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The Captain grimaced, and saluted the battling form of Corzeus. Whether he could see him do so or not Jarvel was unsure, but it meant something to him at least.

“Goodbye, friend.”

Corzeus smashed yet another beast from the podium, and grabbed another’s claws in his bloodied, gauntleted hands. Metal screeched against bone, but the Chaplain held on, driving the beast’s claws into itself, then into another creature. He ducked, picking up his crackling sword again, and dropped to his knees in exhaustion. He still stabbed and slashed, but the monsters weaved around him with alien dexterity that belied their shape. Claws repeatedly stabbed into him, and strange beasts flew forward from the last portal, which burned his flesh and that of the Void Knight. He growled, still fighting despite grievous wounds. Blood poured from every chi(C)nk in his armour, and blood welled up inside it where there was no outlet. Beasts continued to stab at him, and he stood again, unwilling to die kneeling. He killed more, with clumsy and badly timed blows. One beast took out one of his eyes, and yet he still fought on with his one good eye. Another thirty beasts fell before his blade, and the Chaplain showed amazing endurance and willpower.

Jarvel leapt the barriacades surrounding the fortress and made for the final portal, a pulsing blood-red one. No beast could harm him – He killed hundreds in the short run from fortress to portal. He slew mercilessly, and gave the beasts no quarter. He was angry – Angry to lose his greatest friend; too angry to have come so far and to die at the hands on these weird beasts. He had imagined that he would die alongside an army of his brethren, a proud death against those who believed in something other than destruction. He vowed that he would not die now. This was not his time!

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The final men in the fortress fell. Thousands of gibbering beasts poured onto the podium. Hundreds fell before Corzeus’s hammer, and not one got near enough to so much as graze the Void Knight in close combat. The Chaplain shrugged off a great many wounds, but as strong as willpower and courage are, they can only do so much.

He had no energy left to burn in killing monsters, and he had little blood left that hadn’t been spilled. He was poisoned, and the disease spread throughout his system, slowing and weakening him further. Finally, the sheer force of numbers facing him overwhelmed the Chaplain. Hundreds of blades pierced him, and with a last heaving breath, Corzeus fell.

The Void Knight was destroyed mercilessly, and the beasts feasted on his flesh.

Jarvel’s consciousness was racked by death of his heroic friend, his soul sending out a huge shockwave of sadness. Jarvel fought on, delivering blow after blow, each one fatal to even the greatest of monsters. Monsters swarmed over him, biting and slashing, but each one was blown away by a hammer stroke. One swing of the great weapon often felled ten or more, and the ridiculous power of the hammer would have made Jarvel laugh, if there hadn’t been thousands of enemies to contend with. The hammer had never been so strong when Corzeus had wielded it, and now Jarvel knew why. Corzeus had sacrificed everything for him, and now his soul was imbued within the weapon, and his spirit gave him the strength of his own muscle, the holy power of the weapon and the iron will of Corzeus. Jarvel found it somehow appropriate that the great Chaplain would still go on fighting even after death – It seemed that was what he would have wanted.

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Jarvel pushed forward still, and the short run seemed like eternity. He was sure that the evil power that had taken over the island was playing tricks on him, but he had no time to think of that now. The portal was getting closer, just very slowly. It still spewed forth millions of enemies, and Jarvel knew he could never beat them all.

He concentrated on the portal, and suddenly, as if by his willpower alone, it drew nearer. He was actually standing right next to it, battling the monsters surrounding it. There were no longer millions of them, but the island was still full, brimming with evil power. He struck at the dread portal, and it clearly felt pain, for more monsters poured forward. Despite hundreds of talons and monsters striking at him, Jarvel fought on. He struck the portal again, and saw a creature attempting to heal it. He smashed it aside, and it died. Jarvel struck again and again, and destroyed the monsters around him constantly. The monsters were at no end, but he could see the portal weakening.

‘You’re nearly there, friend. Keep fighting!’

Jarvel heard his friend’s words inside his head, and they pushed him forwards.

It took a great deal of time, but always Jarvel kept the same rhythm. Strike at the beasts, and they would falter, strike again, and they would keep distance for a moment - Long enough to hit the portal again. Then he would repeat this cycle till he felt his bones crack under the strain of his work.

He screamed aloud for a long time, the thousands of tiny cuts on his body making him feel like he was in hell itself – Or perhaps he was? All he knew was to hit the portal with his blessed hammer until it was destroyed – That was his only goal in life now. Nothing else mattered.

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Finally, he felt a change in the atmosphere around him. The monsters drew back, clutching at their heads or exploding randomly. They threw themselves into the sea, and few still attacked. Jarvel risked a glance around him, and realized, for the first time, that he had no way of getting back.

He killed the last of the monsters around him, and the portal ejected some huge beasts. But Jarvel was too close to victory now, and would not falter. He slew them, and then fell to his knees before the pulsing portal. His fury vanished, to be replaced by an exhaustion that should have killed him. He pushed on, still breathing, still living, despite wounds that should mean he was dead a thousand, perhaps a million times over. Time meant nothing to him, and he may have knelt there for an eternity or a moment – He did not know, he did not care. The monsters were in a self-destructive frenzy, and no longer attacked him.

He stood. The pain of doing so was amazing, and Jarvel knew that every bone in his body was broken, save for the vital ones that allowed him to stay alive. Jarvel had heard tell of legends – Men who could not die. He felt like one now, and certainly felt like he should be dead. He hefted the hammer.

He swung it in a wide arc and brought it down on the portal. Its housing, made from some strange, unearthly material, cracked. The portal’s essence was free, and it expanded wildly into the air. With one last heave, it expelled a great many monsters, but they were already dead.

Jarvel saw no way off the island. He didn’t know where to go or what to do. The island was crumbling under the force of the magic, and he was the only living thing left on it. The vegetation died, and the fortress crumbled into dust. The lander was no more, and the sea churned and boiled.

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Jarvel saw only one way. The portal still stood there, but it faded into nothing before him.

He refused to die, alone, on this island.

He saw only one way forward, and thus he took it.

He walked to the portal, and stepped forward.

He stepped into the belly of the beast.

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The Belly Of The Beast

Jarvel’s eyes flickered open, but still he could not see.

He passed his hand in front of his face – He could make out the outline, but only just. So, he wasn’t blind.

He tried to sit up, but as soon as he did his muscles ached and his joints burned like fire. Moaning, he righted himself. His armour was far too heavy for him, and he fell backwards. He thumbed a rune on his breastplate, and it glowed red. So, the magical strength bindings were weakened... To stand would mean he would be carrying a three-tonne suit with his own muscles. He was strong, but he could hardly do that for long.

He pressed another rune, and lightning crackled around him. The auxiliary power kicked in. Gas escaped from the gaps in his armour and he sat up again.

The darkness around him was deep, but not impenetrable. His eyes soon adjusted, and he could make out the mist swirling around the ground around him. The ground was hard, but soft – The area was cool, but stifling hot at the same time, and the air was moist, but his lips cracked with dryness.

Jarvel clutched his head in confusion – his head pounded with the confused messages his senses were delivering. He spat in anger, and it turned blue then vanished, to be replaced by smoke. Daemonic trickery! He stood, angered at the deception. Zamorak would not fool him!

His hammer, Corzeus’s gift, lay nearby. Jarvel picked it up, and felt the reassuring weight of it.

Now there was a dim glow coming from ahead. Or was it behind? Direction meant nothing in this strange, black landscape. Jarvel staggered forward, and found that although he was desperately hungry, he was no longer tired. He must have been sleeping for days to recover such energy and build such an appetite.

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He lurched towards the light, his limbs still aching. He knew that would pass, and instead focused his will on ignoring the hunger and getting the light. He neared it, and then passed through it. It was still ahead, but now it was behind also. He shook his head in disbelief.

“By Saradomin, I will not be tricked!”

At the mention of the Light Lord’s name, the ground shook.

A voice boomed in the deep.

“What servant of the False God dares speak his name in my realm?”

The voice was inside Jarvel’s head, but also all around him. The confusion faded, and the light became a door. Whispers emanated from it, and Jarvel stepped cautiously toward it.

“Come to it... We can promise you power... We can...-”

Jarvel shook his head again, determined not to listen. He edged towards the door again, and opened it. Beyond, he could see a long hall, but Jarvel knew to disbelieve a daemonic’s summoning. He broke a part off the door, a chunk of wood. He threw it through the doorway, and it bounced lightly on the floor of the hall. Satisfied, Jarvel made to move forward, but stopped in horror as he saw the floor and hallway vanish, to be replaced by a cliff, which ended in a pool of spikes and corpses. He drew back, and circled the door, hammer at the ready. He went to the back, and saw that the door wasn’t broken on the other side... More trickery. But when he opened it, it showed a solid walkway of stone. Seeing no other way forward, and sensing that if he would stay here he would die of starvation, Jarvel stepped forward. The walkway remained solid.

“You are a bold one, warrior of the False God...”

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Jarvel ignored the voice, and continued to walk along the stone bridge. He dared not look down, for fear of whatever spells that bound the walkway to existence breaking.

He neared the end, and there was the blackness again.

“I could have you wander like this for eternity, warrior.”

Jarvel snarled, and addressed the disembodied voice for the first time.

“Show yourself! Daemon, show yourself!”

The voice laughed, and the mist coalesced. The darkness receded, and Jarvel found himself in a grand arena, like the Duel Arena of Al-Kharid.

Before him was a man. No, now it was a woman of unearthly and impossible beauty. Jarvel was enchanted by her exquisiteness. But he watched in horror as the woman morphed, grew in size and became a being that hurt the eyes. It writhed and contorted, and tentacles erupted from its misshapen body, which resembled a cloud of rippling bile.

Jarvel raised his hammer.

“I will not falter in the face of your evil!”

The monster changed again, now becoming a huge man bearing a sword of amazing craftsmanship. It dripped with blood, and was crackling with energy.

“You will fall to my blade, human...”

Jarvel readied his hammer, and charged the man who dared threaten him.

The daemon laughed, and flicked its sword.

Jarvel dodged under the lashing blade, and the figure shrank to a mere seven feet, the same height as the Captain.

It lashed out with its blade, and Jarvel dodged. He danced under the man’s guard, and brought his hammer up, but the daemon avoided the blow with ease. It swung the blade again, and it came within inches of Jarvel’s face. The hero smashed the hammer into the arm of the daemon, but the blow missed; the creature had vanished, and now stood behind the Captain.

“I am the patron of the realm... You dare come to me... You dare challenge me? I will crush you and feed you to my servants... The Brawlers will feed on your flesh!”

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The daemon lunged, but Jarvel fell to the ground to avoid the blow. He kicked out, and the creature fell too. He picked himself up, but he was too slow, and the daemon leapt to its feet like an acrobat. It swung its unearthly blade and it bit into the hero’s armour. Blood flowed forth, and the sword sung in exultation, reveling in the bloodshed. Jarvel felt weakened, but still he fought on. He swung the hammer high, and then feinted to the left. It was a trick much-used in swordplay, but the daemon did not expect Jarvel to try it with a hammer. It went to parry the blow and Jarvel smashed its face. Alien bones broke, and black blood spurted forward. The blade slipped from the daemon’s slender fingers.

The daemon backed away.

“Insolent fool! How dare you strike the Lord of the Changing Ways?”

Jarvel felt imbued with strength at seeing the creature wounded. He picked up the evil blade in one hand, and felt its lightness. He held the hammer in one hand, and Corzeus’s strength coursed through him. The charged again, and the daemon backed away. It summoned another blade, and the two clashed in a shower of red sparks. Jarvel swung his hammer round, and the blow took the daemon from its feet. He struck at it again and again with the holy hammer, feeling his foe’s bones crack.

The thing changed into a small girl.

“Please! Leave me! I am but a child!”

He continued to smash it, and it changed again, into the form of Jarvel’s own mother.

“Get out of my head!” he screamed, still smashing the creature.

It turned into himself, and he howled in fury.

“Begone, creature of darkness! Begone, and send me back to my own realm!”

The creature reached up and clawed feebly at the hammer with broken fingers, and howled.

“Yes! Yes! Anything!”

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