Page 11 of Swamp Kings 1

He reached out with his right hand and their palms collided with such power that Kult’s breath got punched from his lungs. He held on tight to Seer’s hand and gaze as power pirouetted through blood and bones, holding him down while it ransacked his soul. It threw open trap doors beyond every wicked crack and evil crevice and didn't stop until it found the darkest hell inside him. Fetch and Fathom’s powers entered him, riding alongside the man’s, strengthening Kult’s legs and spine while the wicked things in his soul were forced to swallow this... debilitatinglight. This manbrutallyraped the darkness with it. The exact way the darkness hadbrutallyraped him.

Fin’s eyes were before him now, hard, merciless, and unforgiving. “This part is finished,” he whispered, as bright blotches bled into Kult’s gaze before exploding into a blinding light.

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All eyes had turned to watch Seer shake the man’s hand. It was a sight to see as an observer, but Spar realized something extra special was happening the moment the Kult dude’s breath exploded from his lungs. The man stood with his eyes so wide on Seers who ended up using both hands to hold him. Whatever was happening had those three giant triplets flanking the dude like a second skin. They intently stared at the Seer’s face but didn’t interfere, like they knew something.

Spar’s muscles were locked up with whatever they knew, whatever was happening and the second both men in the handshake collapsed, Spar lunged for Seer along with the one called Kaphas, catching him. The three triplets formed a bed with their arms, holding the other man who still had the baby in that body wrap. They eyed each other and whispered strange words that made Spar’s skin tingle. He suddenly had the oddest feeling that they were three angels. Standing by and guarding. Protecting.

“What happened!” Bishop shoved through the bodies, hurrying to them as they eased Seer to the ground.

“He touched that dude,” Spar said, winded by whatever had actually occurred.

Bishop’s hands shook as he held Seer’s head and tapped his face before shooting a glare to the triplets. “What’s wrong with him!”

“He’s healing,” one of them said calmly.

“From what?”

“From the power that used his body,” the Kaphas dude said, kneeling next to him. “This power... it healed our brother,” he told Bishop.

“Healed?” Bishop gasped, looking at the freaky golden gaze before pulling Samuel’s head to his chest. “Christ,” he croaked, breathless as he closed his eyes. “He’s okay. He’s okay.” He aimed his dark eyes at Spar and the terror in them hit right in the chest. “Help me bring him to the Basilique, brother.”

“I can help,” Kaphas urged, getting Bishop’s nod as they lifted him.

“Oh my gawd, what happened to him?”

Fucking Wanda.

“He healed my brother,” Kaphas said, a mix of awe and curiosity coloring his tone.

“Who’s his brother?” she called as they went.

“Nobody you know,” Spar answered, still pissed from her earlier bullshit move. For once she’d shown signs of humanity only for him to learn it was linked to a paid job. With Juliette.For me to know and you to find out, had been her childish answer.

They made their way to Seer’s little house at the rear of the Basilique as a sobbing Cherie came flying across the yard toward him.

“What happened, oh my God!”

“He’s fine, he just passed out,” Bishop hurried.

“He healed my brother,” Kaphas said. “He has very unusual powers.”

“He has God,” Cherie said, running ahead and opening the door for them.

“God,” Kaphas mused, like the term was new to him as they hurried him to their private quarters and laid him on the bed. “Which one?”

She pet his face and kissed his forehead.

“The Christian God,” Bishop said, straightening and eyeing him before holding his hand out to shake it.

The man regarded it. “Do you have power?” he asked with curious eagerness.

“No, I just wanted to thank you for your help.”

“With your hand.”

Bishop’s gaze briefly met Spars before he said, “It’s normally what handshakes are for, yes.”

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