Alexander ran, his body flung through the brush with little care for direction as long as it was away from his burning home and the murderous servants or the advancing soliders. He truly had no idea where to go, he could not go to the city, they'd execute him. Seeking out his older brother might help but who knew if his sibling would risk his own neck. Panting softly, Alex tried to get his bearings, not far away searching torches rushed through the woods, most likely Ingrid or the head butler or whomever they had sent to rout him out.
Turning to the darkness he found a silhouette detaching from a tree, a robed figure materializing from out of seemingly nothing. "Well young Alex Maybell, how are you enjoying your reward?" Deaths pale smiling visage shone out from under the hood, mocking the young man with his milky stare.
"You bastard..." Alexander growled under his breath, pushing off a tree to continue fleeing. He had wanted to strike out at Death, to yell and curse but in the middle of fleeing for his life that would just give reason for Death to do its job all the more quicker. As he continued to run, the spectre of Death kept abreast of the young man.
"Still feel owed my help mortal?" Death continued lazily floating after the fleeing youth, even reclining in the air as he observed the mortals flight from his pursuers. "Want more help before you die for real?"
Alexander glared daggers changing direction seeing the distant light of torches moving to cut off his initial route, "Oh, cat got your tongue young Alex Maybell? Well don't fret while I did add my own twist on this knife you were owed recompense, run that way." A bony hand pointed in a direction deeper into the woods.
"Why that way, deeper into the forest just increases the likelyhood of meeting a monster and dying." Alexander stopped to catch his breath, yet finally answering his doom cryer.
"You walk the Path of Death mortal, finding monsters would only benefit you."
"Path of Death? I though the seer called it the Path of the Dungeon Lord, a Demon Path."
Death shook his head, "That is indeed what mortals call it in this age, but in a prior age it was the Path dedicated to me. Sadly the Light gods deemed it unwelcome and scourged the world of my path walkers. Ages ago, the Path of Death were those that stood opposite the gods of light and gave them purpose. In your old world yes you could call them bad guys but without the dark, can light truly shine? Anyways, since you needed to be reborn and you decided to speak down on my immortal person, I conscripted you to my Path. You are free to continue running like a scared animal but that way will grant you tools to survive. Take or don't, up to yourself young Alex Maybell..." with the the robed figure melted back into the shadow vanishing from Alexander's sight.
Alexander frowned but with little other help the chances of outrunning the blood mad servants and the crusading soldiers was growing fainter. Changing directions he swiftly dove into the thicker brush, silently cursing Death and himself. He had always been born to wealthy lineage, what was so wrong in indulging it? Damn Anubis and his stupid scale. Coughing, the young man finally broke through the woods into the hills at the base of the local mountain range and warily glanced around, exiting the cover of the forest didn't seem all that smart to him, at least the trees obscured the vision of his pursuers. Sighing and catching his breath briefly he surveyed the area, trying to find what Death said would help him survive, and other than the sizable hill before him, there wasn't even reinforcements to save him from his hunters.
After a moment when Alexander was about to give up and continue his run, he saw something that made him pause. In the thick darkness he could have sworn... yes, yes there it was! Narrowing his eyes he spotted Death's gate further along the side of the hill, he had missed the great bone like portal due to it not being all there, an almost spectral door seemed to conceal a cave mouth leading down into the depths of the hill itself. Cautiously he crept closer reaching out and finding his fingers passing through the door as if it were a chilled mist, a shiver of cold ran up his arm and down his back. Was this Death's promised salvation? A hole into the dirt? May as well call it what it was, an open grave waiting for him to fall in. Still, glancing over a shoulder, waiting around here served nothing so he grit his teeth and plunged through the icy, mist like door... and stumbled as his boots met a firm stone floor. He was still living, the cave seemed to slope downwards as he advanced using a hand along the stone wall, oddly enough the passage seemed almost worked, the walls flat and even as he hurried forward. While he expected the passage to be uneven he couldn't help but wonder who or what had smoothed the walls and floors, up ahead in the distant gloom an exit into light could be seen, which confused Alexander, the path had been a gentle slope downward, was there an exit to a cliff ahead or was it a chamber lit by some light source?
Rushing ahead, he burst into what was indeed a chamber, like the passage the walls and floor were smoothed stone, but neither a natural sky light, nor torches illuminated the wide hall. At the center a glowing crystal column stretched from floor to ceiling bathing the room in a soft yellowish white light. Stepping closer he blinked as he saw a figure in the heart of the crystal, from the proportions and placements it seemed to be a well endowed female, but of what species he couldn't tell at first till he stood closer and inspected the females body more closely. Cloven hooves feet, a spade tipped tail and bat like wings were a pretty good indication that she was of demonic birth, a body that made his own itch with desire despite his exhaustion seemed to imply what type of demon. "A succubus. This is my help?"
Alexander frowned and slowly walked around the pillar, he saw no break in the crystal as if the demoness had always been inside it, so how was she suppose to save him?
● Touch me Master.... ●
Startled he staggered back from where he had been studying her shapely bottom closely, "Who is there? Show yourself!"
● You've been watching me for some time now Master, wont you let me out? ●
Blinking Alexander walked around in front of the crystal looking up at the demonic woman entombed within, "That was you demon? You can speak through the crystal?"
● Yes, it is I, Master. Please let your servant out, I promise not to devour Master right away... though I am very hungry.... ●
Frowning Alexander stepped back from the pillar warily, THIS was to be his saving grace? A demon that was just as likely to eat him when he freed her? Sighing again he rubbed his tired face glancing back the way he had come, stepping back towards the passage that had lead him to this obvious death trap, but frowned when he saw light distant in the stone passage, the angry muttering of the hunters tickled his ears as he cursed Death for trapping him again. Swiftly looking around, the large chamber was spacious but other than the demon womans crystal pillar there was no where to go or hide.
● Free me Master, I can help you with those weak mortals, you just need to free me.... ●
Her seductive whisper through the dark made his body warm up, an unwarranted arousal once again scratched at his desperate mind. He could not go back, but forward would see him dead as well wouldnt it? Alexander grumbled and turned back to the pillar striding up before the encased demon, "How do I free you, I doubt I'm strong enough to shatter the crystal barehanded..."
● Indeed, Master is flimsy for the moment but you need not worry, for Master need only rest his hand against me and he can pull me from my crystal through force of will, just focus on grabbing one of my limbs and pull...hurry Master, I can see your hunters in the entry passage, they truly wish my Master dead, free me to punish these ants, Master.... ●
Gritting his teeth Alexander slammed his palm against the pillar, the crystal pulsing under his touch. A soothing warmth spreading up his arm as he focused on the demoness, his limb suddenly sinking into the firm crystal as if it were no more solid than a hole filled with mud. There was resistance, his arm sinking deeper as he reached for the demoness, his original thought was to grab her by the wrist or ankle but eventually his aim shifted, grabbing instead a fistful of dark hair, a delighted and throaty moan of approval shook the limb as the demoness squirmed in his grip.
● Mmmmm... Master is rough with his servant, finally a true Walker has come... ●
Behind him he heard voices as he tried to put the demoness' out of mind. Glancing back he saw his household servants, an angry mob complete with torches and pitchforks, lead by a bloodied Ingrid. The maids eyes locked on him and snarled, the sound more animalistic and brutal than anything he had heard from her, the group turned and slowly advanced, spreading out to keep the former young master trapped between his hunters and the weird pillar.
Alexander growled and thrust his other arm against the pillar, both limbs reaching in to pull at the demoness, an even deeper moan reverberated around the cavern that sent his itch into a fanned flame, were he paying attention to the closing mob he would see a similar fervent look in their eyes, it seemed that last moan touched everyone in the room and shook most of the more tempted ones. Others looked around fearfully as they heard the almost orgasmic cry.
● Oh Master not the horn, it's too sensitive to be grabbed so hard.... Moreeeee.... ●
Growling under his breath he pulled harder, almost like a foot caught in a muddy puddle there was a wet slurp as a body was pulled violently from within the pillar. Almost at once the pillars light dimmed greatly as Alexander fell back onto the floor banging his skull painfully on the smooth stone as a warm embrace engulfed his face, almost serpent like the freed body purred and wrapped around his body intimately. The surrounding crowd hissed and made warding signs back stepping as they eye the figure pinning their quarry to the ground, wriggling atop the young man loudly paying their watchers little mind.
"Now what shall I do to you for Masters pleasure...."