Page 33 of Demon's Prey
Chan spoke as if there were an actual audience listening to him, “Commence the battle of Chan Pitt!”
Before he had a chance to even move, Kurse rushed the pointed club hard down upon Chan’s skull, penetrating him like a needle moving through an apple. Chan gasped, dropping his sword to the charcoal below.
Blood dripped down his face in waterfall streams. The look of shock was permanently etched onto his face as he stumbled backward into his throne, dying with a club lodged into his head.
Linda screamed just as Kurse struck. She had probably never seen anything so violent in her life. Kurse held his hand out to her.
“Come, Linda, we must get back to your family.”
“YOU KILLED HIM! LIKE IT WAS NOTHING!”
Kurse leapt at her, grabbing her by the waist. Like Faith, she felt like a brush of wind on his shoulder as he carried her forward. She complained loudly, screeching into his ear and bashing her fists against his back.
Clearly, there was something wrong with their sex life if Linda would rather stay in hell than return to her husband.
Kurse returned to the clearing where he had exited from the mirror. Once again, he summoned it, then pushed himself through, like jumping into a swimming pool. It wasn’t anything to him, but for the average human, it may have felt like your brain was put into a blender.
They shot back through the mirror, landing on top of one another in the bathtub. Linda was straddling Kurse when Faith and her father ran in.
“Linda!” Her father screamed.
“Um, hi Charles.” Linda smiled shyly as she lay on top of Kurse, still sporting her newly crafted bikini. Faith covered her mouth in an attempt not to laugh.
“Get off him!” Her father grabbed her mother and yanked her off of Kurse, who was lying in the bathtub with his hands raised. He rushed her to his side and covered her in a towel.
“What are you doing? What are you wearing?”
Linda looked bashful, her voice low as she responded to her husband, “it was just something new I was trying out…”
Kurse climbed out of the tub, exchanging looks with Faith. Faith guided her parents into the living room, then offered them tea or coffee.
“What we want is an explanation!” Her father bellowed.
Faith’s mother appeared to still be in dreamland. Kurse watched her eyes blink heavily, probably still imagining Chan’s rippling abs. Despite her father’s rage, Kurse noticed that Faith wasn’t taking his concern too seriously.
“Kurse already told you, it was an accident! He was trying to protect us.”
“Well, his protection is obviously useless!” Charles scowled at Kurse. Kurse dropped his head, feeling the man’s words cut like knives.
Faith tried to wave it off. “At least nothing happened to her. She looks fine!”
Charles looked at Linda. Linda looked at Charles. She smiled. “Yeah, maybe it wasn’t that bad…you always said you wanted to go somewhere warm for vacation.”
Charles grunted, then shot himself upward. “I’m going to find some clothing for your mother. Put a pot of tea on and be useful.”
He directed his last comment toward Kurse and stormed out of the room.
While her mother sat dazed on the couch, Faith pulled Kurse into the kitchen.
“What happened there?” She asked, smiling.
Kurse rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Your mother seemed to like hell a lot more than I had anticipated.”
Faith giggled, then fell into Kurse’s arms. She felt great there. But there was something uneasy moving around in his gut. It was a feeling of guilt and sadness. He once again thought about the sensation of being lovesick.
“Are you okay?” Faith asked, looking up at him.
Kurse tried to smile. “I’m fine. Just a little disorienting being there and back here so fast.”
