Page 109 of Unbinding the Demon
My heart constricted with fear and dread as the last few words of the spell left my lips. “Azathoth...” I called out gently, then rushed around the table, falling to my knees beside his unmoving body. “Azathoth, please, get up!” I cried and shook his veiny shoulder. “No, no, no, please, Azathoth! Please don’t die!”My voice choked with desperation and sorrow.
Fuck! He’s not breathing...
Panic settled deep within my bones. I rushed back over to the table, desperate to fix this. I slashed a deep gash across my palm, allowing rivulets of my blood to cascade down onto his sigil, then I slammed my hand down on it.“Work, dammit, work!” With passion and determination, I began chanting the spell once again. The eloquence of my words stabbed vehemently at the deathly silence, like some idiot plugging a dagger against a rock. I wanted him to be unbound and live more than anything I had ever wanted before. He had to fucking live!
Once again, I fully completed the spell, and once again,nothing happened. I glanced over, finding the crestfallen moon shedding its silver tears upon him, enwreathing his quiescent body in a coffin of celestial light. My tears blurred my vision as I dashed back over to my now lifeless lover. With trembling hands, I pushed the silky raven locks from the side of his face, revealing the black lines of venom which painted his solemn profile, and a very painful verity...He’s dead.
Shadows flickered upon the manuscript-lined walls, like lost ghosts dancing a grievous glissade. I found myself silently pleading a despondent prayer to the satanic gods that our love wasn’t destined to be so fleeting. But I knew I was too late. In my bereft soul, I knew my world had just been shattered, and those vicious shards cut deep into my heart because the demon I loved had just died.
I leaned down with trembling hands to grant myself one last kiss from my beloved. The frigid grip of death had not stolen the warmth from his soft lips, yet I cursed the bitter silence that fell upon them. My eyes squeezed shut, longing to hear his deep, silky voice and feel the warmth of his strong embrace. I entangled my fingers in his soft hair and wrapped my arms around him as I wept.
The sound of loud banging on the door and harrowing snarls crushed my spirit like the heaviest and coldest of burial stones. I wanted to scream and curse because I wasn’t going to be granted any time to grieve by his side. I placed a loving kiss on his horned head, then reached for my sword and dragged it out. The blade glimmered in the candlelight, and crimson blood streamed down my arm as I held it up to my face.
The reflection of my mournful soul peered back at me, and in that moment, I knew I would have to take Adelstein out myself. I was certain the corrupted wouldn’t kill me. They would take me to him so he could sacrifice me and break down the barrier.
Hatred filled my watery gaze as I glared over at the barricaded door. The bookcase jerked with every thunderous bang, causing it to scrape against the floor and books to fall from its shelves. I valorously rose to my feet and rushed over to the other blade. The door was finally shoved open enough to allow the corrupted to trickle out of the darkness and into the candlelight. I stared with loathing and valiantly held my blades up as the first sickly living corpse emerged and charged at me.
Bring it on, you fuckers.
Remembering my brief training, I lunged at the zombie, piercing its heart and turning it to ashes. I repeated the action with three more, then the entire bookcase toppled over with a thud, granting the entire swarm access. My hands trembled and my heart raced, but I stood my ground, bracing myself to take out as many as I could before they carried me off to that nitwitted, sanctimonious loon. Like a pack of rabid wolves, they all rushed toward me, ready to viciously attack... Then, with a blindingly bright flash and a crackle like thunder, they were all abruptly incinerated on the spot by a massive fireball?
I gripped my head in confusion and panic, thinking the whole place might be exploding.What the fuck!? Was that from the candle!? Is there a gas leak somewhere in here!?
Every hair on my body stood straight up as deep, demonic laughter bellowed through the room. I whipped around to find Azathoth’s large frame ominously arising like a maleficent flaming phoenix, burning everything around him to ashes. The blackened veins receded back to his shoulder until they disappeared completely, leaving only ghoulish artwork behind. Incandescent, fiery veins spread across and ignited his coal-black wings. Intense demonic power radiated off of him like waves of fury, making me feel as if I had just released a fiendish beast straight from the depths of Hell...Um, did I?
He looked like the paragon of evil as the flames in his eyes honed in on me with both acute wickedness and possessiveness. A diabolical grin stretched across his sinful lips, and my jaw hit the floor. I stared with wide, disbelieving eyes, feeling incredibly relieved that he was alive, but also, strangely intimidated.
“Well done, Buttercup.”
46. Evil Passions
With a belligerent roar, Azathoth lunged at me. I let out a blood-curdling scream as he swooped me up into his arms, laughing like a devilish fiend. His foot slammed down hard, cracking the floorboards and sending a shockwave around us. It boomed against the stone walls, making them shake, then crumble and fall. Flames poured from his wings as they flapped to propel us upward. He shielded me with his body as he burst through the ceiling and into the freezing night sky.
His diabolical laughter never ceased. He flew rapidly upward in a tight circle, creating a raging whirlwind. My hair whipped all around as we hovered in front of the whistling tempest. I held onto his neck with a twinge of fear and watched with bewildered eyes as a flaming sphere formed within his clawed hand.
He turned his head and grinned at me like a psychotic pyromaniac, casually tossing the sphere up once. “Check this out, love.” Like a delinquent child egging a house, he whipped the flames into the whirlwind, igniting the whole thing into a blazing column of fire. The scorching flames roared and crackled as they roasted the entire library to smoldering smithereens in a matter of seconds.
Great flaking flamingos! What have I done!?
I screamed again as he began to swiftly soar over the dark valley like a cackling madman. The full moon gleamed down upon the frosty mountains, making them glitter like the stars. Frigid air bit at my skin, while he dove toward the highest summit. He tucked my body into the safety of his embrace, protecting me as we crash-landed on the peak, rolling into a pile of frosty leaves and twigs.
“Oof!”
I flopped onto my back, while he placed his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. Our cloudy breath swirled around our faces as he loomed over me with the brightest, most excited grin imaginable. Overwhelming love glimmered in his infernal eyes as they swept over my bedraggled form. I looked back up at him with an exaggerated expression of complete shock.
With a charming yet devilish smirk and a deep growl, he burned away my stunned state by crashing his lips to mine in what very well could have been the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. A conflagration of fervor swept through my scorching soul and brought every cell in my body to life. Desirous flames ignited violently between my thighs. Sizzling hot sparks combusted all around us, both metaphorically and literally, from his ember-lit wings.
Holy smokes...
Tears of relief and love streamed down from the corners of my eyes, falling to the frozen forest floor. I was both overwhelmed by my ardent love for him and consumed by burning lust. It felt like my heart might burst from the intense emotion surging through it. He wrapped his muscular, tattooed arms around me, pulling me closer against his hard, fevered body. One of my hands wove itself through his hair, latching onto one of his horns, while the other gripped the now smooth skin of his left shoulder.
His tongue invaded my mouth with eagerness as I melted into his demonic embrace. Our lips pressed and moved together in a ravenous, unholy endeavor to be closer to one another. My hips arched up, and my knees curled against his sides, inviting the titillating heat of his hard cock to rest against my awakened center. He lightly nipped my lower lip with a dominating growl, then pulled away and began removing the sword holster from my waist.
I gazed up at him with teary eyes and brushed a lock of his long, wispy hair behind his ear. “I thought you had died,” I said breathlessly, with a soft, joyful sob.
The swords clanked as he discarded them without a care. His velvety lips ghosted back over mine, curving up into a smile. “I did,” his deep voice murmured, with his hot breath fanning my cheek. “But my power lies within my soul. When you unbound it, it gave me the strength to return to my body and heal.” His hot, wet tongue sensually licked along the shell of my ear, then he reached for my injured hand.
I watched in awe as a tingling electric sensation flowed out from his palm and into mine, rapidly healing the large cut. Within a few seconds, the flesh had completely stitched itself back together. He then brought my bloody palm up to his mouth. Warmth flooded my stomach as he placed a tender, lingering kiss on it. A deep, sensual purr vibrated in his chest as he began licking away the glistening scarlet nectar. His lips erotically sucked each bloody finger into his mouth. The silky surface of his tongue leisurely lapped up the crimson trails along my wrist and what was left on my hand until he’d gotten every last drop.
