The Darkness, Foscor
"Come then, beast, and try me. I've put down better than you." Foscor was backing up slowly as he taunted the Lord Occisor. As he finished, he took a final step back from the light, and was swallowed by the shadows. The Occisor raised His sword as He strode after His prey.
A step beyond the firelight, and the shadows overtook the Lord Occisor. He continued undaunted, and summoned the Demon's flame to hand. He paused then, as the darkness failed to part. He felt the heat; the Demon responded with fire as he must. But the darkness was stronger.
"Not going to be that easy, beast," Foscor called out, sounding from every direction in the darkness. "I told you to beware the dark - the dark is mine." The Lord Occisor stood still, and listened. From the darkness surrounding Him, He heard gurgling and heavy breathing. He realized He was surrounded when He felt the breath through the tiniest gaps in His armor. The Lord Occisor was unbowed, and He brought the fire of the Demon from His hands. A wall of dark fire sprang into being, surrounding them all, pouring fiery energy into everything within. He could hear the slaver and blood sizzling in the flames, as the burning creatures flung themselves at Him. They died biting and clawing, and the souls powering the Lord Occisor's armor disintegrated under the onslaught. As the last of the creatures within the wall died, one slipped a claw through the Lord's armor, drawing a single drop of His blood.
The Lord Occisor focused through His helm, seeking what he desired. The form of Foscor shone clearly through the dark, and He strode forward, directly towards his foe. The creatures of the dark assailed him, but every swing of the Lord Occisor's sword slew one, and every ball of fire cleared his path. Foscor saw his doom coming, and called more of the grue to his defense, but his power paled before the Lord Occisor.
When the Lord Occisor plunged his sword through Foscor's chest, the darkness fled, along with any trace of the creatures. Foscor coughed, and blood flowed freely from his mouth. The Lord Occisor pulled a golden Coin from His belt, and smeared blood across it before pressing it on Foscor's forehead. "Like everything, the dark is now mine."
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