Heirot

Damien's smile didn't waver at the news and he stared at the dark man before him. "Why would I help them?" he felt the fire coursing through his veins. "I don't need them. If they can't beat some small army of yours then I don't have need of them anyway."

Damien turned and the lightning flashed again. This time Damien saw where it came from. And yet another bolt blasted from the ship.

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Trydent blasted and shocked the zombies as they tried to overrun him. He backed himself out of the room, looking frantically down the hallways for others.

Ahriman laughed. "They are not my army. They are simply the spirits of evil men who have died recently.... I have no control over them. They are far more powerful than you think. The living have no power on this ship, since it is the ship of the dead. If you are about to use your powers you must have died before and been brought back... To use magic on this vessel you must have stepped foot in the world of the dead...."

Damien waved a hand over his shoulder and the crate he had sat in moments earlier burst into flames. He stopped and turned back to Ahriman. "I rule the dead." he said sadistically. "I thought you knew everything, Hand of Death." His tone was sour and sarcastic.

He disappeared below deck and saw Trydent fending off the dead souls. "How odd," Damien said to himself. He walked to Trydent's side. The walking corpses turned to ash as they approached Damien. "Tell me Trydent. When did you die?"

Trydent looked at him with shock at the question.

Trydent looked at him rather confused. "I was died once, but clevere doctors brought me back," he said. "It was many years ago in the battle at Ra'esh..."

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Mi screamed underneath a rotting hand that was smashing down over her mouth to keep her quiet. She thrashed, trying to get loose, but four was just too much for her. They were large, and despite there looks very strong. She heard the sound of fabric ripping and she tried to scream even louder... angry that she could not even set there clothes on fire....

"Ah," Damien said to Trydent. "I guess it's a good thing you've died before then." The sound of muffled screams rang down the hallway, followed by a different voice and a man's grumble. "I guess Thorn hasn't though." He said with a grin.

He moved past Trydent, who continued to blast the zombies about him. As he opened the door into one of the rooms, he found Eve being drug across the floor, while Thorn fought them back. "Why wasn't I invited to the party?" Damien asked smiling devilishly.

Eve was kicking and screaming as a couple held her down on the floor. Thorn was fighting them off as best he could as the door was opened and Damien stood in the doorway. The gouls in the room froze and looked at him. "Close the door, we can have a party when we're done with this one!" one said.

Thorn cut through one, disinboweling him. "I've got this, my lord!"

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Mi managed to get her mouth uncovered and let out a roar of fury. If there was on thing she hated more than anything else it was being unable to get free... and being violated.

"Move!" She said managing to get one foot loose from a goul holding it down. She kicked him, knocking him off the bed. She swung that leg around and knocked another off the side. She flipped over, banging her legs into the headboard, which would leave a nasty bruise.

Then she punched another. As they stood up she jumped off the bed, taking a fighting stance. She was so angry she didn't notice that the top of her was exposed... her nightgown was ripped and hung loosely at her hips, moments from slipp off completely.

Damien shook his head as he heard the roar come from the room next to them. "Trydent?" he yelled back down the hall. "Come and help these two." Damien torched the one that pulled on Eve.

He kicked in the wooden door into Mi's room. Noticing the top of her gown gone, he smiled again. "And you called Eve a whore." He looked at the undead beings. "At least she sleeps with guys that are still alive." His tone was joking but a little harsh.

At the moment he kicked down the door and said what he said Mi went to retort angerly. However, she was cut off as a goulish being tackled her to the hard floor, trying to pin her down again, using all his weight to hold her down.

"Kiss my ass, Damien," she muttered darkly, trying to save herself. The goul, tired of her struggling headbutted her. She groaned as her head rolled to the side dizzily. One more jumped towards her as the other two went to handle Damien.

"With pleasure," Damien said. He back handed the air at the approaching zombies and they flew back from the fiery blast. "Though I must say, I really don't like leftovers." He looked as she struggled on the floor.

Mi looked at Damien and growled. She kicked one of the gouls between the legs. He roared like an animal and fell over to the side. She flipped over again, spin kicking on until his neck broke. She stomped the neck of the other, breaking it too.

Then she marched straight for Damien and punched him as hard as she could, so hard that her hand would surely be stiff and numb for a while. She pulled her nightgown up and held it close to her. "Get the f*ck out of here..." she said, standing right in front of him, mere inches from him. So angry she could barely breath.

Damien's head twisted to the side as her fist connected to his face. Her words burned into him as they left her slithering tongue. He felt the fire and rage burn inside his blood.

He gripped her around the neck and shoved her against the wall with unnatural force. "Now listen here, you little ungrateful bitch!" His voice wasn't pleasant in the least. It was out of the norm and very evil. He squeezed her throat tighter, cutting off her already short breath. "I saved you from that fucking thing you called a father, and you haven't done anything but give me more shit." Damien stood slightly to the side guarding his privates from her kicking feet. He kissed her firmly on the lips.

Mi's eyes widened. She clawed at Damien's hand, kicking her feet and pushing. Struggling to get away from him. She closed her mouth tightly to try and keep him from kissing her. If he thought this was supposed to turn her own it didn't.

For some reason the door closed on its on, leaving them in black darkness again. Mi stopped struggling finding it futile to waist her energy.

"I assume you want some form of payment?" she croaked out, trying to breath. "As thanks for saving me?" More, like condeming me... she thought.

Damien shoved her harder against the wall. Her words were like venom. He felt the blood running down his face from her nails. He threw her to the floor with great strength. "You have nothing I want," The door blasted open and Damien walked out of it igniting the room behind him. Down the hallway he saw Trydent holding Eve in his arms and Thorn at their side. The three stared at Damien with wonder. They heard the commotion but didn't know what was going on.

Mi growled. "F*ck you too!" she muttered as Ahriman appeared to put the fire out.

"Don't worry," he said with a smile. "The God of Darkness has plans for you... Plans that will bring your powers far beyond his.... You can seek your revenge then..." Then he left her, and when he left a door appeared.

Damien felt the coldness behind him. He turned to find no one. He smiled at Eve as he approached the three. "Is everything alright?" Trydent asked.

"Quite alright," Damien answered taking Eve by the waist and leading her down the dark hallway. Thorn and Trydent wanted to protest but they knew better.

Eve giggled as they walked and he whispered in her ear. They disappeared into the room at the end of the hall.