This was written with the permission of the author of Stalkers. It is told by Dura Rivaina, a young fire demon and friend of Lai. Please don't use these characters without asking first.
I know all about Lai, the Vampire half breed. She couldn't be more suited for her job if she was as I am. I don't know. It's not every day one meets a vampire Stalker who is half vamp herself. It has been months since I saw her last in London. She can't see me but I can tell she can sense I am near. I'm the same way, but I suppose you would be too after knowing your best friend for almost 2000 years.
Even though it is sweltering hot out, she feeds the flames of the fire. She is such a good friend to me. I am a fire demon to tell you straight out. Born of fire for as long as I care to remember. Fire flows through me and strengthens me, we are one. I reach out from the demon plane and shape the fire into a short sword pointing outward towards Lai. Her face is grinning now, she is sure I am near. Slowly, concentrating hard, I shape the weapon. The hilt becomes three dragons intertwined. One head forming the pommel, an open mouth holding a ruby. The other two heads forming the cross piece, each mouth holding a fire stone, eyes ablaze as tiny agates. Their intertwined bodies forming the actual hilt itself. The blade was serrated, made to look like the flames I formed it from. It was a tiring process, even on the demon Plane. If I had tried to do it on the mortal Plane I would have killed myself trying.
Finishing, I materialized on the mortal Plane floating above and behind Lai as she stared at the flaming sword. I whisper, "take it," in her ear and as she reaches out, the sword becomes reality instead of flames. As she examined the blade, I slumped against the nearest tree, almost falling on the sleeping Alvin. I had never been so tired in my life and I wasn't feeling well all of a sudden. "It's for me, ne?" Lai asked. It was all I could do to nod. She then proceeded to tell me how pale I was and berate me for not caring for myself while we were apart. She thanked me for finding such a wonderful weapon for her, and she said she would cherish it always. I didn't bother to tell her that I had crafted it myself and that was what was wrong with me. I wonder if she realizes that no human could make a weapon like this or that I will never form another again.
I am fire born. My weapon is the only one I was permitted by the demon Codes to make. But I knew evil was coming, and all I could do I would to aid my friends. Now the little mage. Today I had brought from the flames the Book of Anubus. Tomorrow morning I will give it to him. Soon we will battle the Darkness. We will need all the help we can muster.
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