Page 69 of Defying the Relic Hunter

Asmoday’s puppet smiled. “The Bjarke warriors have the Coletti surrounded. They cannot save you.”

My stomach clenched in horror.“Granny?”

“He lies,”she responded in my head.

“I think you overestimate the Bjarke warrior’s abilities.”

An explosion rocked the area and flaming green energy balls lit up the encroaching darkness. Screams echoed around the mesas.

Asmoday laughed. “Your mate and the others are outnumbered and will soon be dead.”

“You should be more concerned about what’s going to happen to you. You’ve been a very bad boy.”

“You’re not strong enough to take me,” Asmoday sneered. “If Adan makes an appearance, I will send him straight to the Ninth hell.”

Shadows twisted, contorted and rippled.

“The only one going to hell is you,” I announced, absolutely, positively sure that at any second now all hell would break loose. When nothing happened, I looked around in disbelief. Aw, c’mon.

The shadows frolicked gleefully behind the little troll.

“Ha. Ha. You guys are a riot,” I muttered under my breath.

Asmoday kept getting closer and closer and the spirits still hadn’t pounced. I bet the second I stepped out of the circle they would be all over me; trying to drown me, zapping me with lightning and blowing me into the next county.

A smirk on his ugly face, Asmoday strutted toward me like a little banty rooster. “I’m gonna fuck you till you bleed.”

“No, you won’t,” I snarled, shifting into a combat stance; I pulled out the knife Ethan had given me and pointed it at him. “Touch me and you’ll be dickless.”

The bastard started laughing.

Hundreds of skeletal limbs suddenly tore through the ground and wrapped bony fingers around his legs. Asmoday’s laughter turned into squeals of terror as he was dragged down into the shattered earth.

About friggin’ time. I shoved the knife back in its sheath.

Hundreds of disembodied skulls flew out of the boiling black clouds and tore at Asmoday’s borrowed body.

I flinched as his hot blood splattered over my face.

The puppet’s agonized screams mixed with the Aztec warrior’s banshee like shrieks.

The shield sparked brightly as the vengeful wraiths tried to cross my circle.

Granny urgent voice cried,“Use the mirrors now.”

I quickly pulled the mirrors off the table propped one against my back and held the other in front of me.

Shrill keening wails broke from the spirits as the mirrors reflected their ghastly images back at them.

It was working!

Red coils of lightning danced wildly across the sky and slammed into my shields.

“The prayer,”Granny urged.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I prayed, “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters.”

The Aztec’s furious howls grew in volume.

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