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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 6029289" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Live Evil: Part 8 – Sacrifices Must Be Made</strong></p><p></p><p>The steps descended for about fifty feet and then opened up into a small cavern, carved from rock. The walls were dank and slimy. There was no natural illumination. There was one exit leading from the small cavern, which led into a long and twisty tunnel some three-hundred yards long. </p><p></p><p>Cornwell led the way to a light at the far end of one branching tunnel. It opened into a large round vaulted-ceiling cavern, dimly lit by flaming torches ensconced in the walls. At the center of the room, the floor was dominated by a carving similar to the one on the door, but only much, much larger. It glowed with a faint luminescent unearthly pale blue glow. Around the walls were smaller tunnels which lead off in all directions.</p><p></p><p>Rising up from the carving were eleven wooden poles some six-inches in diameter and six-feet high. Mounted on each were two cross-bars. Three of the poles were occupied, human sacrifices tied to each. All three were blindfolded. Small moans and whimpers escaped from the lips of two of them – from the third torrents of dried blood hung down, the body shredded and torn.</p><p></p><p>"Chris!" said Cornwell. "Jenny? Tony?"</p><p></p><p>"You know what comes next," Jim-Bean said menacingly.</p><p></p><p>Cornwell responded by putting bullets in the sacrifices' heads. </p><p></p><p>There were footsteps in the tunnel. A commanding voice spoke quietly at first but then rose in its rage. </p><p></p><p> “That’s far enough. The Lord of the Labyrinth demands that you submit to his rule immediately!”</p><p></p><p>Daffyd Jones was stripped bare to his waist. A huge axe was in one hand, and a mask covered the entirety of his upper skull. He was covered with small white spider-grubs that crawled all over him. The grubs burrowed into his cheeks and squirmed out his mouth. If they hurt, he showed no indication. </p><p></p><p>“I said submit!” he screamed. “The moment is at hand. Great Eihort cometh! He demands servants for his eternal reign of triumph!”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean sprayed bullets into Daffyd, but he moved with frightening speed. He whirled the axe over his head and brought it down in the space where Jim-Bean was standing. Jim-Bean was above him, standing upside down on the ceiling, levitating in place.</p><p></p><p>Archive held up his Elder Sign. "<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">By the power of the Elder Sign I—</span>"</p><p></p><p>Daffyd sneered and slammed into Archive, bashing him into the far cavern wall. Hammer and Cornwell riddled him with bullets. </p><p></p><p>Daffyd stretched his arms backwards and spider-grubs exploded out of his chest in a geyser, covering Cornwall, who fell backwards under the stream. </p><p></p><p>Hammer fired more bullets into Daffyd, but he was unphased. He ducked a wicked swipe of the axe and rolled to the side, still firing. "Jimmy, slow him down!"</p><p></p><p>"Cornwell, we need explosives!"</p><p></p><p>Cornwell was losing the fight against the spiders. He hurled the satchel off of his shoulder in Jim-Bean's direction. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean caught it telekinetically and sent the sticky C-4 within sailing onto Daffyd. The sticky C-4 clung to him, but he paid it no heed. </p><p></p><p>With another roar Daffyd swung at Hammer. He missed him but took out a stalactite with an earth-shattering swipe. </p><p></p><p>"Pull the trigger damn it!" shouted Hammer.</p><p></p><p>"I don't have the detonator!" But Jim-Bean knew who did.</p><p></p><p>Cornwell's form was overwhelmed by a surging swarm of pale grubs. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean extended a tendril of thought into the seething mass, afraid what he might find. Cornwell's mind was swirling with pain, but it struggled to get a message out.</p><p></p><p>"I can…Eihort is displeased. It wants revenge. For killing his children. So he's going to kill mine. You've got to save Jamie." He sent them two sets of GPS coordinates to them all. "I'm sorry."</p><p></p><p>The tunnels on the other side of the cavern whispered an ominous sound. Like millions of chittering locusts, it came closer and closer.</p><p></p><p>Hammer stumbled backwards and hit an outcropping hard. The impact jarred him and he fell to his knees. Daffyd reared back with both hands on his axe for a mighty swing…</p><p></p><p>Cornwell's arm burst from the slithering swarm. It was stripped to the bone, but with his few remaining nerve endings he pressed the button on the hand detonator.</p><p></p><p>The C-4 exploded in a rapid-fire series of bursts around Daffyd's body. Puffs of white grubs and red blood blasted in all directions. Then the ceiling caved in on him. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean landed on his feet. "Well, that's that…"</p><p></p><p>The half-broken mask of Daffyd broke through the fallen rock. A white grub extended outwards through the hole in the faceplate, shrieking in rage. The rubble began to move.</p><p></p><p>Hammer blew its head off.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 6029289, member: 3285"] [b]Live Evil: Part 8 – Sacrifices Must Be Made[/b] The steps descended for about fifty feet and then opened up into a small cavern, carved from rock. The walls were dank and slimy. There was no natural illumination. There was one exit leading from the small cavern, which led into a long and twisty tunnel some three-hundred yards long. Cornwell led the way to a light at the far end of one branching tunnel. It opened into a large round vaulted-ceiling cavern, dimly lit by flaming torches ensconced in the walls. At the center of the room, the floor was dominated by a carving similar to the one on the door, but only much, much larger. It glowed with a faint luminescent unearthly pale blue glow. Around the walls were smaller tunnels which lead off in all directions. Rising up from the carving were eleven wooden poles some six-inches in diameter and six-feet high. Mounted on each were two cross-bars. Three of the poles were occupied, human sacrifices tied to each. All three were blindfolded. Small moans and whimpers escaped from the lips of two of them – from the third torrents of dried blood hung down, the body shredded and torn. "Chris!" said Cornwell. "Jenny? Tony?" "You know what comes next," Jim-Bean said menacingly. Cornwell responded by putting bullets in the sacrifices' heads. There were footsteps in the tunnel. A commanding voice spoke quietly at first but then rose in its rage. “That’s far enough. The Lord of the Labyrinth demands that you submit to his rule immediately!” Daffyd Jones was stripped bare to his waist. A huge axe was in one hand, and a mask covered the entirety of his upper skull. He was covered with small white spider-grubs that crawled all over him. The grubs burrowed into his cheeks and squirmed out his mouth. If they hurt, he showed no indication. “I said submit!” he screamed. “The moment is at hand. Great Eihort cometh! He demands servants for his eternal reign of triumph!” Jim-Bean sprayed bullets into Daffyd, but he moved with frightening speed. He whirled the axe over his head and brought it down in the space where Jim-Bean was standing. Jim-Bean was above him, standing upside down on the ceiling, levitating in place. Archive held up his Elder Sign. "[FONT="Impact"]By the power of the Elder Sign I—[/FONT]" Daffyd sneered and slammed into Archive, bashing him into the far cavern wall. Hammer and Cornwell riddled him with bullets. Daffyd stretched his arms backwards and spider-grubs exploded out of his chest in a geyser, covering Cornwall, who fell backwards under the stream. Hammer fired more bullets into Daffyd, but he was unphased. He ducked a wicked swipe of the axe and rolled to the side, still firing. "Jimmy, slow him down!" "Cornwell, we need explosives!" Cornwell was losing the fight against the spiders. He hurled the satchel off of his shoulder in Jim-Bean's direction. Jim-Bean caught it telekinetically and sent the sticky C-4 within sailing onto Daffyd. The sticky C-4 clung to him, but he paid it no heed. With another roar Daffyd swung at Hammer. He missed him but took out a stalactite with an earth-shattering swipe. "Pull the trigger damn it!" shouted Hammer. "I don't have the detonator!" But Jim-Bean knew who did. Cornwell's form was overwhelmed by a surging swarm of pale grubs. Jim-Bean extended a tendril of thought into the seething mass, afraid what he might find. Cornwell's mind was swirling with pain, but it struggled to get a message out. "I can…Eihort is displeased. It wants revenge. For killing his children. So he's going to kill mine. You've got to save Jamie." He sent them two sets of GPS coordinates to them all. "I'm sorry." The tunnels on the other side of the cavern whispered an ominous sound. Like millions of chittering locusts, it came closer and closer. Hammer stumbled backwards and hit an outcropping hard. The impact jarred him and he fell to his knees. Daffyd reared back with both hands on his axe for a mighty swing… Cornwell's arm burst from the slithering swarm. It was stripped to the bone, but with his few remaining nerve endings he pressed the button on the hand detonator. The C-4 exploded in a rapid-fire series of bursts around Daffyd's body. Puffs of white grubs and red blood blasted in all directions. Then the ceiling caved in on him. Jim-Bean landed on his feet. "Well, that's that…" The half-broken mask of Daffyd broke through the fallen rock. A white grub extended outwards through the hole in the faceplate, shrieking in rage. The rubble began to move. Hammer blew its head off. [/QUOTE]
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