Welcome to Xillion's lair

"Stand up and fight stupid jerk !"
Shouted angrily the human warrior.
The inn quieted.
The dark figure stood there silent, his head bent down under his hood.
"Fight !"
The voice repeated inflamed.
"Are you deaf, stupid jerk ?"
The other raised his hands till his hood.
"Maybe I'm deaf..."
Answered his cold and deep voice piercing the calm air.
"...but certainly..."
He shifted aside his hood ,letting his silvery hair wild over the gray skin of his pointed ears.
"...you are..."
The crowd mumbled.The warrior paled.The Dark Elf sneered.
"...dead."

Xillion looked at the corpse,warm blood flowing from his throat.
"What a pathetic ssstupid mortal..."
hissed a voice in the elf's head
"...but at least his blood was sssweet."
The renegade sheated his black longsword and the hissing quieted.
He hated when Sting talked to him,
it was like a razor slowly wounding his head,
but the sword was his best ally ,he thought,
and he would have never betrayed him...
at least until he would have found a more powerful master.
So was for him...but could have Melkior forged a weapon be much more powerful than Sting ?
And one more evil ?
A storm of memories shaked his mind.



The dragon's tail striked his mighty blow on Janicks' torso:
the impact was tremendous.
The warriors muscles flexed to the impossible trying to block the attack,
but the scaly tail broke furiously through his inadequate defenses crushing both his arms
As his companion hit violently on the lair's walls
fell to the ground and drowned into his own blood
he felt
lost.
What could he do alone,
without the precious aid of the strong warrior ?
How could he defeat the fierce Wirm if they couldn't toghether ?
He was a thief and a mage ,
not a fighting machine overloaded with muscles,
he was a master of the knife in the back 
and he could strike an army with a sign of his hand...
...but, that was a Dragon;
the biggest he'd ever seen
and he was angry.

"I want his head...to dig deep my blade through his eyes...
...use me and I'll give you the power to rule over his life !"
The voice was clear and deep rolling like a thunder through his brains.
"Don't even try to touch 'it' !"
The hissing ached.
"Shut up ,stupid piece of stone !
And you ,Elf ,let me guide your hands to the victory !"
The thunder rolled again like a god's order.
"Don't do it or I'll never ssserve you again !"
Sting hissed again in his head.

Red nostrils gathered a huge breath but,
still distracted from the voices in his aching head,
he didn't ear it.
The dragon wided his mouth open.
"Use me !" shouted the Dark God,
"Ussse it !" Hissed louder Sting,
while the flames embraced him.

The fire burnt high for almost a minute
then a black sihlouette appeared through the flames
walking towards the surprised dragon.
Wielding two handed the long Black katana
he gazed fearless the imposing creature and said with a rolling voice:
"now...you...die !"
The dragon laughed
"Tiny little elf what can you do with that toy in your hands ?
Maybe you don't know who I am."
Said quite gently the wirm. Then arrogant:
"I am the great one...The master of all my breed ! 
You can't even dare to compete !
And now you'll pay for your impudence !".


to be continued...