Maldivar had come. His robes were like smoke as they flowed around his
large frame. He wore a black breastplate etched with images of wolves
in combat. His hair was long and dark as it blended into his clothing.
His jaw was wide, and his nose was flattened. His eyebrows were coarse
as they rode upon a prominent ridge of bone. His chin was clefted and
his fangs extended as he grinned at the blood and the gore.
He carried aught but a pair of wooden stakes in his hands, long and
sharp upon one end. With lighting speed he drove one of the short
shafts through the back of the vampire that had just broken the neck of
the werewolf. The undead member of the coven cried out as his hands
flailed trying to pull the stake from his back where it pierced his
heart. His flesh began to deteriorate as his body turned to ash leaving
only the skeleton behind as the clothing wilted around the remains.
Lilith was born down upon the table as she strained against the jaws of
the beast that assaulted her. Its breath smelled of death as its teeth
snapped shut just missing her nose. She summoned the fire once more,
searing brands of her hands into its face where she had held it at bay.
The creature recoiled as it pushed itself up onto its knees clawing at
A second werewolf’s body shuddered in one corner where a pair of
vampires had impaled it before decapitating it, but not before Maldivar
had felled another of the undead. He lifted her up off the floor by the
blunt end of the wooden stake as her hands clasped at the sharp spear
protruding from her chest. Her eyes were wide as she began to burn
until but dry ash and charred bones remained.
Lilith was on her feet again as she cast her fire at Maldivar, but he
was too quick.
He dodged the flames as he pulled yet another wooden stake from beneath
his robes and grabbed one of the two vampires that had just killed his
pet from behind by the throat.
Lilith screamed in warning but it was too late as the spike penetrated
her vampire offspring’s heart. Her child cried out for Lilith before
disintegrating in Maldivar’s hands.
The last of the human guards thrust his spear through Maldivar’s lower
back where the breastplate failed to protect him. The renegade dropped
the clothing filled with bones as he cried out. His Cheshire cat grin
turned into a menacing scowl. He slammed one fist back as he twisted
breaking the spear shaft. He lunged for the human, and bit him upon the
neck drinking a few draughts of the salty, red fluid before breaking his
spine and casting him aside.
Lilith’s fire caught the rogue vampire this time in an inferno.
The force of the blast sent him back through the entryway. Maldivar
cried out as his hair and robes burned away. His hands and face were
now red and blistered.
Lilith raised her hands from her sides, palms facing upwards in the
shape of claws. She faced her hands towards one another at heart level,
as she summoned her magic, only this time it created a smoke-filled orb.
She flung the orb at Maldivar. He raised one arm defensively, but the
wispy-ball of smoke simply passed through him. He smiled at her
thinking that her magic had failed as he pushed himself upright.
That is when the skeletons grabbed him from behind. Lilith had not cast
an offensive spell at Maldivar this time, but had instead raised the
skeletons to fight for her. Row upon row of bones began to organize
themselves into bony terrors that rushed at the rogue vampire.
He screamed his rage and frustration as he fought against the dead
warriors. As soon as he crushed the arms or legs of one, two more would
take its place. The hands would remain fixed upon him until he was able
to dislodge them. He began a hasty retreat fighting his way towards the
entrance through the mass of Lilith’s ivory-colored army of the dead.
The werewolf seemed to note that its master had fled and that his
companions lay dead upon the stones. It dodged both spear and sword as
it retreated through the only exit that was not blocked by the skeletal
army. He fled the direction that would take him to the quarry and to
where the vampire’s children would be.
“After it!” Lilith cried out. The survivors of the coven shrugged
off their injuries and pursued the hairy beast down the dark halls.
The werewolf howled as it ran. It sensed mortals here, but they were
locked behind iron bars, cowering in fear. It smelled more vampires and
the clean night air to its left and the sounds of pursuit from behind.
The creature caught site of two vampires who were carrying children as
they ran towards the far side of the quarry towards a closed gate.
There was another creature with them that slinked along beside the
women. The vampires paused to look back as the beast howled with
malicious intent. What chance would they have, burdened by the children
to fight him off with but the two of them?
Medusa heard the sounds of labored breaths coming from large lungs, as
hardened claws gouged at the stones behind them. They reached the gate
with little time to spare. The light of the full moon was now
illuminating the hulk of hair and sinew that was gaining on them. Its
luminous, red eyes glared with lustful desire. Its sharp teeth were
protruding from its bloodied, gaping maw as its tongue hung off to one
Fedora set the hybrid child that she carried down in the entry of the
tunnel and told Festinia to take the children and lead them on. “I
will give you time to escape, now go!”
Festinia and Medusa protested only briefly, but Fedora’s argument to
protect the children won Festinia over in the end. Medusa began to pull
the gate closed as her sister’s raced with Festinia who carried her
satyr baby up the dark hallway. This path led to the old mansion that
belonged to Fedora near the Temple of Zues.
Medusa had just latched the locks and placed a crossbar in place when
she heard the call of her mother from afar off.
Medusa could not pull herself away from the small viewport in the door
where she watched as the werewolf closed in. Fedora had grabbed a large
piece of discarded stone and leapt with it to a ledge that was over the
Mother is alive and there are others with her, but they are still far
away. They will not reach us in time to help Fedora I fear.
The werewolf rammed the metal gate, denting it. Medusa fell back in
fear, but before the werewolf could muster another strike against the
door it was struck violently by a large marble stone from above. It
shrieked in rage and pain as it struggled to rise. It pulled one paw
protectively against its torso; its arm was broken. It rolled away from
the gate assessing this new threat.
Medusa pushed herself upright and cautiously peered through the opening
once more at the battle outside.
She saw Fedora land upon the hairy back of the creature, grasping the
fur with one hand while punching violently with the other. Unable to
reach the vampire with its one good arm, the monster sprang forward and
spun in mid-air, crushing his adversary against the stone wall. Fedora
lay stunned upon the ground, as the werewolf rose upon two legs before
Lilith, in her anger and fear for her children had left the coven in her
wake. She ignored their calls to slow down and wait for them. She
caught the werewolf broadside with magic fire. It cried out in pain and
madness as it turned to face her. The smell of charred flesh and
burning hair filled the air once more.
The creature still standing upon two legs, towered over Lilith as it
came at her. It took the brunt of her fire upon its already injured
As the beast advanced through the flames, Lilith started a slow retreat
as she continued her assault with the magic, but she was weakening now
from its extended use.
At last, the werewolf grasped her with one mighty, clawed, hand. The
long nails upon its fingers pierced Lilith’s back and chest as it
lifted her off the ground.
Its fanged mouth opened wide as it prepared to end this threat once and
Lilith’s flames faded. The spirits that followed her cried out for
her to fight, but she was spent. The beast, if it could see the dead,
ignored them. Just as the werewolf was about to bite down upon her
head, a shout came from behind the fell creature. Lilith recognized
Medusa’s voice and her heart sank. She struggled to yell “RUN,”
but only a low croak escaped her throat.
Lilith was held out to the side as the creature turned towards Medusa.
Lilith’s feet barely touched the ground as she stared at her daughter.
She tried to shake her head no. She kicked at the beast, but the
impacts seemed to have little effect.
Medusa screamed at the creature as she rushed forward. Lilith had never
seen Medusa enraged like this. She bore a grim determination on her
face that was both beautiful and terrible. The serpent’s mouths were
ajar, their fangs bared. Medusa’s long, scaled, tail whipped quickly
side to side as it propelled her forward. Her arms were raised with her
hands like claws before her.
Lilith heard the cries of the coven growing louder from behind, but they
would be too late to be of help in the few seconds it would take for the
creature to reach her young daughter. Lilith noted Fedora move near the
stone cliff. Fedora struggled to rise from where she lay, but she would
be too slow to stop the creature before Medusa was within its reach. An
eerie calm settled over Lilith as she reflected on the hopelessness of
The werewolf roared at this new challenger.
So terrible was the cry of the creature that Medusa froze before the
Lilith felt the claws withdraw from her back and chest as she fell to
the ground thick blood pouring from the wounds. The creature tensed its
muscles as it prepared to lunge towards her daughter.
Medusa’s yellow eyes flared like amber held before the sun as she
screamed. The cry was a terrible high pitch. The wolf-man brought its
hands to his ears. The movement caused jagged, white, bone to protrude
from the skin of its broken arm.
Lilith grabbed at the hairy, muscled, leg to try and stop the werewolf.
But, despite her strength, she had little traction on the smooth stone,
and so her body was drug across the hard rock as the beast moved in for
the kill. A trail of blood was left across the ground from Lilith’s
wounds as the beast pulled her forward.
The monster swung its long, clawed, hand towards Medusa’s throat.
For the briefest moment, Lilith’s eyes met the fearful stare of her
daughter. Lilith tried to convey all of her love to her child in that
one terrible second. Medusa’s gaze turned back to the bloodied claw
that approached an unavoidable doom.
“Nooo!” Lilith cried out in anguish.
The air paused in its journey as if the world itself were gasping at the
impending scene. The lull caused the leaves on the trees at the top of
the cliffs to go silent. The great owl on the dead branches near the
pond turned its feathered head to look upon the field of strife. A
shooting star streaked across the starry sky as it died in the earth’s
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