(This is meant to be what's happening to Rico while the Dark Stranger seeks him out)
Night
The fires of the column die down as a shape falls out of the remaining embers. The location was known to this creature, which was why he had chosen it. He could only teleport to places he had previous been... and the need for escape gave him little time to think of anywhere else.
The location was outside Doma, the place that was now under the control of some lower level pitlord named Malachias and his lackies. The creature stood up, and stretched his back. But, he didn't really give a flying orc's ass about Malachias right now. He was on the run from something... more frightening than some pitlord.
He had been known through out the lands, at one point, he was very feared and his presence alone gained respect. Now... this sorry pathetic shell, is known only by the name that his ex-girlfriend gave him.
Rico.
He took a deep breath as he watched the castle in the distance. Oh how he used to want to just... bust in there, sword in hand, and lay waste to all that stood before him. To hear the cries of his enemies before being cut down by his hands. Falling into pools of their own blood... oh... how he so would've loved that.
But now... he was considered nothing. The Demon had grown to realize that people just... weren't afraid of him anymore. Even a depressed fool like Kamos taunted him. He couldn't even inspire fear in a lowly candle maker nowadays.
Rico sighed once more, as he made his way towards the walls. The person who was following him was undoubtedly going to come here next. He knew that as much space as needed was to be put in between the both of them. But... still...
The thought... no, the desire to know why this Dark Stranger was trying to find him. Course, he never felt like sticking around to find out, whenever this mystery person was near. Fear always seemed to dictate the next move.
Rico decided to try and alleviate those thoughts... if only for a moment. So he turned his mind towards recent events, trying not to think of the robed stalker, who seemed willing to following him to the ends of the world.
Being a Huntsman, the personal killers of the Demon lords, it was hard for Rico to fathom the possibility of a person like Malachias to even obtain Doma. But it happened, and now this person, this pitlord, was in control of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the land. Which just seemed to boil the demonic kopii's blood even more. Where he had failed... this Malachias had succeeded.
Oh how he'd love to just... rip this pitlord's spine out and use it... as a plunger maybe... or as... a backscratcher... yes...
But that thought too faded... rather quickly. Contrary to popular belief, Rico was no fool. He knew that to get to the person at the top of the ladder, would mean having to go through all of his hench men, and lackies. By the time he'd reach Malachias, Rico knew that he would have already expended too much engery... or at least not enough to go the distance against the final adversary. He'd most likely die again... and be back in Hell... to start over again.
Besides, he'd probably be laughed out of Doma Castle by Malachias. Nobody feared his type anymore, nobody. He was a pathetic shell of a former feared monster. His travels continued around the corner of the wall he was walking by.
End of Part 1
Edited by: Ash Fanrico at: 10/15/03 1:30 am