince Meinard. I could feel it affecting a part of him, a small sliver that was from the Biomancer. It twitched and throbbed, but it didn’t control him. I didn’t freeze the bastard like it did the ooze. He kept tearing at my brother’s guts. Sven’s growls of pain rising above the crackling flames. The insectoid bastard was killing Sven.

And I couldn’t affect the bastard. There was too much… human in him. A shudder rippled down my back. He wasn’t created from scratch like the ooze was. Like the Paragon. The fraction of a monster in him wouldn’t let me control all of Prince Meinard. I… I couldn’t help my brother.

Pain clenched my heart. I had to help out somehow. And that meant…

“I’m sorry, Sven,” I whispered. The Paragon was here. Maybe I could affect her.

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Ealaín

The watery shield saved my life. Greta screamed at me.

I had a reprieve. I forced myself to stand. My entire body ached and throbbed. I shuddered, struggling to rise. Light bled through the cracks of my armor. The Paragon grinned at me, her mongrel face twisted in anger. I had to protect Kora.

My broken ribs screamed in protest as I moved. I pushed my semi-divine body to its limits. I grunted and snarled. My armor dug into my body. I staggered to my feet as Greta scrambled clear. She threw a wall of water between me and the Paragon.

“You have to run, Ealaín!” Greta shouted.

“No running,” I growled, gripping my ax and war hammer, their light flickering and spluttering.

The Paragon slammed her fist into the wall of water. The flowing liquid blunted her attack. Her fist burst through but fell short of my face, droplets raining on me. She snarled and battered at the barrier. With a howl, she ripped through it, her misshapen breasts heaving at me. Water spilled over her face.

Her eyes stared past me at my charge. At my Kora. I didn’t intend to fall in love with Kora and her family. I was just here to inspire her, to be her muse, and protect her so she could create art to enrich the world.

And this monster wanted to crush that.

I roared and slashed my flickering weapons at her. I screamed as the pain throbbed through me. My armor pressed into my chest. I groaned as my weapons fell on her. Ax slashing, hammer crushing. The Paragon lifted a bloodied arm, her iron-hard bones exposed.

My feeble attacks spilled off of her. The world swam around me. Kora screamed in the background, crying out orders. Her words were distant as a dizzying wave washed through me. Darkness spilled across my vision. I swayed.

I couldn’t be weak.

My teeth ground together. I shook my head. I had to focus and—

The Paragon’s fist slammed down at me. I crossed my weapons. The blow hit me. Threw me back. Water spilled around me, catching me as I stumbled. Broken ribs twisted inside of me. I tasted blood. It bubbled up the back of my throat. My breath wheezed.

“Stop!” Kora shouted, her voice ringing clear. I could almost feel her will rushing by me.

The Paragon’s next punch slowed. It grew stuttered, like something seized it. Bestial passion spilled across her horrific face. She bellowed, head shaking. I shook my head, the Paragon’s body trembling.

“You will stop fighting!” Kora shouted, her words growing stronger. “You will surrender.”

“I… will… not…” spat the Paragon, her words half-choked. “You… are not… Father…”

“Surrender!”

I glanced at Kora. She clutched the amulet. Ruby light flickered between her fingers. She was… controlling the Paragon. It was… remarkable.

Greta snarled and charged in. Her watery sword slashed forward. Diamond droplets trailed behind her weapon. It wept her passion. She screamed, her hair dancing behind her as she slammed her blade into the Paragon’s side.

The rage surged across the Paragon’s face. Her fist lashed out, but Greta threw water before her, protecting herself. The Paragon’s entire body shook like an old woman, palsy tremors rippling through her body as Kora kept shouting.

“Surrender! Submit!”

I howled, channeled my pain, and stumbled at her. I put every ounce of strength I had left into me. My hammer and ax swung at the Paragon. Knives of agony stabbed into my body. I stumbled at the misshapen thing. My weapons slammed into her chest, into her bleeding breasts. My hammer cracked into her sternum. My ax bounced off her ribs. Pain shot through me. I swayed.

My attack did nothing. Dizzying waves surged through me. My entire body shuddered. I stumbled and fell onto my back. I was dying. More blood coughed out of me. I had to fight. I had to get up.
“Kneel!” Kora ordered. “Submit!”

The Paragon roared, her entire body shook. She clenched her fist.

I had to finish her off.

I pressed up on an elbow, struggling to rise. I coughed blood. A wave of cold rushed through my semi-divine body. I focused on the Paragon and… I collapsed onto my back. I groaned as Greta charged, stabbing. Her sword slammed into the Paragon’s belly.

The monstrous abomination howled. The Paragon head threw back. Her entire body shook. “Will! Not! SUBMIT!”

Her body surged forward. Kora gasped. The Paragon took a lumbering step towards me. She stood over me. Her foot raised up. It was so wide, her sole leathered and calloused. My vision focused on her. I had to move. I had to act.

Too weak.

Her foot slammed down.

“No!” screamed Kora. “Stop! Stop!”

The foot slammed into my chest with the weight of a falling boulder. My armor burst with golden light. A surge of agony crashed through me. I screamed out as I felt my chest cave in and…
My pain ended.

I rose free of my body. My spirit left my flesh. I gasped, stunned, staring down at my crushed corpse, my white hair spilling out of my helm, the weapons clutched in my black hands flickering out like dying candles.

I didn’t hear Kora’s scream of grief so much as felt it rippling through the air. I had a final glimpse of my wife, gripping the Biomancer’s ruby, her blonde braids swaying behind her as such pain twisted her face. Red light flared from the amulet and then…

I left behind this world and entered the next.

My mother called to me. She beckoned to my soul to join her at her Adamant Palace. I couldn’t help my family any longer. I wouldn’t be there for Kora. For Sven and Ava. For Aingeal and Greta and Nathalie. Not even for Carsina.

My soul wept as diamond walls reared up around me and my mother’s gentle arms engulfed me.

“Shhh,” Rithi cooed, rocking me. “Your pain is over.”

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Zanyia

Bright light flared. My ears picked up Kora screaming in fright. I ignored her. I focused on my prey. I moved closer and closer to Shevoin as he dueled with Ava and Aingeal. Purple energy flashed through the air as I crept forward. I licked my lips, my tail hardly swishing from side to side. I just had to go slow. I couldn’t attract his attention.

I had to wait for the right moment. I had no magic. I would get one opportunity to do this. To plunge my weapon into his back. Step by step. I just needed Aingeal to fend off his magic and Ava to keep his attention away from me.

My ears twitched.

Hooves thudded. Louder and louder. A horse charged.

I hissed, my armor swallowing the sound. My head whipped around. The leader of the soldiers, his cape streaming behind him, raced at me. He leveled a lance at my form, hard eyes glaring at me through the gaps in his visor. My back arched as I stared at the sharp, metal point of his weapon.

I leaped.

The lance shot beneath me. I glared at the commander. His charge carried him right into me. I cleared over the head of his horse, my katars punching forward. My triangular blades slammed into his steel breastplate. The force of my attack, augmented by my armor, combined with the speed of his galloping steed.

Metal crumpled.

My triangular blades penetrated through his breastplate, cracked his ribs, and tearing into his lungs and heart. I crashed into him a moment later. I bounced off of him, twisting, my weapons ripping from his ruined chest. I spun through the air, the world blurring around me. My tail twitched, righting my body.

I landed on my feet like any good cat.

The commander crashed off his horse, landing in a clatter. The sound assaulted my ears. His horse kept charging, snorting. I glanced to the mage. I was only a dozen feet from him and—

He turned, spotted me.

“Las’s putrid cum!” I screamed and leaped at him.

Fire fired from him. The air rippled. I screamed, crossing my arms before me out of instinct. I didn’t want to be burned. I wanted to be protected. My katars flowed. The leather that made up Silence reshaped into a buckler.

The flames slammed into my protection.

Fire burst around it.

My body flew back. My mind rattled in my brain. I hit the ground. Rolled. Darkness flooded through my vision. My body ached. I groaned as I came to a rest against a metallic body. I smelled roasted flesh. My body throbbed and ached. My head swam. I struggled to keep awake, my eyes fluttering to stay open.

Lost.

Darkness crashed down onto me, swallowing the pain of my burns.

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Aingeal
“Zanyia!” Ava screamed as the lamia crashed into the ground, her body smoking.

I squeezed down my fear for her. Shevoin’s attention wasn’t on us. As Ava charged us forward, I gathered my evocation spirits. The orange balls quivered, eager to unleash destruction. They fed off my anger. Ava screamed through the feyhound’s mouth as the beam formed before her open jaws.

The purple lanced out at him, the evocation spirits streaming at the mage. I would burn a hole through him. I would kill him. Poor Zanyia lay smoking. I didn’t know if she lived or was dead. I just knew Shevoin had to die.

My energy streaked at him. The air warped, distorted. He… somehow made the atmosphere into a prism. My energy hit it and bent, streaking off at an oblique angle and missing him as he whirled around to glare at us. His face set.

Stone thrust up before us.

We crashed into it with a clatter of snapping twigs.

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Sven Falk

The pain dug into my side. Kora screamed in the background. Light exploded. All I could focus on was not dying. I stared at that vulnerable spot on Prince Meinard’s armored chest. I just had to stab him, but his claws twisted inside of me. My arms spasmed.

My strength waned.

Darkness washed through me. Nathalie hammered her blade at the monster, her naked tits bouncing, her flames bursting against his back. But Prince Meinard ignored her. He stared at me, his mandibles clicking in delight. I struggled to gather smoke and smother him with it.

But my armor… He’d damaged my armor.

The smoke only sputtered and coiled about my hand.

“I am going to enjoy feasting on all your women, Sven,” he growled. “I will dig into their innards. Like this.” His fingers twisted in my guts.

I howled in torturous agony.

“What a sweet feast they will be!”

“No!” I roared. I had to do something. I had to stop him.

“Master!”

It wasn’t Nathalie who shouted. Bursting through the flames, Carsina appeared in her leather work garb. She clutched the diamond hammer in her hand. She thrust it at me. Brilliant light flickered inside, scintillating with every hue imaginable.

Prince Meinard flinched before the purity.

The hammer touched my shoulder. Energy poured into Frozenshadows, reinvigorating the damaged leather. Darkness burst from it. An inky wave of umbral force exploded from me. I growled as the claws wrenched from my hands, the prince throwing back.

“Kill it, Master!” Carsina shouted.

She supercharged my armor. The shadows slid along my flesh, gripping me, giving me more strength. The darkness poured into my wounds, plugging up the bleeding, soothing away the pain. A jolt of cold exhilaration raced through my body. Every muscle spasmed.

Then I gained my feet with flowing grace.

I threw myself at Prince Meinard. My rapier became a dagger, the perfect tool. I fell on him as he shuddered on his back. I straddled him. I raised up the blade and slammed it down on that beetle. It was the source. I could feel it. The corruption twisting his body came from it.

“Pater’s mighty cock!” I screamed.

My dagger slammed into the center of the beetle.

Did nothing.

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