Bashiku
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For all loyal readers (not many by looks of it, but never the less 🙂 ) I made my first tickling story. This story continues on chapter one and it also has few special guests. Find out who yourself 😉
“You will live ‘cause I say so. Your existence will help me in fabricating my plan to the smallest detail. Now serve me, it is your destiny now” voice inside his mind burned with unthinkable hatred, but with such coolness and elegance that he felt drunk. He fell backward and dropped his Fire sword and he pressed against his kidney wound. He was losing too much blood. His vision got blurry.
“You… you.. you brat!” yelled the dark armored figure as he touched the wound on his face, a five centimeter wound made from a Fire sword. Pain was unthinkable, it burned to his very essence and not even his training could suppress that much pain. Rage engulfed him as a tremendous fire and destroyed the cold insensitive wall that raised him high from other soldiers. “You lucky bastard!” he muttered “Not once in ten years have I been wounded. You should be honored. You are first person to wound me, Belial The Bloody Knight, except my master of course. You could not even lift a finger against him without him scorching your soul with his magic. Yes… lord Anaxi is that great.” He spoke with pride as slowly gained his composure back. “Damn you kid. This really hurts. I think I will order to my men to make you a decent burial after this… if they manage to put you together!” he yelled as he charged toward half awake boy that kneeled on the ground. To Michael whole world slowed down.
-So this is the end?- he thought as his body slowly lost strength . Suddenly his head felt like it was going to explode. Sharp pain attacked his thoughts, made his body numb to pain, made him see for last time with eyes of child. “Your existence is my now child. I will not waste such a precious pawn without gaining any strategic position. You will move forward, seeing pain and destruction, living for vengeance. Est infernum nulla redemption.” Said the voice in his head again driving Michael to ends of his wits. Such coolness composed with furious desire for vengeance.
Sword thrusted toward the boy, only half of meter away. Black blade shined with crimson color as it draw near. Michael closed his eyes, hoping it is not for the last time, as he heard a big explosion. He tried to open his eyes, but before he could do that his body was thrown away by explosion. As his eyes franticly tried to find source of explosion, he heard that cold voice again, but now in real life. He was enchanted by the voice, harmonic, elegant, but the meaning of words morbid “Black king enters to save the little pawn. White rook is ready to meet with his internal being.”
“Black lighting!” in fear said Belial “Could that be my master… No he would never betray me. Also this power is different, more sadistic. Who are you?!”
Frantic, Michael finally found source of explosion. A freshly made crater filled with smoke, made by some powerful spell it seems. Michael tried to focus his sight to see into the smoke, as Belial spoke to someone in that direction. Unfortunately only shadow showed. He tried to stand up and go forward, but his body was too sore, too weak.
“I have no need to explain something to a person as worthless as you. For a rook to jump over the figures is against the rules. Go back home before I decide to start the game with white player without a rook!” shadow spoke as smoke slowly disappeared. Michael could finally see him from head to toe. Standing at very edge of the crater was a black figure, his possible savior or prosecutor. He was dressed totally in black except his left arm armor which resembled an arm of a monster. His raven hair was long, up to his waist, dancing gently on wind of wickedness. His right hand had a black leather glove on and with that hand he carried an elegant sword handle without blade. One glare filled with cold was sent to Michael as the man looked over the shoulder. His eyes were red as blood. “So weak. You couldn’t even save your friends whom you thought as most important. You couldn’t even defend yourself. How does that make you feel boy? All your friends sent to hell, their body scattered all around the ground on which they were born. Even those who were taken away are in for a fate worse than death. How does that make you feel little one?“ mysterious man said to Michael without giving a piece of compassion toward the wounded boy, wounded both outside and inside. He tried to disagree, to fight against his opinion, but he was too weak. His head hit the floor, but he didn’t felt any pain. His body was too tired to feel anything. Only thing he could do is cry last tear and hear sounds of destruction up ahead. Someone was fighting... someone was fighting his battle. It was true. He couldn’t help any of his friends. Why is that? Was he too weak, too cowardly, too stupid?
-If I survive this I will become stronger. I will become unstoppable. I will have my revenge.- those were his last memories before he blacked out. Last sound he heard was screaming of men. Countless screams filled his subconscious making an image of that man. That man looked like a raven, messenger of death, and those people looked like little worms, not even comparable. Black flames all around him engulfed the image and he woke up. Only deserted wasteland greeted him. Everything was burned down to the dust. Not even bones remained. His fists formed and started hitting the ground angry at himself. “Why am I so weak!?” he tried to cry, but no tears came out. He didn’t felt sadness, only hate and that hate grew. He raised his sight only to see one last monument of last night battle, a crud sword left plunged into the earth few feet away from him. On sword was an engraving, still red and fresh glowing as red as fire that lasted previous night. It read ‘Strength is in goal’. He took that sword and swore “I will kill them all.”
*****
Few years passed in silent . Nobody remembers small village in far away field away from capital. Nobody even knows about giant slaughter there. No one except one young man. He traveled besides dusty road wearing a brown beggar cape covering his face and his working tool. Guard patrol was more often this days and he tried to keep a low profile. A freelance mercenary were not appreciated this days. People nowadays called them hired brutes and even killers. He thought it was better to stay low for a while and train. He had to get more power or he would never finish his quest. No… crusade is better term. His unholy crusade was all in his life. He lost his humanity, his personality, his soul just to revenge them all. “Selina…” he muttered into his collar remembering her being taken away. Grip on his sword became harder, ready to slash in two any person who crossed across his path now. That person unfortunately was a girl. He was ready to be her prosecutor, but something stopped him. Her pleading, but big black eyes told him of her story.
“Excuse me sir, are you a mercenary?” She asked twirling her black hair with few strands of purple. He examined her thoroughly. She was dressed in long black jacket under which was a dark purple shirt, her baggy trousers were also black almost wholly covering her leather boots. She had a really dark make up, utterly gothic, supported by few accessories, dagger like earrings, light arm armors covered with black roses and many black belts that seemed to have no real function. She was rather pale, as moonlight, and seemed harmless, but he knew better. By his first judgment he counted she had around three long daggers and two short, one for each boot. Also underneath every belts were methodically hidden flash bombs, smoke bombs, shurikens and probably some medicines. -She is an expert thief- he concluded. Seeing that there is no need to hide his identity and that she could be useful he nodded. “Perfect!” she smiled “I am Samantha, but I like Sammi better. I am treasure hunter and I am looking for a strong, manly mercenary to help me in one little job.”
“No.” he coldly said “I am neither the tomb raider nor a thief.”
“Tsk who needs you! I will find treasure of Black lighting manor all by myself!” she said rather offended by his insinuation and jumped high into the woods. She was quick, but he had no need to observe her movement. To him she was a minor nuisance. But there was something that intrigued him for a moment. Black lighting. -It could be same type of lighting like that last time, during Belial raid- he said to himself. Just thinking about that name, that man, made him shiver with anger. For now he would have to keep low profile and find out more in any of nearby taverns. From nearby hill he watched over the village. It was bigger than his own. If he could he would cry.
*****
Angrily she ran through the forest. She was fuming with anger. –Calling me a mere thief will he? I will show him!- she yelled inside of herself, trying not to break and yell because it would ruin he silent movement. She had grace of a cat, naturally gifted for acrobatics, her only flaw was her pride. She always liked and accepted all kind of challenges, but very much disliked to be name called like a thief, rouge, tomb raider or similar. She was adventurer.
She jumped from stone to stone trying to cover her tracks as she drove near her destination. She could already sense the grim grip of that horrible place. Well horrible to others, very nice to her. It was a large feudal estate, covering almost four hundred square meter of land. It was protected with two meter high walls which were embed with stone skulls every meter. Behind the walls was a beautiful garden. Even after so much time it didn’t vain nor did the weed took over, the lavender flowers still ruled that land. In the middle of that flower heaven was the mansion, not the biggest house she saw, but without doubt the most gothic. The house had four floors, but most of forth floor was desolated, by lighting probably. It was covered with seemingly uncountable statues of demons, animals, it even had few nice engravings. She felt there like home. Only thing that bothered her were constant lightings, many booby traps and tale of demon who captures people and makes them sell him their soul.
“Not a problem.” She said to herself as she readied her knife “Bring it on demon!”. She left the forest and entered the cemetery like land. It was even scarier than last time she came to inspect. She didn’t dare to enter last time, but she had tough time with few traps, one hidden in flower inside the garden. It was a poison trap and she barely escape certain death, but she was knocked out for days. It was pure luck that she was saved by wandering salesman. It was unlucky for her that he made her buy everything he had. Now she had half of gallon of skin lotion, oil, perfumes, and other trinkets. At least she got a good eye shadow, totally black. Only problem was extra weight she had to carry now, she will have few problems avoiding traps. She couldn’t throw her cargo off, she spent all her money on it. Her mind was in so much confusion. Well she didn’t have time to spend on silly solo discussions. She carefully walked toward the doors inspecting them. They were eight feet high and six feet wide. Even the doors itself looked rather expensive. With little screech from door, she entered the mansion.
“Man what a dump.” She said as she looked at hall. It really looked like a dump. Holes were everywhere and everything that survived any last pillaging was covered with thick, thick layer of web and dust. She moved forward carefully, but not carefully enough cause she triggered a trap. Iron ball came from ceiling toward her fast. Quickly she jumped to the side barely saving her skin from certain death. She lightly jumped few more times back until she felt safety of wall. At that moment something covered her mouth. She quickly glanced at it and it was a white glove. Someone strong caught her. Her arms were subdued by his other arm and there was little that she could do now.
“My, my what a sweet little girl you are. We are going to have fun taking your soul away aren’t we?” he said as two topaz glows came from place where his eyes should be. She couldn’t see his face, only his white suit and white fedora hat. Wide, almost demonic grin shined in darkness. “This is going to be fun” said the mysterious person as Samantha tried to scream. Her muffled scream echoed silently in hall only to be hidden by strike of thunder.
*****
“A soul stealing demon? What nonsense.” He said quietly as he talked to barman. There was much rumors about ‘Black lighting manor’, but non of them were useful to him so far. He would have to investigate for himself, but if rumors are true then he will have a low level demon to take care of. Those kind of demons are not even worth killing in his opinion. He threw few pieces of silver at table to pay for his food and drinks and slowly left the tavern. He walked slowly down the lane examining the village closely. There was something that bothered him. There were kids and people from forty years and up. There were no teenagers. –Could this be demonic influence?- he wondered. Then he remembered. That girl that asked him for help, Sammi, she was going to mansion and she was certainly around nineteen. -Stupid girl.- he thought as he started to run the fastest he could, he even jumped onto few low level roofs to gain quicker access to some routes. He had no time to spare. His body rushed through the forest in few minutes in direction to the house. He tightened the grip on his sword handle as he was ready to destroy everything in his way.
“Hmm…” he thought as he saw the house. There was something wrong with house and he could sense it. From first step he made after gate he had a feeling of being watched. He made another step and heard a strange sound. A moan, deep unfriendly moan. Quickly sword flashed from it’s covers slashing flower all around him. Blood sprayed across flying flower. There was a undead corpse laying before him. One of many that appeared from flower field. This was going to be bothersome for him. His blade shone on pale light.
*****
She was still a little groggy when she woke up. The room spinned around her as she tried to find out where she was. She tried to get up, but for some reason her hands and feet wouldn’t listen. When she totally regained her conscious she found out she was tied on a stone block in a room that looked like a mausoleum. She was striped most of her clothes and seemingly all of her weapon, she was in her shirt and trousers now. Even her boots and sock were taken away. After further inspection she found a wooden table not far away from her filled with her accessories and weapons. The table looked like it was going to break if someone would even put a single feather on it now.
“So many toys for such a little girl.” Said the deep dark voice. His white glove streamed across dirty edges of table, then he smeared the dust with his fingers. “And such a cute girl too. I didn’t have such a cute prey for months now.”
“Ha! I will get free you bastard and the you will wish you were never borned!” said Sammi filled with spunk. She knew this bad bluff was not going to get her free, but she had to be optimistic, hoping to find a solution and delay this creep until then. She tried to break the metal chains that hold her onto the place, but her strength hasn’t recovered yet, and even if it had she probably couldn’t break them.
“Such a big words from a little girl like you. Oh my I forgot my manners.” He said, but Sammi thought that he forgot something else that were not his manners, brain probably. “I am demon of ni…” he tried to say but he was interrupted by Samantha who was growing impatient “Just tell me what do you want and let us make a deal about it. You probably want the treasures of this house. Take them.”
“My my… patients is a virtue. Well you are right, I am looking for a deal. Well a deal for your soul that is.” He spoke coldly like that was something he says everyday, without hesitation. Purple flame appeared in his left palm and from it rose a contract. A demons contract. “Just put a little x on it and our deal is over.”
“Like I would ever do a stupid thing like that!” angrily she yelled as she struggled to break free. Mysterious figure looked disappointed for a moment at her stubbornness, but a moment later a grin appeared. He walked to up her legs, put his arms on stone table making few spiders go away in fear.
“I am so happy. A challenge finally!” he spoke silently laughing behind his terrible grin “Then I am going to have to break your will and make you sign then, because you see I can’t use spells to force you sell your soul to me, neither am I allowed to hurt your body.”
“Then what are you going to do to me? Tell me lame jokes until I pass away from boredom?” Sammi said confident. If he couldn’t hurt her then she will last long enough to escape and kill this bastard. With quick movement of a hand he made a purple feather appear. “What are you gonna do with that feather? Make me sneeze all day, hehe.”
“No child no. I am going to make you laugh.” He said as he glided his feather across her pale sole. She bite her lips just trying to keep her soft giggles from coming out. He must not find out that she is ticklish to that extent. Dark figure smiled, he noticed already. He dragged the feather from her heels to the tips of her toes, slowly, antagonizing. Then suddenly he changed his technique. Faster pace of tickling made her laugh loud, her sweet laughter echoing through the hallways and ending with thunder strike. He continued tickling her that way while she tried to think about an escape plan.
-If I use my … no not there it tickles… I must not beg! How will I… no not under the toes!- then finally she broke and started to beg “Please stop… hahaha… no more! Please haha…”
“Will you sign the contract?” he asked a little disappointed. If she breaks now then his fun is over. He glided the feather between her toes making her laugh a scale higher.
“Of course hahaha… not!” she said making him smile wider. The tears already formed in her eyes, she was almost at breaking point. Her feet jerked all around as far as it could, her head hitting the stone slab she was tied on. She couldn’t take it anymore. The feathers soft texture, gliding all over her soft sole, making her jolt, making her laugh, making her feel like a little girl, no she couldn’t take to be underestimated. She bitted her lips again compressing all of her laughter inside of her. Now all she was doing was jerk a little, closed eyes, concentrating on surviving.
-Things are getting interesting- he thought as he stopped tickling her feet. He backed away few feet and raised his hand toward her. Black confusing looking tentacles appeared from his sleeves coming slowly toward Sammi’s body. Few went toward the feet, few toward the underarms, few nesting themselves at her half bare belly, all slowly wriggling. The moment they came at their desired location all of them started the torture again in unison. The shock was so fierce for Samantha that she almost jumped out of her skin. She laughed even more beautifully than before, trying to move her body to some safe location, away from tickling.
“Ok hahaha… I surrender! Just stop please!” she said desperate. Demon smiled, he didn’t have so much time in ages. This girl was perfect prey, beautiful body, excellent voice, ‘charming’ personality. He was glad he would get her soul for eternity. Still tickling her he approached and unscrolled the contract. “Just say your full name and all is over.” He said smiling more devious than before.
Sammi wasn’t going to last much longer. The tickling was so torturous. Gently and slow tickling on her soles, fast tickling on her belly, circular tickling on her underarms, she was going nuts. Then suddenly all of tickling started becoming faster, more intense, like it was telling her to sign the contract with her name. “Sama… Samantha… Win…”
Everything was stopped when a knife flew and hitted the contract making it impale. Both demon and Sammi were confused with what happened. Then he came. Michael stood on the upper floor coldly watching the events. He examined demon first assessing his powers, the he threw a short glare toward Samantha.
“You, the demon kind. Do you know anything about Belial?” Michael asked without hesitation point with his sword. Sword was around five feet long and two feet wide. It took him quiet a long time to master fighting with him, but now with him he had both perfect defense and attack.
“No I never heard about worthless one.” Said the demon with a grin on his face. The word that intrigued Michael was ‘worthless one’. That was how that dark haired figure called him too.
“Do you know anything about a person with long black hair with demonic powers or black lightings?” he asked again getting a little inpatient.
“Nay young master I never heard about black lightings, but dark haired demons are common in my job. Maybe you got the wrong person.” He smiled. Michael knew from that moment that he hides something. Without moment of hesitation Michael jumped at him, like a eagle at it’s prey. Quickly he slashed towards him, but he was blocked by black tentacles.
“You will tell me everything you know demon. One way or another.” The fight began. Michael slashed through tentacles, but the more he cut the more they appear. Demon for some reason kept back, like he had no will to fight. Suddenly his grin widened. He quickly placed his hand on ground, which suddenly sprouted with black spears, all coming toward Michael. He was hit, through his heart, but still smiling. His body disappeared and a piece of paper was left to hang from one of spears.
“Magic charms?” demon said happily. He had so much fun today, but he knew to much fun makes a person lazy. He decided to back away. From behind Michael charged at him, slashing across his chest. Demons tie fell down, but he managed to jump backwards and his body vanished in grey wall. “We will have to continue this game later children. For now goodbye.” Room was filled for final time with his laughter, then only sound they could hear was cold wind playing through the hallways.
“Um thanks.” Sammi said after all was done, still captured on table.
“For what?” Michael said coldly still oblivious about what she was talking about.
“Well saving me.” She said quietly barely accepting that fact.
“Who said I was saving you?” he finished as he went back upstairs.
“Hey what about untying me!?” Samantha scream at him as she looked her with lazy look. “Take care of it yourself.” He said walking away.
*****
They watched at Michael walking away carefully. He was so much more mature than last time he saw him. He pointed with his hand at him and told him white dressed companion “Isn’t that an excellent pawn?”.
“Indeed My Lord. He costed me of my prey and one of my favorite ties.” Under white fedora hat voice said. He noticed his prey, that girl leaving the building and yelling at him while still dressing up. He now carefully watched around himself. They were on fourth store, inside of a room destroyed by one of his master’s black lightings. Room was ruined, scorched totally.
“So Umojar… what do you think? Should we start the games?” said his so called master, while looking him with his red eyes. Umojar smiled viciously and nodded. He couldn’t wait. The game begins and he came to position of black knight.
Who is red eyed villain? What is his and Umojar’s plan? Will Sammi and Michael ever get along? Read next chapter soon!
“You will live ‘cause I say so. Your existence will help me in fabricating my plan to the smallest detail. Now serve me, it is your destiny now” voice inside his mind burned with unthinkable hatred, but with such coolness and elegance that he felt drunk. He fell backward and dropped his Fire sword and he pressed against his kidney wound. He was losing too much blood. His vision got blurry.
“You… you.. you brat!” yelled the dark armored figure as he touched the wound on his face, a five centimeter wound made from a Fire sword. Pain was unthinkable, it burned to his very essence and not even his training could suppress that much pain. Rage engulfed him as a tremendous fire and destroyed the cold insensitive wall that raised him high from other soldiers. “You lucky bastard!” he muttered “Not once in ten years have I been wounded. You should be honored. You are first person to wound me, Belial The Bloody Knight, except my master of course. You could not even lift a finger against him without him scorching your soul with his magic. Yes… lord Anaxi is that great.” He spoke with pride as slowly gained his composure back. “Damn you kid. This really hurts. I think I will order to my men to make you a decent burial after this… if they manage to put you together!” he yelled as he charged toward half awake boy that kneeled on the ground. To Michael whole world slowed down.
-So this is the end?- he thought as his body slowly lost strength . Suddenly his head felt like it was going to explode. Sharp pain attacked his thoughts, made his body numb to pain, made him see for last time with eyes of child. “Your existence is my now child. I will not waste such a precious pawn without gaining any strategic position. You will move forward, seeing pain and destruction, living for vengeance. Est infernum nulla redemption.” Said the voice in his head again driving Michael to ends of his wits. Such coolness composed with furious desire for vengeance.
Sword thrusted toward the boy, only half of meter away. Black blade shined with crimson color as it draw near. Michael closed his eyes, hoping it is not for the last time, as he heard a big explosion. He tried to open his eyes, but before he could do that his body was thrown away by explosion. As his eyes franticly tried to find source of explosion, he heard that cold voice again, but now in real life. He was enchanted by the voice, harmonic, elegant, but the meaning of words morbid “Black king enters to save the little pawn. White rook is ready to meet with his internal being.”
“Black lighting!” in fear said Belial “Could that be my master… No he would never betray me. Also this power is different, more sadistic. Who are you?!”
Frantic, Michael finally found source of explosion. A freshly made crater filled with smoke, made by some powerful spell it seems. Michael tried to focus his sight to see into the smoke, as Belial spoke to someone in that direction. Unfortunately only shadow showed. He tried to stand up and go forward, but his body was too sore, too weak.
“I have no need to explain something to a person as worthless as you. For a rook to jump over the figures is against the rules. Go back home before I decide to start the game with white player without a rook!” shadow spoke as smoke slowly disappeared. Michael could finally see him from head to toe. Standing at very edge of the crater was a black figure, his possible savior or prosecutor. He was dressed totally in black except his left arm armor which resembled an arm of a monster. His raven hair was long, up to his waist, dancing gently on wind of wickedness. His right hand had a black leather glove on and with that hand he carried an elegant sword handle without blade. One glare filled with cold was sent to Michael as the man looked over the shoulder. His eyes were red as blood. “So weak. You couldn’t even save your friends whom you thought as most important. You couldn’t even defend yourself. How does that make you feel boy? All your friends sent to hell, their body scattered all around the ground on which they were born. Even those who were taken away are in for a fate worse than death. How does that make you feel little one?“ mysterious man said to Michael without giving a piece of compassion toward the wounded boy, wounded both outside and inside. He tried to disagree, to fight against his opinion, but he was too weak. His head hit the floor, but he didn’t felt any pain. His body was too tired to feel anything. Only thing he could do is cry last tear and hear sounds of destruction up ahead. Someone was fighting... someone was fighting his battle. It was true. He couldn’t help any of his friends. Why is that? Was he too weak, too cowardly, too stupid?
-If I survive this I will become stronger. I will become unstoppable. I will have my revenge.- those were his last memories before he blacked out. Last sound he heard was screaming of men. Countless screams filled his subconscious making an image of that man. That man looked like a raven, messenger of death, and those people looked like little worms, not even comparable. Black flames all around him engulfed the image and he woke up. Only deserted wasteland greeted him. Everything was burned down to the dust. Not even bones remained. His fists formed and started hitting the ground angry at himself. “Why am I so weak!?” he tried to cry, but no tears came out. He didn’t felt sadness, only hate and that hate grew. He raised his sight only to see one last monument of last night battle, a crud sword left plunged into the earth few feet away from him. On sword was an engraving, still red and fresh glowing as red as fire that lasted previous night. It read ‘Strength is in goal’. He took that sword and swore “I will kill them all.”
*****
Few years passed in silent . Nobody remembers small village in far away field away from capital. Nobody even knows about giant slaughter there. No one except one young man. He traveled besides dusty road wearing a brown beggar cape covering his face and his working tool. Guard patrol was more often this days and he tried to keep a low profile. A freelance mercenary were not appreciated this days. People nowadays called them hired brutes and even killers. He thought it was better to stay low for a while and train. He had to get more power or he would never finish his quest. No… crusade is better term. His unholy crusade was all in his life. He lost his humanity, his personality, his soul just to revenge them all. “Selina…” he muttered into his collar remembering her being taken away. Grip on his sword became harder, ready to slash in two any person who crossed across his path now. That person unfortunately was a girl. He was ready to be her prosecutor, but something stopped him. Her pleading, but big black eyes told him of her story.
“Excuse me sir, are you a mercenary?” She asked twirling her black hair with few strands of purple. He examined her thoroughly. She was dressed in long black jacket under which was a dark purple shirt, her baggy trousers were also black almost wholly covering her leather boots. She had a really dark make up, utterly gothic, supported by few accessories, dagger like earrings, light arm armors covered with black roses and many black belts that seemed to have no real function. She was rather pale, as moonlight, and seemed harmless, but he knew better. By his first judgment he counted she had around three long daggers and two short, one for each boot. Also underneath every belts were methodically hidden flash bombs, smoke bombs, shurikens and probably some medicines. -She is an expert thief- he concluded. Seeing that there is no need to hide his identity and that she could be useful he nodded. “Perfect!” she smiled “I am Samantha, but I like Sammi better. I am treasure hunter and I am looking for a strong, manly mercenary to help me in one little job.”
“No.” he coldly said “I am neither the tomb raider nor a thief.”
“Tsk who needs you! I will find treasure of Black lighting manor all by myself!” she said rather offended by his insinuation and jumped high into the woods. She was quick, but he had no need to observe her movement. To him she was a minor nuisance. But there was something that intrigued him for a moment. Black lighting. -It could be same type of lighting like that last time, during Belial raid- he said to himself. Just thinking about that name, that man, made him shiver with anger. For now he would have to keep low profile and find out more in any of nearby taverns. From nearby hill he watched over the village. It was bigger than his own. If he could he would cry.
*****
Angrily she ran through the forest. She was fuming with anger. –Calling me a mere thief will he? I will show him!- she yelled inside of herself, trying not to break and yell because it would ruin he silent movement. She had grace of a cat, naturally gifted for acrobatics, her only flaw was her pride. She always liked and accepted all kind of challenges, but very much disliked to be name called like a thief, rouge, tomb raider or similar. She was adventurer.
She jumped from stone to stone trying to cover her tracks as she drove near her destination. She could already sense the grim grip of that horrible place. Well horrible to others, very nice to her. It was a large feudal estate, covering almost four hundred square meter of land. It was protected with two meter high walls which were embed with stone skulls every meter. Behind the walls was a beautiful garden. Even after so much time it didn’t vain nor did the weed took over, the lavender flowers still ruled that land. In the middle of that flower heaven was the mansion, not the biggest house she saw, but without doubt the most gothic. The house had four floors, but most of forth floor was desolated, by lighting probably. It was covered with seemingly uncountable statues of demons, animals, it even had few nice engravings. She felt there like home. Only thing that bothered her were constant lightings, many booby traps and tale of demon who captures people and makes them sell him their soul.
“Not a problem.” She said to herself as she readied her knife “Bring it on demon!”. She left the forest and entered the cemetery like land. It was even scarier than last time she came to inspect. She didn’t dare to enter last time, but she had tough time with few traps, one hidden in flower inside the garden. It was a poison trap and she barely escape certain death, but she was knocked out for days. It was pure luck that she was saved by wandering salesman. It was unlucky for her that he made her buy everything he had. Now she had half of gallon of skin lotion, oil, perfumes, and other trinkets. At least she got a good eye shadow, totally black. Only problem was extra weight she had to carry now, she will have few problems avoiding traps. She couldn’t throw her cargo off, she spent all her money on it. Her mind was in so much confusion. Well she didn’t have time to spend on silly solo discussions. She carefully walked toward the doors inspecting them. They were eight feet high and six feet wide. Even the doors itself looked rather expensive. With little screech from door, she entered the mansion.
“Man what a dump.” She said as she looked at hall. It really looked like a dump. Holes were everywhere and everything that survived any last pillaging was covered with thick, thick layer of web and dust. She moved forward carefully, but not carefully enough cause she triggered a trap. Iron ball came from ceiling toward her fast. Quickly she jumped to the side barely saving her skin from certain death. She lightly jumped few more times back until she felt safety of wall. At that moment something covered her mouth. She quickly glanced at it and it was a white glove. Someone strong caught her. Her arms were subdued by his other arm and there was little that she could do now.
“My, my what a sweet little girl you are. We are going to have fun taking your soul away aren’t we?” he said as two topaz glows came from place where his eyes should be. She couldn’t see his face, only his white suit and white fedora hat. Wide, almost demonic grin shined in darkness. “This is going to be fun” said the mysterious person as Samantha tried to scream. Her muffled scream echoed silently in hall only to be hidden by strike of thunder.
*****
“A soul stealing demon? What nonsense.” He said quietly as he talked to barman. There was much rumors about ‘Black lighting manor’, but non of them were useful to him so far. He would have to investigate for himself, but if rumors are true then he will have a low level demon to take care of. Those kind of demons are not even worth killing in his opinion. He threw few pieces of silver at table to pay for his food and drinks and slowly left the tavern. He walked slowly down the lane examining the village closely. There was something that bothered him. There were kids and people from forty years and up. There were no teenagers. –Could this be demonic influence?- he wondered. Then he remembered. That girl that asked him for help, Sammi, she was going to mansion and she was certainly around nineteen. -Stupid girl.- he thought as he started to run the fastest he could, he even jumped onto few low level roofs to gain quicker access to some routes. He had no time to spare. His body rushed through the forest in few minutes in direction to the house. He tightened the grip on his sword handle as he was ready to destroy everything in his way.
“Hmm…” he thought as he saw the house. There was something wrong with house and he could sense it. From first step he made after gate he had a feeling of being watched. He made another step and heard a strange sound. A moan, deep unfriendly moan. Quickly sword flashed from it’s covers slashing flower all around him. Blood sprayed across flying flower. There was a undead corpse laying before him. One of many that appeared from flower field. This was going to be bothersome for him. His blade shone on pale light.
*****
She was still a little groggy when she woke up. The room spinned around her as she tried to find out where she was. She tried to get up, but for some reason her hands and feet wouldn’t listen. When she totally regained her conscious she found out she was tied on a stone block in a room that looked like a mausoleum. She was striped most of her clothes and seemingly all of her weapon, she was in her shirt and trousers now. Even her boots and sock were taken away. After further inspection she found a wooden table not far away from her filled with her accessories and weapons. The table looked like it was going to break if someone would even put a single feather on it now.
“So many toys for such a little girl.” Said the deep dark voice. His white glove streamed across dirty edges of table, then he smeared the dust with his fingers. “And such a cute girl too. I didn’t have such a cute prey for months now.”
“Ha! I will get free you bastard and the you will wish you were never borned!” said Sammi filled with spunk. She knew this bad bluff was not going to get her free, but she had to be optimistic, hoping to find a solution and delay this creep until then. She tried to break the metal chains that hold her onto the place, but her strength hasn’t recovered yet, and even if it had she probably couldn’t break them.
“Such a big words from a little girl like you. Oh my I forgot my manners.” He said, but Sammi thought that he forgot something else that were not his manners, brain probably. “I am demon of ni…” he tried to say but he was interrupted by Samantha who was growing impatient “Just tell me what do you want and let us make a deal about it. You probably want the treasures of this house. Take them.”
“My my… patients is a virtue. Well you are right, I am looking for a deal. Well a deal for your soul that is.” He spoke coldly like that was something he says everyday, without hesitation. Purple flame appeared in his left palm and from it rose a contract. A demons contract. “Just put a little x on it and our deal is over.”
“Like I would ever do a stupid thing like that!” angrily she yelled as she struggled to break free. Mysterious figure looked disappointed for a moment at her stubbornness, but a moment later a grin appeared. He walked to up her legs, put his arms on stone table making few spiders go away in fear.
“I am so happy. A challenge finally!” he spoke silently laughing behind his terrible grin “Then I am going to have to break your will and make you sign then, because you see I can’t use spells to force you sell your soul to me, neither am I allowed to hurt your body.”
“Then what are you going to do to me? Tell me lame jokes until I pass away from boredom?” Sammi said confident. If he couldn’t hurt her then she will last long enough to escape and kill this bastard. With quick movement of a hand he made a purple feather appear. “What are you gonna do with that feather? Make me sneeze all day, hehe.”
“No child no. I am going to make you laugh.” He said as he glided his feather across her pale sole. She bite her lips just trying to keep her soft giggles from coming out. He must not find out that she is ticklish to that extent. Dark figure smiled, he noticed already. He dragged the feather from her heels to the tips of her toes, slowly, antagonizing. Then suddenly he changed his technique. Faster pace of tickling made her laugh loud, her sweet laughter echoing through the hallways and ending with thunder strike. He continued tickling her that way while she tried to think about an escape plan.
-If I use my … no not there it tickles… I must not beg! How will I… no not under the toes!- then finally she broke and started to beg “Please stop… hahaha… no more! Please haha…”
“Will you sign the contract?” he asked a little disappointed. If she breaks now then his fun is over. He glided the feather between her toes making her laugh a scale higher.
“Of course hahaha… not!” she said making him smile wider. The tears already formed in her eyes, she was almost at breaking point. Her feet jerked all around as far as it could, her head hitting the stone slab she was tied on. She couldn’t take it anymore. The feathers soft texture, gliding all over her soft sole, making her jolt, making her laugh, making her feel like a little girl, no she couldn’t take to be underestimated. She bitted her lips again compressing all of her laughter inside of her. Now all she was doing was jerk a little, closed eyes, concentrating on surviving.
-Things are getting interesting- he thought as he stopped tickling her feet. He backed away few feet and raised his hand toward her. Black confusing looking tentacles appeared from his sleeves coming slowly toward Sammi’s body. Few went toward the feet, few toward the underarms, few nesting themselves at her half bare belly, all slowly wriggling. The moment they came at their desired location all of them started the torture again in unison. The shock was so fierce for Samantha that she almost jumped out of her skin. She laughed even more beautifully than before, trying to move her body to some safe location, away from tickling.
“Ok hahaha… I surrender! Just stop please!” she said desperate. Demon smiled, he didn’t have so much time in ages. This girl was perfect prey, beautiful body, excellent voice, ‘charming’ personality. He was glad he would get her soul for eternity. Still tickling her he approached and unscrolled the contract. “Just say your full name and all is over.” He said smiling more devious than before.
Sammi wasn’t going to last much longer. The tickling was so torturous. Gently and slow tickling on her soles, fast tickling on her belly, circular tickling on her underarms, she was going nuts. Then suddenly all of tickling started becoming faster, more intense, like it was telling her to sign the contract with her name. “Sama… Samantha… Win…”
Everything was stopped when a knife flew and hitted the contract making it impale. Both demon and Sammi were confused with what happened. Then he came. Michael stood on the upper floor coldly watching the events. He examined demon first assessing his powers, the he threw a short glare toward Samantha.
“You, the demon kind. Do you know anything about Belial?” Michael asked without hesitation point with his sword. Sword was around five feet long and two feet wide. It took him quiet a long time to master fighting with him, but now with him he had both perfect defense and attack.
“No I never heard about worthless one.” Said the demon with a grin on his face. The word that intrigued Michael was ‘worthless one’. That was how that dark haired figure called him too.
“Do you know anything about a person with long black hair with demonic powers or black lightings?” he asked again getting a little inpatient.
“Nay young master I never heard about black lightings, but dark haired demons are common in my job. Maybe you got the wrong person.” He smiled. Michael knew from that moment that he hides something. Without moment of hesitation Michael jumped at him, like a eagle at it’s prey. Quickly he slashed towards him, but he was blocked by black tentacles.
“You will tell me everything you know demon. One way or another.” The fight began. Michael slashed through tentacles, but the more he cut the more they appear. Demon for some reason kept back, like he had no will to fight. Suddenly his grin widened. He quickly placed his hand on ground, which suddenly sprouted with black spears, all coming toward Michael. He was hit, through his heart, but still smiling. His body disappeared and a piece of paper was left to hang from one of spears.
“Magic charms?” demon said happily. He had so much fun today, but he knew to much fun makes a person lazy. He decided to back away. From behind Michael charged at him, slashing across his chest. Demons tie fell down, but he managed to jump backwards and his body vanished in grey wall. “We will have to continue this game later children. For now goodbye.” Room was filled for final time with his laughter, then only sound they could hear was cold wind playing through the hallways.
“Um thanks.” Sammi said after all was done, still captured on table.
“For what?” Michael said coldly still oblivious about what she was talking about.
“Well saving me.” She said quietly barely accepting that fact.
“Who said I was saving you?” he finished as he went back upstairs.
“Hey what about untying me!?” Samantha scream at him as she looked her with lazy look. “Take care of it yourself.” He said walking away.
*****
They watched at Michael walking away carefully. He was so much more mature than last time he saw him. He pointed with his hand at him and told him white dressed companion “Isn’t that an excellent pawn?”.
“Indeed My Lord. He costed me of my prey and one of my favorite ties.” Under white fedora hat voice said. He noticed his prey, that girl leaving the building and yelling at him while still dressing up. He now carefully watched around himself. They were on fourth store, inside of a room destroyed by one of his master’s black lightings. Room was ruined, scorched totally.
“So Umojar… what do you think? Should we start the games?” said his so called master, while looking him with his red eyes. Umojar smiled viciously and nodded. He couldn’t wait. The game begins and he came to position of black knight.
Who is red eyed villain? What is his and Umojar’s plan? Will Sammi and Michael ever get along? Read next chapter soon!
