Diamonds are a girl's best friend. Just ask the guy with the jeweled jaw. FACEts!
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"What is this place?"
"It is called the Crystalarium."
Antonio Harker was in awe of an entire cave system of crystals in various sizes and shapes from stalactites to stalagmites it was almost as if giant jaws if you will. Ironic since Antonio's newfound friend was referred to as Diamondjaw, DJ for short thanks to Antonio. Standing beside the bronze hued giant of a man who was fawning over the image of a woman that even Antonio recognized, the confusion was only amplified. Unable to discern the connection DJ could possibly have with Aurora Dawson was one thing, she supposedly being a spirit locked within the massive gemstone. The woman was alive when he reached the crash site back in Alaska, it would be impossible that she could have met DJ and had feelings for him in such a short amount of time. Wasn't it?
"Am I in a different time period than Aurora?" Antonio pondered to himself, "I mean this has to be time travel, or some other dimension. As much as I want to connect with Aurora too, I better step away and let them reunite. If you can call it that, she's obviously dead in this timeline. If she were to recognize me after all of our bad history, then this DJ might turn on me. I need an ally here to help guide me through this circus so it's better I retreat."
"It is good to see you again Beloved." DJ palms the flattened facet of the gigantic crystal before him, on the interior a near transparent wisp of Aurora fighting to maintain form, the fact she was naked only made Antonio that much more tense.
"I'll go keep watch in case anyone is following us."
"Nay! Come meet my mate." DJ insisted reaching out to snatch Antonio's arm.
"Mate?"
"Yes! We were to be wed before the war." A good thing Aurora's spirit remained focused on DJ rather than Antonio, this could go badly.
"I hear bats."
"They know we are here. Do not worry, the light of the crystals will keep them at bay. Let us be troubled by their interest in us later. Please, meet my beloved Arorua." Hearing his reference Antonio realized he was pronouncing her name as if read in a mirror backwards. Interesting! Giving up, Antonio moved closer so that DJ could point him out to her. As Aurora's spirit took notice of another she smiled brightly, then tilted her head as if recalling a memory. Swallowing dryly Antonio lifted a hand and saluted at her before lowering his hand into a more traditional wave of friendship.
"She's beautiful Buddy." Antonio had always thought that of her, even before the deed he was forced to do. One that ruined her career and tarnished his own soul.
"Arorua seems curious by you." Connecting dots!
"Looks that way doesn't it."
As an angry expression grew on her face even DJ looked worried. Suddenly, as if pushing on the interior of the crystal a crackling noise was heard, the facet sharding into a broken mirror like texture. "What is wrong beloved?" DJ sought answers. Before he could react, the crystal itself morphed into an arm that reached out to Antonio gripping him by the throat. He could feel the pressure of its grip cutting off his oxygen, his face beet red from the strain. In his mind he recalled the strange hand that drew him from the top of the stone staircase in Alaska, bringing him here, wherever here was.
DJ leaped to his defense, grabbing the crystalline arm trying to prevent his new friend from harm found Aurora's image angry, then just as quickly softening up. Seconds later the arm released Antonio and retracted back into the giant crystal, even the fracturing effect returned to its sheer form as if never defiled. Smooth now as a baby's butt.
"I do not understand." DJ comforted Antonio the best he could. "It is unlike Arorua to lash out like that. She used the crystal as the Witch would." Adapted due to her ability to use what was around her to her advantage, but Antonio did not know this. What was puzzling even more was Aurora was obviously dead or her soul, spirit would not be residing in the Crystalarium, right?
"Witch?"
"Yes, Mordala Wryn the Crystal Witch, she whom controls these caves. She is aware of our escape. Twas she that bound me to the upper caves to perish, knowing my love was so very close and I could not reach her."
"I'm happy you were reunited... kind of, but if this Mordala knows we're here then shouldn't we hightail it out of this place before we run into her?"
"Yes! There is one more thing." Foreheads were still touching the gem as one, "Arorua advises me to find the sword chamber. To arm ourselves. Let me bid my bride farewell. A moment please." DJ continues pressing his forehead against the gemstone, Arorua seemingly doing the same, palms touching palms. It was obvious they were deeply in love. Antonio knew that feeling once. Still? Now was not the time for jealousy. She had passed on while he was still here alive and finding sorrow within. His way!
"So, she perished in a war?" He mumbled trying to connect dots in an impossible puzzle. He needed more to form any true history. Turning away but ever on edge he heard the crystal crinkle as it had earlier which prompted him to react defensively. Looking up at the loving couple he found Aurora/Arorua's fingers caressing DJ's own diamond jaw. Antonio's heart sank! "I was never the one. As if I could ever be hers after what I was part of. If I ever get my hands on..." A name escapes his thoughts foreboding a queer expression as to why. "Hands on who?" He had no choice but to shrug off what was no longer there. Strange!
"Goodbye Trueheart!" Diamondjaw touched the crystal hands and stayed with them until her gemlike fingers drew backwards returning to the wall. Holding them as tightly as he was in not wanting to let go, his fingers were sliced open, and blood stained the exterior of the massive stone. A palm print left upon the smoothness was now held from the other side by Arorua. It made DJ shed a tear that sizzled upon contact with his flesh and evaporated as fast as it had landed. Touching in more ways than one!
"Sorry Buddy." They both were.
"Come friend Ant."
"Ant?" Antonio hadn't been called that since he was a boy. When his younger brother died, heard upon his deathbed. Strangely, as small as it made him feel Antonio found a comfort in the referral. If he had turned the other direction, he might have seen a familiar face waving. Not perfectly timed Samuel Harker, but it would come.
"Let us find weapons." DJ forced himself to depart, his hand healing instantly of cuts. Bloodiron in his system was obviously an amazing thing to have.
Following the taller warrior Antonio kept up as best he could. When the burnt orange man was moving fast, he was a challenge even for Harker's physique to keep up with. Gem facets everywhere he looked he felt as if he were in a House of Mirrors. "A guy could go insane in here." He panted, sweat building and oxygen level decreasing. "Weapon chamber? Why is there one down here DJ?"
"It is not for I too question my friend. Arorua has allowed me to envision its location. Stay close!"
"Trying but you're faster on your feet than I am and trust me I killed the obstacle courses back home."
"Through that archway of crystals, do you see? The room glows."
"Are we sure it's not that Crystal Witch you mentioned, making herself known?"
"Oh, I am here!" A voice appeared in both of their minds, Antonio freezing in step while DJ kept moving, leaving him behind.
"Mordala Wryn, correct?" Antonio hoped by keeping her talking it would give DJ time to find this room and hopefully bring him a weapon.
"Who might you be Traveler?"
"Antonio Harker. Someone snatched me through some portal into this world. Dimension? Wherever here is I guess. All I saw was a withered hand but very strong, I blacked out the second I was choked. Was that you?"
Before his eyes crystals laying on the cave floor merged and like a tornado of activity connected and molded into a magnificent woman of extraordinary beauty. Being naked even as a living, well, animated diamond, she was insanely hot. He presumed this not to be her true form however, therefore she might be exaggerating her appearance.
"You doubt my true guise?" She obviously sensed his reluctance to believe. Telepathy? Great!
"Come on lady I'm in a fucked-up place where I have no idea how anything works. For all I know you could be some hag with a wart on her nose sweeping her gingerbread house. My mom used to read me fairy tales until my dad threw the books into the fireplace. So, unless I see the real you, I'll withhold my judgment."
"A challenge?" Shocked by her next move Antonio watched her physical form literally step out of her host gem, the abandoned shell standing guard behind her. "Do I look like some hag?"
"Nope! Beautiful actually." Sadly, his dick did twitch. She even sensed his hormonal uplift. "Listen, we don't have to be enemies. I'm lost in this hellhole and all I want is to go back home."
"You are aroused by my body?" She touched herself, crystal like fingernails teasing her flesh in a stimulating manner. His eyes were having troubles avoiding her playful gaze. Likely she was fond of using her beauty and seductive nature to get whatever she desired.
"Is this really the time to discuss my manhood? Just tell me where I am. I know this place is called the Crystalarium, but what is it? I mean I see spirits walking about within. Is this the afterlife?"
"After...before...all the same. This is my treasure."
"Fancy digs!" He noticed a spirit behind her waving within a crystal, but he could barely see it other than what looked like a teenager's arms saying over here. Utilizing her temptation Antonio rubbed his chin and circled her a bit, her chin following him until lying on her soft silky shoulder to watch further peripherally. "Yeah, you are one gorgeous woman." Nicest ass around by the looks of it. In his further travels he sought the full visage of the spirit in the gem. Stunned by his recollection he swallowed dryly, "Sammy?"
"Your brother Samuel." She informed him, "Yes like billions of others he is home." Mordala Wryn smiled. "Would you like to reunite with your brother?"
"Naaa!" Sensing her threat Antonio removed his hunting knife by lifting his leg and prepared to stab Mordala in the back. Caught off guard he found his blade still blood red from earlier, it was enough to slow him down. In that blink of discovery, the shell of Mordala Wryn reached out and grabbed both his hand and then his throat hoisting him into the air.
"And I was just beginning to have feelings for you." Mordala rolled her eyes. "Shall we adjourn to see what our barbaric nuisance is up to?" She began walking, Antonio's peripheral enjoying her perfection even under captive conditions. His beautiful captor walking in a rather robotic sway trailed behind her creator, taking Harker along with it. Another snapped glare back at Samuel found the spirit with his hands to his sides as if saying, "Dude!" It made Antonio growl, his grip on his blade unwavering even with his blood flow cut off at the wrist.
The walk seemed like forever but once within the weapon chamber the light was almost blinding. Within the walls were billions of souls that seemed to be fighting one another in a never-ending battlefield. All naked it was hard to judge what eras they might be from, only haircut residuals and race tentatively offered clues. It was incredible.
"There you are. Did you have a nice visit with your bride?" Mordala goaded DJ who was tugging on the hilt of an embedded sword that resembled a scimitar but with less curvature in the blade. He was having a hard time obviously. Other swords were equally entombed within the crystals.
