The Revenge of Lustra

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This is my contest entry for Malaxar's Lustra the Temptress contest. The story is about Lustra's return to the world and how the warrior Markus tries to defeat her.

Submitted: June 12, 2013

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~The Revenge of Lustra~

After 500 years of peace and prosperity, Lustra the temptress returned to the world. London was peacefully asleep when she broke through the gates of Hell into the mortal world. Her hair was blazing a fiery red and her sultry lips were full and beckoning as she floated through the night sky, undetected by the human eye.

She felt weak, hungry. She needed to dine, and soon. So she scanned the empty streets for her first victim.

He wasn’t hard to find.

Top hat, coat tail, and cane. He whistled as he walked down the cobblestone sidewalk, a happy, upbeat tune. She wondered where he was coming from, where he was headed. But really, she didn’t bother to care. He had what she needed.

Lustra was waiting for him at the corner.

His whistling mingled with the tapping of his shoes against the cobblestone as he neared, then once he was close enough, Lustra stepped out of the shadows, revealing herself to him.

Immediately, he stopped whistling.

“Oh,” he said, seeming surprised, maybe even a little bit startled. “Even, madam.” He tipped his hat, and looked as if he was about to walk on past her.

Lustra smiled. “What’s the rush?” She made sure her green, cat eyes locked on his, and once they had, she knew he was hers.

“It’s been so long since I’ve known a man,” Lustra told him, creeping over, placing her hand on his shoulder.

His chocolate eyes glazed over, and he looked like he’d been struck by Cupid’s arrow. It was heavenly to see this look. It had been a long 500 years that she’d been trapped in the Underworld since she’d seen that look. It was practically setting the table.

She had him.

“I find that hard to believe, madam,” he said, leaning close as she lead him into the alleyway. “You’re so beautiful, and you smell like flowers.”

Oh yes, she thought. She definitely had him.

Lustra leaned in to kiss him. “What’s your name?”

“Robert,” he replied. “My name is Robert, madam.”

She backed him against the side of a building, kissing him again. Her mouth was watering. So hungry.

“Tell me you want me to take you,” she said.

“I want you to take me,” he replied on command.

“Lustra. My name is Lustra.”

He panted. If only he knew…

“Lustra, I want you to take me.”

She grinned. The magic words. “Happy to oblige.”

Lustra inhaled deep, and planted her hands on his chest. The man called Robert screamed as his life swept from him in a single moment, leaving his limp body to fall hard on the ground.

“What a shame,” she said. “You really are handsome.”

 

Markus awoke in a sweat, a pounding throbbing the inside of his head.

What a horrible nightmare, he thought, rubbing his temples. Light was streaking through his window, the sun rising outside. Markus couldn’t imagine a more beautiful morning. He walked to the window, pulled the drapes and looked outside.

Another day in paradise.

Luria had been a regular utopia since the day Lustra was defeated and her Army was banished from the kingdom.

Markus sighed, glancing at the sword that hung as a trophy above the fireplace in his small cottage’s living area. He remembered that day like yesterday. 500 years was a long time for a man to live, but Lustra had had that horrible curse placed on him before he was finally able to slice her throat with the enchanted sword, spilling out the thousands of souls she’d devoured over the centuries.

She was in Hell. Markus knew this because he’d sent her there. So why did he had this uneasy feeling about her all of a sudden? After 500 years, why was her face, her name popping in his head now?

He knew why. He’d dreamt of her last night. He’d dreamt a horrible, vivid dream of her bursting through the gates of Hell and returning to the world. No, not a dream. That had been a nightmare.

But that was impossible. Markus knew the demons that inhabited the fiery depths below had been itching to get their claws on her for centuries. There was no way they would let her go once they had her.

He smiled, glancing back at the sword again.

“Just a silly dream, Markus,” he told himself. “Lustra is tucked away, deep in the pits of Hell, just nicking a corner out of Eternity. She’s not here. Not now, not ever.”

If only he could convince that shakiness inside of him of the same.

 

Lustra trudged through the woods, one soul fuller, and already craving more. But it was only a lust she felt, not a real need. 500 years of being poked and prodded, tortured by the most vicious of creatures, demons, in the deepest pits of Hell, without a single soul to feed on. Maybe she was just greedy.

She could have spent the whole night feeding, but Lustra didn’t need to draw more attention to herself than she needed. She’d left Robert’s empty body there in the alley after taking what she wanted, then she’d darted out of London, only one destination in her sights.

She had to know what had become of the Kingdom of Luria since she’d been away.

She heard a rustling in a nearby bush.

Ready to attack, she stood in position, glaring in the direction of the rustling. “Reveal yourself!”

Slowly, this tiny, creature came out, shivering in fear, his little hands clasped together in front of him, his big eyes filled with terror. His ears were pointed, the tips high above his little green hat. He wore only a green gown-like shirt, and tiny green slipper-like shoes.

Lustra relaxed and scoffed. “You’re just a little elf.”

He cowered. “Please, do not hurt me. I was only picking berries for my family.”

“Hurt you? Why would I need to hurt you? Your soul is nothing but an appetizer for me, you little imp.”

He cowered some more.

“Tell me you little elf. What is your name.”

“Moti.”

“Where are you from, Moti?”

“I live in a commune of others like me. Elves. In the Kingdom of Luria.”

“Luria, huh?”

The little elf nodded furiously.

“Moti, come with me, darling. I want to know all about Luria.”

Moti shook. Lustra rolled her green eyes. Elves were such cowardly creatures. No wonder they hid themselves from the rest of the world. “But, ma’am, my berries.”

“Your berries?” she shouted, flinging her hand so hard, she swiped his basket and sent the berries flying all over. “Forget them. I will give you a greater gift to take back to your family. Come with me and tell me all I want to know, sweet little Moti.”

And as if he had a choice in the matter, the little elf nervously followed her on down the path.

 

A pounding came to Markus’ door, frantic and hard.

“Sir Markus! Sir Markus!”

He knew that voice. Armand was on the other side of the door. Markus was confused. What would Luria’s cleric be doing visiting him this early in the morning? And so frantic, at that?

Markus knew it must be urgent, so he rushed over, and he yanked open the door, finding Armand bent over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Markus looked around, but saw no horse, no carriage.

“Armand, did you run here?” Markus asked in disbelief.

“Markus it’s happened!” Armand sputtered, pushing passed the man. His bowl was under his arm, so Markus knew he had something important to show him.

Armand went straight for Markus’ wooden table, placing the bowl there. “Water! Water now!”

Markus couldn’t imagine what could be so bad that it had normally easy-going Armand in a bind. The man was on the verge of a breakdown.

He filled the bowl with water, and Armand swiped his hand over the bowl, speaking his words of magic until the water started to bubble.

“Show me Lustra,” Armand finally said.

Markus felt his stomach knot. His heart skipped about four beats as he anxiously looked into the bowl. He prayed he would see the temptress surrounded by flames, demons poking and prodding at her, torturing her. But the bowl showed something far different.

“No,” he whispered. It was Lustra. But she was far from Hell.

“She’s here, Markus,” Armand said, his breath catching. “She’s outside of Luria. She’s claimed a soul already. In the mortal world. Last night.”

“Where?” Markus managed to spit out.

“London.”

He looked back at the bowl. Lustra was walking down the path, side-by-side with this little elf. Two feet tall, and looking scared to death. She’d already taken a hostage, and she’d chosen the easiest to get.

“His name is Moti,” Armand said. “He’s of Luria.”

“How did this happen, Armand?”

Armand sighed. “Sevimar set her free.”

Impossible. Sevimar may have been the most powerful wizard in the world, but nothing could free Lustra from Hell. Nothing.

“She’s prepared to fight, Markus,” Armand said. “She’s gathering her Army. The invasion into Luria will be ugly. Brutal.”

Markus walked over to the fireplace, and he grabbed his sword. “It will, Armand. And we’ll all be waiting for her. For now, I have to pay a wizard a visit.”

 

“You’re all pathetic!”

Lustra stood at the entrance to the damp, muggy cave, staring at the few left of her Army. “500 years, and you let them banish you from your home! I have to do everything!” She swung her foot back and kicked Moti’s little basket hard. He trembled.

“Madam, we had no idea what to do!” Oscar pleaded. With the head of a bull, and a body of a human, the minotaur was a frightening creature, but standing there, begging for Lustra’s mercy, he was proving he was just as pathetic and worthless as the rest of them.

“We were lost without you, Lustra,” his brother Otis added.

“Have I taught you nothing!” she shouted back. She turned her attention to the three fairies in the back. They made sure to look uncaring, leaning against the cave walls. “And you three. You hardly look happy to have me back.”

Giselle straightened up, suddenly wiping that uncaring look off her pretty face. “We are, Miss Lustra. So happy.”

Her sisters nodded in agreement.

She looked them over. These were the last of her powerful Army. The only loyal ones left. The others were scattered all over the world. Banishment was surrender for them. These five were worthless, too.

“You just won’t do,” she said, holding her hands out. A flash of light erupted from her palms, sweeping over the cave, leaving nothing, not even dust in its wake.

Moti was trembling. Lustra supposed he was afraid he would be next. Silly him. Didn’t he know what a huge asset he was?

“Let’s go, Moti,” she told him. “We have an Army to build.”

 

Sevimar was banished from the Kingdom of Luria at the fall of Lustra 500 years ago. His crime was treason. Sevimar had fallen in love with the temptress, and the only reason she hadn’t killed him was because she’d been able to use him. Markus should have known that a better eye needed to be kept on him.

Sevimar lived in a hut, as close to Luria as he could get without coming inside.

Markus walked to his door, and burst through.

“Sevimar!” he shouted. “Come out!”

The house was cluttered with all of Sevimar’s spell books, wild looking plants, and even a huge cauldron right in the middle of the floor. But Sevimar was nowhere to be found.

“Sevimar, show yourself!” Markus called again.

And then, from behind the cauldron, Sevimar rose. “Markus. I knew you’d come.”

“What have you done, Sevimar?”

“I’ve brought my love back to me, Markus. At last.”

“You know you will be put to death for this, Sevimar,” Markus said.

“You can try, Markus.”

Markus pulled his sword out, and Sevimar snapped his fingers. A cloud surrounded him, and suddenly, he was gone. Vanished into thin air.

Markus knew exactly where he’d gone.

 

“W-where are we, ma’am?”

Lustra pushed passed the vines and finally she and Moti entered the grubby meadow. “Welcome to the land of the Orcs, Moti. Our recruits.”

Moti cowered more than ever at the sight of those large beasts, roaming the deadened grass of the meadow. Lustra smiled. She couldn’t blame the little elf. Orcs were frightening beasts, especially to someone as tiny as Moti. Brutish and ape-like, they were big, and repulsive, with grey, wrinkled skin. Boars roamed the land along with them. Often times, the orcs were seen on their backs.

Perfect for her Army. Trolls guarded the border to Luria. She needed some muscle to get her through, and she could easily place these beasts in a trance, just like she could a human man. They were quite stupid, so it would be a piece of cake.

“Come to me!” she called. The orcs all froze in place, then turned to her. “Come join my Army! We will take over the Kingdom of Luria! I am Lustra! I will reign over the kingdom once again!”

All it took was one look into her eyes, and she had them all. They were lust-struck. “Follow me, beasts! We shall have Luria to call home once again!”

 

“She’s coming, Markus.”

Markus sat in Armand’s hut, trying furiously to come up with a plan, but failing tremendously.

“She has an Army. Orcs.”

Markus looked up. “Orcs?” Orcs were powerful creatures. He didn’t know how he would ever fight off Orcs.

“She has them under her spell,” Armand continued. “They’re coming. And she has that little elf with her, too.”

Markus sighed. “The trolls are on high alert. They know not to let her through. Now they have a real job to do. But we have to be prepared.” He patted his sword. He knew he would be able to send her back to Hell with this, but the orcs were a different story.

An idea popped into his head then. “Simon.”

Armand’s eyes widened. “Simon? Can we trust him?”

“Lustra killed his brother. I think we can. Round up all the warriors and knights in the Kingdom. Have them waiting behind the borders. I’ll get Simon.”

 

Their efforts were foolish, and vain. Lustra almost laughed when she saw the Army waiting to greet her at the border of Luria. Trolls with their pitchforks, ready to pounce on these orcs, easily twice their sizes. Silly knights and warriors, all lined up behind them, all so weak in comparison, on the backs on winged unicorns.

“Did you all miss me?” Lustra asked. “I missed you!”

She looked around at her army of orcs, smiled and batted her long eyelashes. They took the signal, and charged.

 

“You’re a human,” Simon said, pacing back and forth in his cave. “A Lurian human at that. Why should I help you? My kind has been banished from your kingdom for centuries. Now you want me to help you when you have nowhere else to turn?”

Markus sighed as he watched the young dragon pace back and forth, smoke billowing from his nostrils. Markus could tell Simon was angry.

“She killed Lucas,” Markus said. “It’s Lustra, Simon.”

“I can’t bring Lucas back. Neither can you. And my helping you defeat her won’t do it, either.”

Markus didn’t expect this to be easy. Simon’s kind was the most misunderstood of all creatures. Dragons didn’t have the best reputation, and after a few bad eggs destroyed so much of the town centuries ago, townspeople decided to stop giving them chances and just banned them completely.

“You help us, Simon, and I’ll see what I can do about getting you back into Luria.”

Simon looked thoughtful.  “I can’t. I’m sorry, Markus. I can’t do it. You’re not like other humans, but other humans made me bitter, and cynical. I just can’t return. Not even for a day.”

Markus nodded. “I understand, Simon. Thanks anyway.”

Markus then turned, and headed out of the cave. Luria was waiting, and the bloody battleground it was about to become was waiting, too.

 

Lustra sat back and laughed. Try as they may, the trolls, the warriors and knights of Luria, could not stop the orcs. They were butchering everyone that stepped in their way. Although, she had to hand it to the Lurian Army that was no doubt put together by Markus. They were holding their own pretty well. It was a bloodbath out here, but gradually, her orcs were pushing their way inside.

“Look at this, Moti,” she told the little elf that now sat on her shoulder. “Aren’t you so glad you are not on that side?”

Moti shook. “Miss Lustra, what about my family?”

“I haven’t got my eye on any elves. Your souls are entirely too small for my appetite. Your family will cower like the elves they are so they should be safe from my orcs’ wrath. When I take over Luria you all will be on my good side. Especially you, Moti. I have special plans for you, darling.”

A knight slashed open one of her orcs, then on the back of his unicorn, came right for Lustra, his long sword out and aimed for her.

“Miss Lustra,” Moti panicked.

She only smiled. She held up her hands, whipping the knight’s helmet off so that his eyes were exposed. She locked glances with him, and he was hers. “I am starving, Moti. What is that knight’s name?”

“Sh-sherman, ma’am,” Moti said.

“Sherman!” Lustra called. “Come to me, darling!”

Under her spell, Sherman dropped the sword. The unicorn slowed to a walk, and they came slowly to her. “All that hard work it took for you to get to me. And it only led to your demise. I’m sorry, sweetie. Now repeat after me. ‘Lustra, I want you to take me.’”

 

“Dear God,” Markus muttered as he and Armand stood atop a hill watching the bloodbath below. “We’re losing men left and right.”

Armand began to pant. “Markus, what should we do?”

Markus pulled out his sword. “We will fight.” He grabbed another sword, and he gave it to Armand.

“Me?” Armand asked. “I am not a warrior.”

“It’s for your protection. Hold onto this, and wait here.” He started down the hill, then turned back to Armand. “Oh, and Armand?”

“Yes, Markus?”

“Pray for Luria.”

 

“Lustra, is that you, my love?”

Lustra turned her head, and saw behind her the last person she’d expected to see.

“Sevimar,” she said. “I thought you would have been put to death.”

“No.” He walked toward her. “I was banished for loving you. I’ve never stopped, Lustra. I’ve loved you for 500 years.”

“That’s a long time.” She was hardly amused. What a one-sided affair he’d had. Didn’t he know that Lustra didn’t love back?

“I worked so long to bring you back, Lustra.”

She whirled around. “You brought me back?”

He smiled and nodded. “I couldn’t live without you.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Sevimar. Thank you for releasing me. But as you can see, I’m in the middle of something important. I’ll be sure to remember you when I’ve taken Luria back. I’ll make sure your banishment is revoked.”

She turned back to the battle, but she could feel Sevimar staring at her. She turned back around, and his face was broken. His eyes showed sadness that she’d never seen before. That hardened soul he used to have was softening up now, and it was sickening.

“You don’t love me, Lustra?”

She laughed. “Oh, Sevimar. I’m incapable of love.”

His jaw trembled, and he reached into his cloak. “Then I shall send you back to Hell.”

Before he could pull his hand back out, though, he was already dead.

“I don’t think so, Sevimar,” Lustra said with one wave of her own hand. “See, Moti, why the best idea is to remain loyal to me? You can’t defeat Lustra. They can’t, either.”

 

Markus squeezed the handle of his sword tightly as he neared the battlefield. Bodies of trolls, of his men, all scattered around, while others struggled without success to take down the orcs. This was a vain attempt at a fight, he knew. Lustra’s Army could not be defeated this way. But he had to try.

Yelling at the top of his lungs, he yanked out his sword, and went for the first orc he saw. A quick swipe of his sword slashed through the orc’s giant belly, and guts spilled out. The orc cried, fell to his knees, then collapsed.

Markus looked at his sword. It took Lustra out 500 years ago.

Just maybe,  he thought. He ran, slicing orc after orc. He thought he was making headway, helping his fellow warriors, but there were so many. Just so many of them, and compared to how many men Markus had left standing, the numbers were not in Luria’s favor.

The worst part of it was that Lustra was nowhere in sight.

More orcs were rushing over, tearing through the trolls like they were nothing. Markus alone with his sword couldn’t do this. A sickening feeling hit the pit of his stomach. Surrender meant slavery to Lustra for eternity. Once she took over Luria, that would be it for the rest of them. They would be doomed to a fate worse than death.

“Markus?”

Markus turned his head to see his old friend, Daniel.

“Markus, do you have a plan?” Daniel asked.

Markus opened his mouth to deliver the bad news. He was going to tell Daniel that this was it, when suddenly, they were deafened by the sound of a flapping above them. The sky darkened, as the sun was blocked, and a screech caught everyone’s attention.

Markus covered his head and looked to see what the commotion was. And his prayer’s had been answered.

“Simon,” he whispered to himself with a smile.

Simon screeched again, then with the most direct shot, blew flames right at the group of orcs coming their way, singing their bodies immediately.

“That’s my plan!” Markus called. “Stay out of his way!”

With Simon helping, Markus broke into a sprint for the border. He had to find Lustra.

 

“A dragon?”

Things had really taken a turn for the worst on the battlefield. Since when did the Lurians have a dragon on their side.

Lustra screamed. “No, no, no!”

She watched in horror as the dragon’s fiery breath killed her Army, two, three at a time. The orcs weren’t fighting anymore. Now, they were only running for their lives.

“That dragon has to go,” Lustra said. Then she started for the battlefield.

“Not so fast, Lustra.”

She stopped in her tracks. A familiar face greeted her. She gritted her teeth, and readied her hands. “Markus.”

“We meet again, Lustra,” he said. “Never thought this day would come.”

“You should have known, Markus. You can’t defeat me.”

“I defeated you once, Lustra, and I will defeat you again.”

She laughed. “Not today.” She waved her hands, but nothing happened.

“What?”

Markus smiled. “My sword protects me from you, Lustra. You should know that. Who is this little guy you have here.”

“He’s mine. His name is Moti, and if he knows what’s good for him and an his family, he won’t turn his back on me.”

Markus narrowed his eyes. “Moti doesn’t look so willing, Lustra.”

“He is, Markus. Very willing.”

Moti shivered.

Markus took a step for Lustra, and she backed away. She had no powers over him with that sword. She had no Army. She couldn’t defeat Markus.

“Lustra,” Markus said, charging toward her, sword out. “Go to Hell!”

She turned to run, but felt a tug on her hair. Moti.

It threw her off balance, and she fell to the ground. Scurrying was in vain. Markus was over her, and the last thing she saw was the sword, coming right for her neck.

 

Markus looked at Lustra’s lifeless body. The souls billowed from the cut on her neck, and were finally free from her.

He sighed, then looked at the little elf. “Moti, thank you.”

Moti was shaking. “I couldn’t let her get away, sir. I want to see my family. I am so worried.”

Markus smiled. “And I am sure they are worried about you. They will be proud to hear of what you did. You’re a hero.”

Moti looked surprised. “I’m a hero?”

“You are. Very much so. I am indebted to you, Moti. For as long as I shall live.”

Moti nodded, and gave a sheepish smile. Markus saw that he was still trembling. “So, is it over, sir?”

Markus looked back at Lustra, then he looked at Sevimar’s body, as well. Both were dead.  So Markus sighed, looking back down at the battlefield. The Lurians had defeated Lustra’s Army with the help of Simon. So he smiled, and realized all was good.

“Yes, Moti. It’s all over.”

 

A/N: Hope you liked this! I have another entry to RAB Bradbury's contest called "Hot Coffee and Rainy Mondays." Hope you can check it out if you haven't already :D


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