Page 110 of Fallen Heirs

They tore open under the brutal impact and the force he’d used and I careened right through the quad and smacked into the wall beside the main entrance, taking a chunk out of it in the process.

Grunting, I pushed off the ruined wall, choking up a mouthful of blood.

“You’ve signed your death sentence,” he snarled, striding toward me, fury emanating from every part of him. “You thinkI’d allow a youngling to best me? To be my downfall? I’ve survived for centuries! I’ve defeated all those who’ve stood in my way! I’m not about to let Saryan’s prodigal son usurp me!”

“Seems like it’s already done. You’ve lost many of your followers, your potential recruits. They’re loyal to me, not you. I’m creating the new world order that you couldn’t, that you’ve failed to time and time again because of your greed and obsession with power, your inability to care for anyone or anything.That’syour weakness.” I smirked at him. “Well, one of them.”

As I’d predicted, my words further enraged him, and he came at me in a burst of emotion, rather than rational thought or a plan of attack.

He fisted his hands in my blazer and slammed me back against the ruined wall.

And then he attempted to do what all vampires did when they were enraged—he went in for the bite.

I gritted my teeth as his fangs tore into my throat.

I only had to endure the searing pain for a few moments before what I’d known was coming happened, and he jerked back, staggering from me and choking.

I smiled as I watched him spit out my blood.

“What the… you poisoned your blood?” he rasped, sinking to his knees.

He might have been able to spit some of it out, but he’d drawn so quickly to make it as painful as possible for me that he’d already ingested some of it.

“I drank a full bottle of holy water on my way here. We’re a match magically, but with you knowing that, I figured you’d use your vampire side to my disadvantage. So I took precautions.”

I called my magic and ran my fingers over the wound, healing the damage he’d done.

Then I approached him, both palms flaming with my purple fire, as he reeled there on his knees, choking and spluttering, while clutching his throat as the holy water burned him from the inside out.

“This… can’t… kill me.”

“No, your sorcerer side will spare you from that fate. Hurts like a bitch, though, doesn’t it? Nothing less than you deserve.”

He glared out at me, trying to call his power, but failing in his current state, his fingers twitching with the need.

“Speaking of what you deserve, let’s see to that, shall we?” I fired a bolt of my magic at him, striking him in the gut. It blew him onto his back. “Any last words?”

He went to raise one of his hands, his magic glowing barely, intending to strike me, but I twisted my hand, breaking his fingers magically. His scream rolled through me like the sweetest music after everything he’d done, all the damage and pain he’d brought to us all.

Then I gathered my power, turning my palms up, until my flames morphed to sparks of lightning. It rose and rose, gathering in a fury, and then I fired the full force of it at Constantine.

He screamed and writhed on the ground, his limbs twisting against the torment.

I stepped closer, delivering a more concentrated burst, ripping into him with magical electrocution that had his whole body convulsing as he shrieked out into the night.

Pained and helpless.

Just like he’d made us feel.

It was more than mere vengeance.

It was justice.

It was what needed to be done.

The world would only be safe with him fucking dead!

It wouldn’t be long now.

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