01-30-2018, 09:29 AM
The Magma Chamber
Ash limped through the changing landscape. There was a point when sand became glass and glass became onyx rock, pools of lava swirling in craters around them, leaving deep impressions of the waves as it cooled. The land became rocky and hard, and hot. Her bare feet burned after only a few meters in. She summoned thick boots with undone strings and walked beside Desman who’s also summoned protection for his feet.
She felt the acid in her stomach mimic the surroundings. The land was harsh and barren, and in the center, just slightly to the right, an enormous volcano. Why did they decide to head towards that landmark specifically Ash would never know because she didn’t ask those kinds of questions.
The heat began to build the closer they got, the pools of magma shifting more angrily, and the sicker she began to feel. Not only her, Desman too. Twice they had to stop and rest, summoning water just for it to burn their tongues and throats before quenching thirsts. Ash briefly wondered if Primes could die of heatstroke and extreme dehydration as she wipes her arm across her forehead again, the horns tearing into her drenched flesh.
“Why... Are... We... Going... Back... Again?” Desman panted, trying to keep his footing on the sloping landscape.
“Because it will build rapport with our master, and make him understand that we choose this position, that we had a chance to escape and instead of taking it we chose to come find him for our collars. On our terms. He does not own us… He owes us.” Ash explained in plainer English this time. She was too sweat covered and exhausted to give a shit about being coy at the moment.
Desman was silent during this time now, as he now had something more to chew over.
Eventually, they reached the mountain with smoke pouring out of the top, creating a darkened sky that chased away most of the light. Ash and Desman convinced themselves that it was best to climb it after finding most ways around it were useless… There was a lovely beaten patch, smoothed by wear and tear, none the wiser of what those who would wear and tear the path down to usable...
That said, a noise of something you’d imagine more in a place of water than fire cried out across the sky. Something massive moved above them, beyond their reach. Out of the clouds, something that could be simply called a whale of rock and fire swam through and over them. Sand crumbled off him, landing in the pools and making them boil over, spilling out across the area, both Ash and Desman ducked and tried to avoid the spillage.
They wordlessly decided that worse than that was capable of lurking in the skies and decided to hurry up over this thing already.
What felt like hours later they were on the top, staring down at the back of the mountain. Pockets of brightly lit liquid boiled across it, like pus-filled pimples erupting naturally. The gross analogy continues as large rocks of hot iron are tossed randomly by the force of the volcano’s insides churning. And worse… Ash would have to climb all the way down, wouldn’t she?
“Fuck this shit.” She said, pissed off enough to kick a pebble across the sky. It flew into a nicely rounded bowl and turned before leaping out and vanishing into the chaos that was the mountain. But then Ash’s jaw raised, stiffened in thought. “Desman?”
“Y-Yes?” He answered timidly, too tired for this as well.
“What metals resist magma?” Ash asked, without looking at him.
“Uh… I um.. Titanium. That’s the biggest one. Um... Iron’s actually pretty good. Cobalt.” He finished, surely there was another one…”Nickel.” He added, with some enthusiasm, clearly excited about remembering it.
“I thought so,” Ash said, then turned around and began to concentrate, lifting her arms to do so.
Desman was curious but distracted. Before he could focus on her, he saw in the corner of his eye something approaching. It was larger than any reptile he had ever seen, but it was scaley, green and part fire. It crawled out of a nearby pool of lava, shaking the liquid off of it like a dog. It seemed to not notice them for a bit of time, but then the glowing gem green eyes found him and his companion. With some disdain, Desman lifted his hand, summoning the blade and choosing the only thing he thought would hurt the fire creature. Icey fog fell off the sword, he was sure it would have melted if it wasn’t magic.
While the demoness continued her summon, the human male stood to defend her. He hoped it was the smart move, pain shooting through his body from his bruised ribs. He was sure one of them was even broken. He had to push through the pain and discomfort to keep Ash safe. She was the only important thing to him at that moment.
The lizard opened its mouth, rows of razor sharp teeth glared at him, surely it would rip him apart. He just had to avoid them. He slashed at the air in front of it, trying to scare the beast. He slashed again, but the lizard snatched the blade in its mouth and tried to break through it. This was a mistake on the beast’s behalf, the ice shot forward and froze even the hottest saliva that tried to burn through his weapon. Crystals grew out and stabbed at its taste buds.
The lizard ripped away and growled angrily, but rose to its hind legs instead of submitting to the large two-legged creature. Indeed, the lizard seemed to morph to take on his own two-legged position, even pulling a club out of nowhere.
Desman was admittedly surprised by this and let out a soft ‘huh’ before slashing again.
While he parried and countered as best as a man could on a fiery mountain with a cutlass against a strange lizard man while his demoness girlfriend summoned something crucial enough to do so while the dangers of the land still lurked beside her, Desman couldn't help but enjoy himself. Sure this was dangerous and stranger, but it would be one hell of a story for later.
Ash managed her solid, slightly curved, a board of nickel, forged by her imagination. Ash used it to waylay the lizard from behind and then gave Desman a wink when his enemy was taken down by a solid hit. “Race you.” She challenged, then ran and leaped off the top peak.
The metal screeched loudly as it landed against the hard stone. Sparks flew as the board was graded down little by little. It bounced with her on it, the stance she took was amateurish but mocked a surfer just enough to make it happen. It bounced one more time before landing straight into a stream of magma.
The demoness was a creature of balance and grinned as she slid down the path created by the hot white liquid. Her hips swayed as she steered the board along. Lizards appeared on the edge of one turn, she leaned into it just enough to spray them with the melted rock harmlessly, too quick to feel their wrath.
“I’m not racing you down!” Desman shouted back at Ash, who at this point could have been too far away at this point to even hear him. He then turned back to the creature, he stood there looking at it unconsciously, now that he looked, it seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place a finger on it. Maybe if he got close enough…
The creature snapped back to life as Desman got too close, an ear-splitting screech, erupting as it tried to overpower Des from the top. In shock, Desman swung his sword up, and then, nothing, it had stopped. Opening his eyes he found his sword in the creature’s heart, the area surrounding it had frozen over, he, he had… Desman let go of the sword, letting the body drop, the weapon digging deeper into it, and the body hit the ground. He, he really just…
’No… he thought to himself. ’It attacked me, I just reacted in self-defense… yeah, defense. Looking around Desman realized that he still needed to get back down. Summoning a glider he drifted down slowly, reflecting on his actions...
Ash, however, felt no remorse, no guilt for her actions. The only pain she felt was the pain in her leg where she’d been damaged in the fight. Be it because of the time that has passed or because she damaged it beyond repair enough not to feel it, she didn’t feel as much pain as she did before. Making the ride down the side of the mountain much smoother. Looking like she belonged on the opposite of winter Olympics, riding her nickel board, she pivoted and swayed her hips to glide smoothly along.
Desman found himself admiring her, which took his mind off the death a little more. This woman was so talented, so full of spirit and attitude. She was strong-willed and just odd enough to survive the most interesting circumstances. Not to mention she was drop-dead gorgeous. He had a hard time deciding if he liked her hair long like that or short in a mohawk like before...
But these thoughts were, of course, interrupted when something lifted up from the flowing pools of lava. The creature looked like a hunch back with insect-like features. It was much bigger than before, but Desman recognized this one from the auction. He could see it clearly, but he also noticed fairly fast that Ash hadn’t. Or at the very least didn’t seem like she did.
“ASH!” He called out. His voice erupting from his throat and then echoing off into nowhere. This struck Desman as a bad idea, and he was quick to attempt to silence himself. However, the damage was done.
The demoness glared up at him. A moment later a ball of flaming liquid nearly knocked into her. Luckily it was dangerous enough to pick up. Ash barely dodged it in time, and it threatened to knock her off balance. Des’ heart leaped into his throat at the idea of her falling into the pits of lava...
His bride-to-be managed a trick of rocking the board back and forth, leaving ripples in the bright orange magma as she regained her footing. The board remained in motion, but now under her control, She set her eyes on the creature that folded back, charging another lava ball for her.
It soared high and fast, and she had to do another on the fly trick to avoid being burned terribly. Her board rotated as she did a roll, the attack almost grazing her already scorch marked cheek and singed her hair some as it curled in the direction of her momentum...
She landed hard, splashing the dangerously hot liquid away from her. “Fuck me. Can’t we just enjoy some fun without something trying to kill us?” She said to herself, looking for an escape route. She whistled a high pitched sound to get Desman’s attention and pointed in what seemed like a random direction because she began to drift in the opposite.
If there was one thing Desman’s learned through all of his heartbreak and rage. It was to trust Ash and her intuition. Despite that, he still didn’t feel she was always right. He just knew that when he didn’t listen to her before, he almost lost her indefinitely. With some elegance, the human adjusted his flight, dancing gently into the air towards the place he’d been directed to.
Ash flung her board one way, then another, gaining some height each time she followed the bowl shape created by the constant erosion of hot magma. Glittering red globs gather in the air at every flick of her surf. Glowing along each part of her body, like one of those novelty lamps with the heating wax that floated among the water. Suspended just for a moment before dropping back into the puddles.
Desman noted this, his decent has slowed to almost a crawl as he was in awe of her. Once, she even managed to reach high up to him. The next, however, he was over top of him, flipping over and touching the glider, careful not to let the lava on the board fall onto it. Or perhaps she did want to. It all felt like an acrobatic dance between glider and boarder. And then it hit him, and he welcomed the fusion.
So by the third time of her feats reaching heights only a skilled master like herself could. This time she touched the glider on the way up, rotating him over so she could grab the bar he clung to. Their hands touched and she pulled him around again. The board remained with the rider, but for how long? A fire was set to the fabric around them, but the fusion initiated just the same.
The glider began to crash, nose-diving towards the dedicated spot. The creature that had been watching them with glares of an old man about his property, only to have his eyes widen at the colorful light radiating from them. It had to shield itself for a moment before the glider crashed with some force into a rock. And when it looked up, expecting two broken bodies and screaming for merciful death, he instead found the worrier he’d been seeking out. Black Ash. The pompous man stood in sports gear, minus the helmet but with all the padding and other safety gear, a professional would be wearing. He held the board like a surfer, his ombre hair floating in a magical wind. He grinned. “Much better.”
Black Ash, with the same bravado but more eagerness, leaped into action. Gliding, leaping, jumping with tricks, hovering, and spraying the outside area with the board, he dodged the flying molten hot orbs expertly as he rushed the demon that slowly began to deflate. Desperation drove the fire demon to mistakes that he would not live long enough to regret.
One final jump left the board of nickel to impale the creature wholly in the chest, its driver, grinning and already summoning a familiar sword. Two of them, one of fire, one of ice. Using the metal board as a point of launch, Black Ash leaped over the creature and sliced off his mandible like limbs. Twisting in the air, he sliced a painful X across its back, landing in lava with a solid hiss of smoke and pain. He launches himself forward just the same, bringing the blades up like scissors and like cutting through butter, sliced through the creatures head.
The head lops into a pool of lava, a moment later the pool explodes and launches the head clear across the verse. The body fell next, lifeless, boiling blood spilling out of the neck and taking over the board quickly. He sucked his teeth, unable to enjoy the brutality of his kill before leaping to the next solid rock. And the next. “Time to move..” He grumbled, leaping from safe place to safe place.
Ash limped through the changing landscape. There was a point when sand became glass and glass became onyx rock, pools of lava swirling in craters around them, leaving deep impressions of the waves as it cooled. The land became rocky and hard, and hot. Her bare feet burned after only a few meters in. She summoned thick boots with undone strings and walked beside Desman who’s also summoned protection for his feet.
She felt the acid in her stomach mimic the surroundings. The land was harsh and barren, and in the center, just slightly to the right, an enormous volcano. Why did they decide to head towards that landmark specifically Ash would never know because she didn’t ask those kinds of questions.
The heat began to build the closer they got, the pools of magma shifting more angrily, and the sicker she began to feel. Not only her, Desman too. Twice they had to stop and rest, summoning water just for it to burn their tongues and throats before quenching thirsts. Ash briefly wondered if Primes could die of heatstroke and extreme dehydration as she wipes her arm across her forehead again, the horns tearing into her drenched flesh.
“Why... Are... We... Going... Back... Again?” Desman panted, trying to keep his footing on the sloping landscape.
“Because it will build rapport with our master, and make him understand that we choose this position, that we had a chance to escape and instead of taking it we chose to come find him for our collars. On our terms. He does not own us… He owes us.” Ash explained in plainer English this time. She was too sweat covered and exhausted to give a shit about being coy at the moment.
Desman was silent during this time now, as he now had something more to chew over.
Eventually, they reached the mountain with smoke pouring out of the top, creating a darkened sky that chased away most of the light. Ash and Desman convinced themselves that it was best to climb it after finding most ways around it were useless… There was a lovely beaten patch, smoothed by wear and tear, none the wiser of what those who would wear and tear the path down to usable...
That said, a noise of something you’d imagine more in a place of water than fire cried out across the sky. Something massive moved above them, beyond their reach. Out of the clouds, something that could be simply called a whale of rock and fire swam through and over them. Sand crumbled off him, landing in the pools and making them boil over, spilling out across the area, both Ash and Desman ducked and tried to avoid the spillage.
They wordlessly decided that worse than that was capable of lurking in the skies and decided to hurry up over this thing already.
What felt like hours later they were on the top, staring down at the back of the mountain. Pockets of brightly lit liquid boiled across it, like pus-filled pimples erupting naturally. The gross analogy continues as large rocks of hot iron are tossed randomly by the force of the volcano’s insides churning. And worse… Ash would have to climb all the way down, wouldn’t she?
“Fuck this shit.” She said, pissed off enough to kick a pebble across the sky. It flew into a nicely rounded bowl and turned before leaping out and vanishing into the chaos that was the mountain. But then Ash’s jaw raised, stiffened in thought. “Desman?”
“Y-Yes?” He answered timidly, too tired for this as well.
“What metals resist magma?” Ash asked, without looking at him.
“Uh… I um.. Titanium. That’s the biggest one. Um... Iron’s actually pretty good. Cobalt.” He finished, surely there was another one…”Nickel.” He added, with some enthusiasm, clearly excited about remembering it.
“I thought so,” Ash said, then turned around and began to concentrate, lifting her arms to do so.
Desman was curious but distracted. Before he could focus on her, he saw in the corner of his eye something approaching. It was larger than any reptile he had ever seen, but it was scaley, green and part fire. It crawled out of a nearby pool of lava, shaking the liquid off of it like a dog. It seemed to not notice them for a bit of time, but then the glowing gem green eyes found him and his companion. With some disdain, Desman lifted his hand, summoning the blade and choosing the only thing he thought would hurt the fire creature. Icey fog fell off the sword, he was sure it would have melted if it wasn’t magic.
While the demoness continued her summon, the human male stood to defend her. He hoped it was the smart move, pain shooting through his body from his bruised ribs. He was sure one of them was even broken. He had to push through the pain and discomfort to keep Ash safe. She was the only important thing to him at that moment.
The lizard opened its mouth, rows of razor sharp teeth glared at him, surely it would rip him apart. He just had to avoid them. He slashed at the air in front of it, trying to scare the beast. He slashed again, but the lizard snatched the blade in its mouth and tried to break through it. This was a mistake on the beast’s behalf, the ice shot forward and froze even the hottest saliva that tried to burn through his weapon. Crystals grew out and stabbed at its taste buds.
The lizard ripped away and growled angrily, but rose to its hind legs instead of submitting to the large two-legged creature. Indeed, the lizard seemed to morph to take on his own two-legged position, even pulling a club out of nowhere.
Desman was admittedly surprised by this and let out a soft ‘huh’ before slashing again.
While he parried and countered as best as a man could on a fiery mountain with a cutlass against a strange lizard man while his demoness girlfriend summoned something crucial enough to do so while the dangers of the land still lurked beside her, Desman couldn't help but enjoy himself. Sure this was dangerous and stranger, but it would be one hell of a story for later.
Ash managed her solid, slightly curved, a board of nickel, forged by her imagination. Ash used it to waylay the lizard from behind and then gave Desman a wink when his enemy was taken down by a solid hit. “Race you.” She challenged, then ran and leaped off the top peak.
The metal screeched loudly as it landed against the hard stone. Sparks flew as the board was graded down little by little. It bounced with her on it, the stance she took was amateurish but mocked a surfer just enough to make it happen. It bounced one more time before landing straight into a stream of magma.
The demoness was a creature of balance and grinned as she slid down the path created by the hot white liquid. Her hips swayed as she steered the board along. Lizards appeared on the edge of one turn, she leaned into it just enough to spray them with the melted rock harmlessly, too quick to feel their wrath.
“I’m not racing you down!” Desman shouted back at Ash, who at this point could have been too far away at this point to even hear him. He then turned back to the creature, he stood there looking at it unconsciously, now that he looked, it seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place a finger on it. Maybe if he got close enough…
The creature snapped back to life as Desman got too close, an ear-splitting screech, erupting as it tried to overpower Des from the top. In shock, Desman swung his sword up, and then, nothing, it had stopped. Opening his eyes he found his sword in the creature’s heart, the area surrounding it had frozen over, he, he had… Desman let go of the sword, letting the body drop, the weapon digging deeper into it, and the body hit the ground. He, he really just…
’No… he thought to himself. ’It attacked me, I just reacted in self-defense… yeah, defense. Looking around Desman realized that he still needed to get back down. Summoning a glider he drifted down slowly, reflecting on his actions...
Ash, however, felt no remorse, no guilt for her actions. The only pain she felt was the pain in her leg where she’d been damaged in the fight. Be it because of the time that has passed or because she damaged it beyond repair enough not to feel it, she didn’t feel as much pain as she did before. Making the ride down the side of the mountain much smoother. Looking like she belonged on the opposite of winter Olympics, riding her nickel board, she pivoted and swayed her hips to glide smoothly along.
Desman found himself admiring her, which took his mind off the death a little more. This woman was so talented, so full of spirit and attitude. She was strong-willed and just odd enough to survive the most interesting circumstances. Not to mention she was drop-dead gorgeous. He had a hard time deciding if he liked her hair long like that or short in a mohawk like before...
But these thoughts were, of course, interrupted when something lifted up from the flowing pools of lava. The creature looked like a hunch back with insect-like features. It was much bigger than before, but Desman recognized this one from the auction. He could see it clearly, but he also noticed fairly fast that Ash hadn’t. Or at the very least didn’t seem like she did.
“ASH!” He called out. His voice erupting from his throat and then echoing off into nowhere. This struck Desman as a bad idea, and he was quick to attempt to silence himself. However, the damage was done.
The demoness glared up at him. A moment later a ball of flaming liquid nearly knocked into her. Luckily it was dangerous enough to pick up. Ash barely dodged it in time, and it threatened to knock her off balance. Des’ heart leaped into his throat at the idea of her falling into the pits of lava...
His bride-to-be managed a trick of rocking the board back and forth, leaving ripples in the bright orange magma as she regained her footing. The board remained in motion, but now under her control, She set her eyes on the creature that folded back, charging another lava ball for her.
It soared high and fast, and she had to do another on the fly trick to avoid being burned terribly. Her board rotated as she did a roll, the attack almost grazing her already scorch marked cheek and singed her hair some as it curled in the direction of her momentum...
She landed hard, splashing the dangerously hot liquid away from her. “Fuck me. Can’t we just enjoy some fun without something trying to kill us?” She said to herself, looking for an escape route. She whistled a high pitched sound to get Desman’s attention and pointed in what seemed like a random direction because she began to drift in the opposite.
If there was one thing Desman’s learned through all of his heartbreak and rage. It was to trust Ash and her intuition. Despite that, he still didn’t feel she was always right. He just knew that when he didn’t listen to her before, he almost lost her indefinitely. With some elegance, the human adjusted his flight, dancing gently into the air towards the place he’d been directed to.
Ash flung her board one way, then another, gaining some height each time she followed the bowl shape created by the constant erosion of hot magma. Glittering red globs gather in the air at every flick of her surf. Glowing along each part of her body, like one of those novelty lamps with the heating wax that floated among the water. Suspended just for a moment before dropping back into the puddles.
Desman noted this, his decent has slowed to almost a crawl as he was in awe of her. Once, she even managed to reach high up to him. The next, however, he was over top of him, flipping over and touching the glider, careful not to let the lava on the board fall onto it. Or perhaps she did want to. It all felt like an acrobatic dance between glider and boarder. And then it hit him, and he welcomed the fusion.
So by the third time of her feats reaching heights only a skilled master like herself could. This time she touched the glider on the way up, rotating him over so she could grab the bar he clung to. Their hands touched and she pulled him around again. The board remained with the rider, but for how long? A fire was set to the fabric around them, but the fusion initiated just the same.
The glider began to crash, nose-diving towards the dedicated spot. The creature that had been watching them with glares of an old man about his property, only to have his eyes widen at the colorful light radiating from them. It had to shield itself for a moment before the glider crashed with some force into a rock. And when it looked up, expecting two broken bodies and screaming for merciful death, he instead found the worrier he’d been seeking out. Black Ash. The pompous man stood in sports gear, minus the helmet but with all the padding and other safety gear, a professional would be wearing. He held the board like a surfer, his ombre hair floating in a magical wind. He grinned. “Much better.”
Black Ash, with the same bravado but more eagerness, leaped into action. Gliding, leaping, jumping with tricks, hovering, and spraying the outside area with the board, he dodged the flying molten hot orbs expertly as he rushed the demon that slowly began to deflate. Desperation drove the fire demon to mistakes that he would not live long enough to regret.
One final jump left the board of nickel to impale the creature wholly in the chest, its driver, grinning and already summoning a familiar sword. Two of them, one of fire, one of ice. Using the metal board as a point of launch, Black Ash leaped over the creature and sliced off his mandible like limbs. Twisting in the air, he sliced a painful X across its back, landing in lava with a solid hiss of smoke and pain. He launches himself forward just the same, bringing the blades up like scissors and like cutting through butter, sliced through the creatures head.
The head lops into a pool of lava, a moment later the pool explodes and launches the head clear across the verse. The body fell next, lifeless, boiling blood spilling out of the neck and taking over the board quickly. He sucked his teeth, unable to enjoy the brutality of his kill before leaping to the next solid rock. And the next. “Time to move..” He grumbled, leaping from safe place to safe place.
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