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Troy kept up his struggle against the binds that tied his wrists tightly behind his back, around a pole that was set in the middle of a dark room. It was only lit by a few fires at either end of the cavern like pit he as stuck in, and there didn't seem to be anyone around any more. After tieing him there, the heathen natives had left him alone. To get eaten or something, Troy had never understood their stupid rituals. This was the second time he'd been stuck in a situation like this, only this time, he wasn't expecting a rescue. Troy struggled against his binds a little more, growling angrily at the idea of being in such a vulnerable position, in such a vulnerable state.

Why, WHY hadn't they killed him like they had everyone else!? Why had they taken HIM instead of someone else?! What was it with HIM that everyone thought would make such a good sacrifice?! This time he actually would end up being a sacrifice to some heather demon god. What was is again... khalidah? What kind of a name was that for a demon anyway? Ugh... Troy was not looking forward to anything that was to come. He actually had a little hope that His God would remember all his services, and maybe lend a helpful hand. Troy did not want to be a Demons Lunch.

"Alright, Demon. Lets see what you've got. i can deal with teeth and fangs."

Troy heard the footsteps before he saw the demon. The chanting in the distance was easily ignored. It was just a blurr of a strange name in a strange tongue and the crusader was not at all interested in the heathen's and whatever they spoke. Troy craned his neck to the side to catch a glimpse of the monster that intended to devour him, and to his surprise, it was only a kid! Obviously not human, with bright red eyes and what looked like horns... But there was definitely something 'off' about this one, something stranger than just a demon god.

The Knight taken hostage narrowed his eyes, watching and listening to this strange 'God' as he approached, not in the least bit pleased with the outcome of this situation. "Let me go, and death with come quickly." Troy hissed, his tone matching the ferocity of his glare. By the name of his God, when he got free.... "Keep me here, and our Lord in Heaven will strike you down so hard...." His fists clenched in anger behind him, still unable to pull through the ropes keeping him prisoner. He couldn't even feel the pain of the burns across his wrists where the binds had dug in anymore. His eyes never left the pre-teen demon god.

(( Haha, i know he's older. Troy is just trying to think insulting things xD ))

In response to the demon prattling on about his God, and things he did not understand, Troy spat to the side, returning his glare quickly to this false God that threatened him. "Kill me then, if this is my fate. I die without regret. But tell me this; do you truly wish to Anger something Far greater than yourself? If He was anything but the Merciful Lord that we know, this place of yours wouldn't exist anymore. He sends me here to ask for your redemption, to acknowledge your mistakes in these Heathen ways, and to repent." He stared the Demon in the face, eying the fangs, and glancing at the claws. Behind the mask he wore, Troy was hardly ready to die. He wanted to scream for some kind of help that wouldn't come, or to beg for his life. ut his eyes stayed cold, and dared the Demon god to try something.

But it was still Odd. The last Demon he had met had looked a lot nastier than this one. A lot bigger to, and had smelt terrible. The last Demon hadn't wasted so many words on talking, either, or if he had, it hadn't been anything that sounded like a language. Perhaps all demons where different... But this one Hardly looked like a God. "Are you even a God? Or just some pretender, aiming for glory he could not otherwise get?"

Troy's stern glare fell away quickly at hearing that strange voice inside his head. He, however, kept his eyes locked on the Demon, never looking away. What was that? What had he heard? The Demon's eyes looks different now; sad, scared maybe? What was this, some sort of Game? The shouting that came out of the demons mouth, and the pleading that Troy heard were completely different from each other, but all from the same person. What was this? "Kill me, then. Return me to my God." it was the only reply he could think to say.

The Demon promised to let him go? What sort of twisted game was going on here? The Heathens chanting in the background cheered as their 'God' screamed, and they shouted for blood. The entire affair made Troy's blood boil, and his fingers ached for a fight, but tied behind his back, and weaponless, he could do little... But.. If this false demon releases me... Perhaps he would live to see another day? Maybe even exterminate this infestation of Heathens. "I said KILL ME! Sacrifice me at your alter, or whatever you Demon's do. I've made my peace."

The binds loosened at the same time as Troy heard the voice in his head. Free if he saved the demon, and dead if he didn't. There was a rather large selection of choices there, wasn't there? Still, the knight tugged his hands free quickly and immediately tackled the unsuspecting robed man who had drawn a blade. They struggled in a roll against each other, but with the edge of surprise it was easy enough for Troy to take the sword as his own and toss the man who had just defied his god off the little raised platform they were on.

Armed now, but still in danger, Troy decided that it was his best option to escape now, and ask questions when people didn't want to kill him. The heathen's were angry now, and were arming themselves and getting ready to start some sort of riot, in hopes of killing both himself, and the Demon that wasn't really a God. The knight grabbed hold of Aric's arm with his free hand and started pulling him to the back of the cave, where the demon had first come from. "If you know a way out, i would advise that you share it with me." An arrow wizzed by troy's shoulder and he quickened his pace, towing the demon behind him.

They got the the end of the tunnel and the room beyond. When Aric yelled, he looked up to see the large opening above and the clear blue sky of freedom. The wave of arrows hit quickly, and Troy ran for the wall; it would be hard to climb, but it was definitely doable. He started up the wall, one foot... And the second wave of arrows struck, and were repealed.

Troy turned enough to see that Aric was shielding his escape with some sort of demonic power of his. At this rate, the only one escaping who be himself. All things considered, that wasn't such a bad thing; after all this was a pit of blood hungry devil worshiping heathens. Though shalt have but one God. ... Without thinking, the brunette dropped off the wall and made a quick run for Aric , grabbing hold of his arm again and pulled him quickly towards the wall "Climb. Now."

He regretted the words as soon as he'd said them. This 'demon' couldn't climb the wall! If he could have, he wouldn't still be here! The kid didn't look like he had the muscle power to make it half way. "Ugh, i can tell you are going to be a handful." As he said that, Troy grabbed onto the wall with one hand, the other dragging Aric onto his back. "Just... Don't let go." Yes, it was a dangerous method of escape, especially since their chasers where armed with bows and arrows. Troy was hoping that their aim was about as good as their observation powers.

He started to scale the wall, and it was slow moving with another person on your back, and a sword linked through your belt. And arrows nicking the stone by your hands. The brunette lost his grip once, twice and a few more times after that. Muscles strained under the pressure needed to keep moving up.

(( sorry it's so bad >_< ))

By the time Troy had climbed all the way out of the hole, he was aching, and escape was suddenly the last thing on his mind. He could sleep for days after this without a problem! his arms hurt, his knees hurt his fingers hurt... and to top it off her was the only human being in the desert that wasn't some heathen trying to kill him. With a sigh, he glanced back down the hole, the followers of Kahlidah were yelling, but they had stopped following... They were probably going around another way, an easier way. Which meant he had to go, now.

Well, THEY had to go. Troy glanced over at the false God Kahlidah and sighed. He really did look frail, and pail... If left alone the desert would devour him. Or the heathen's would find him... Leaving him there was out of the question... At least he was polite, right? And cute to. Maybe he could sell the little demon for a horse or something? There were always options. "No. You can't go off alone... You'll have to come with me, at least until we find a town... or a village..." The moon was the only light in the sky, and there was nothing but sand in every direction. this was going to be an ordeal of its own. "Do you have any idea which way to go?" If not, he would have to pick a direction and go.