Whether or not Verana was telling the truth, Orlando could not have rightly given a damn, since even if they were being deceived, as essentially everything in The Abyss was wont to do, he was certain that they could all quite easily cut her down. What suspicions that Zixx held Orlando did not quite share, but he was still not entirely trusting of their new comrade either. It was immaterial and irrelevant to him at the moment, as they had a fellow to save. When they were all across the gap, the black monitor led them all further into the cliffs, going deeper and deeper; at one point, they had even jumped down a ten-foot pit, one which, thankfully, hurt nobody. A vrock had approached them as they reached the next bridge, but Orlando merely gave it a swat with his huge weapon, knocking it into the depths of the Grand Abyss. It did not want to return either, by the look of things.<br/><br/>This bridge, wide enough for four people to stand shoulder-to-shoulder, was made of black and rose granite, somehow both melded together into a rather pretty stone that still fit in with the rest of the layer's color scheme, though in a contrastingly bright way. Standing in front of a large door were three demons, one of them being a nalfeshnee, the others looking to be bulezauss. Words were not even said before one of the vaguely goat-like fiends charged forth. Orlando met it with an attack of his own, this time the blade trailing a reddish light as he thrust it forward. It impaled the large demon, and it made a strange choking noise as its eyes rolled into the back of its head, gurgling on a reddish-black sort of muck that spilled both from the wound and from its mouth. Though it was much larger than Orlando, the attack was an absolutely devastating one, but it did not, at first, seem to stop it. It gave a large heave, and from its strange flesh the skeleton ripped itself out, still partly on Orlando's sword. It made three wobbly steps before collapsing into an ivory dust, mostly falling on top of him, covering the man in white powder. He made a wheeze before kicking the remaining flesh from his sword and yelling out, "Wouldn't you say some negotiations are in order?" The nalfeshnee gave him and the rest of the party a contemplative gaze before telling the others to hold.<br/><br/>((Blow with the weapon did twenty-four, the remaining bonuses on it did twenty-two, and then wth Ruby Nightmare Blade I doubled it to ninety-two. Bulezau rolled a one on his save for death by massive damage, which kinda sucks, since I was kinda hoping for another fight. Not so sure that's gonna happen now.))<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/>The bulge in Graz'zt's crotch, covered by a bluish cloth, began to swell a bit when Ariel had submitted. His smile, were it somehow possible, grew even more sinister with each and every beat of her fluttering heart. "<span style="color: green">It will be my pleasure,</span>" he whispered into her long ear, which he licked along the edge of with his blackish tongue. He loosened the chain just a bit, and then with his free hand lowered his cloth, revealing his large member, veiny and hungry. It grew, steadily but definitely, and soon had reached its full length, fourteen inches long and nearly three inches thick.<br/><br/>Turning the winged elf around to face the rest of the court, Graz'zt spread his legs a bit as he lifted one of Ariel's into the air, his large, six-fingered hand gripping her under the knee. Without warning, the demon prince had guided his cock just perfectly and stuffed it inside her, stretching her asshole open. As with everything else in that place, instead of the heat she should have expected, her mind registered it as a very cold piece of meat that ravaged her insides. He gave a lustful, cruel growl when he'd buried himself in her completely, thrusting so hard that she was lifted almost two feet off the ground, his height making sure that she did not come off. When she landed on the base of his length, he hissed into her ear again, "<span style="color: green">If you want to be done sooner, scream, shriek, cry as much as you can. It makes me all the more randy.</span>" Another fierce thrust came just after he'd said what he did.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>