She thrust up a shield around her and Constantine, preventing me and Alena from interfering.
And then the shocks kept on coming as she started siphoning black magic out ofhim.
“When I did this to Saryan, he could barely move. You will fare far worse, considering how much runs through your veins,” she told him.
“Mom! Stop! You can’t do this! It will destroy you!”
“It’s the only way,” Abigail responded simply, not making eye contact. “Get clear.Exemplarmembers will escort you to the compound until the battle at Electi Academy is won.”
“Battle at the Academy?” I asked. “What? Shit, Ore and X.”
“They are well. El and Saryan are with them now too,” Abigail told us. “Now, go. I need you safe.”
“And I needyousafe,” Alena argued.
Constantine went to slash Abigail, but her white power flamed and stopped him mid-strike, keeping him suspended there helpless and forced to endure the brutal rapid-fire siphoning.
In moments, his eyes glazed over and then he lost consciousness.
Abigail released him and tossed him a few feet away, outside her shield.
She snatched the Orb up, holding it tightly, then she threw her other palm out and we watched in horror as black streams of magic started inching toward it, until they were all over, coming from every which way, and driving into her palm, being absorbed by her.
So much black magic.
From everywhere, it seemed.
She pulled on some of it and enveloped the Orb with it.
It began to shudder violently, then spin out of control.
With a grunt, she gave it more, and then it shattered and she devoured the pieces with swirling wisps of blackness, until they were all swallowed up like they’d never been.
“It’s no longer a threat,” she told us.
An eruption of crimson smoke pulled our attention toward Constantine a moment before Lenora Hart materialized. In a blink, she hissed at us, then grabbed Constantine and spirited him away via teleportation before any of us could do a fucking thing to stop her.
As if that wasn’t enough, indigo flames filled the area next and Elliot Sabre materialized, rushing toward Abigail.
“Stop this, Abi!” he cried. “Please! There’s another way.”
“There isn’t.”
“Then I’ll find a way!” he yelled. “Okay? I’ll find a fucking way!” he roared, completely distraught and irate at the same time. He looked over at us and Alena who now had tears streaming down her face and was slumped against me. “You’re really going to do this? Right in front of your daughter?”
“Get her out of here.”
“Let go of the black magic.”
“No!” she bellowed, her voice distorted, her eyes blackening too.
“My God, Abi! Cease this madness!”
But it all fell on deaf ears.
She was determined.
And it was beyond fucking tragic.