Page 49 of Eternal Sacrifice
But I tensed at the thought of this advanced power being wielded against her. Maybe it would have been safer to let her go.
Jace moved faster than my eyes could track, racing beside Jax to wrap his hand around Mor’s throat. I felt the pulse of power blast through the room as he activated the spell.
Mor mouth the word, “hello.” No sound came from her, which generally happens when you put someone through a silencing spell. She opened her mouth to scream and filled the room with more silence. After a lung-emptying yell, she doubled over with mime-like laughter. Next, she pointed to her head and closed her eyes.
I looked around, noticing everyone waiting.
Mor’s eyes popped open, widening as she looked panicked toward Jace.
“Pull the power back into the rune,” Justice guided Jace.
Jace put his hand around Mor’s throat. She bared her neck to his grasp, and I could see the power transferring from her back into him through tiny shimmering waves. Her throat sounded when she breathed deeply, and instant relief washed through me.
“Thank Hell I didn’t kill one of the Kings,” Aggie breathed, as if she had been holding her breath the entire time.
A chime started, and I grabbed my phone from my pocket. Ryan was calling. I looked over at Aggie, smiling in a way that told her she wouldn’t like what I was about to say.
“Ready to do that a few more times?”
Morrigan
Ryanandtherestof the pack accepted enhanced runes. None of them could hold back their screams during the application, but thankfully, it seemed short-lived.
Without any ill effects, other than the process, Jasper went to the sins to announce the changes to be made to the hunt.
Demon packs could hunt solo or with other groups. The points are awarded to the individual demons involved and split equally. Points are no longer reset, as they can be redeemed for new enhanced spells made with fragments. All enhanced spells were subject to availability, so any fractures found throughout the realms could be brought to spell weavers for additional hunt point bonuses.
Jasper addressed all of Hell, informing them of the changes and offering Ryan, Springfield, and Zeb as achievable displays of the new powers.
It went well, mostly.
We forgot to factor in the fact that there were demons not hunting that became interested now that there was something to gain. The competition started fiercely, and all the lowest point files were eliminated within a week. There were still plenty of powerful ancient spirits for the packs to tackle, but once they started to redeem their points for spells, even those ghosts wouldn’t stand for long.
“What happens if we run out of ghost junk to clean?” I asked, turning toward Jasper.
He was sitting in the corner of Lucifer’s office, our newly designated war room. He held a knife in one hand with a small piece of wood in the other. He answered me without lifting his head. “Then we can set up a lottery system for those that want to continue hunting. Others can go back to demon business.”
“It just seems too easy,” I sighed. I sat in the throne-like chair behind Lucifer’s desk. Jax, Justice, and Jace tended to some kind of Hell business. They said it was a surprise for Jasper, but I felt they were just using that to keep me from asking Jasper what they were doing.
My nails clicked against the smooth top of the table, and my eyes wandered toward the compartment. The Book of Knowledge sat inside, and something inside me screamed out that all my questions would be answered if only I looked deeper. It was like a clawing sensation in my mind, guiding my thoughts back to it time and time again.
I heard a click and realized my finger was resting against the drawer, unlocking it as it recognized my presence. The compartment slid open, teasing me with a view of the book inside. I could hear the whispers chanting in my mind like the tribal beating of a drum, and all else faded away. My hand reached out to grab the book, feeling a jolt of clarity as we reconnected.
Everything else around me faded away as I pulled the book up to the table and opened its worn pages. The hovering, shimmering, golden marks were the cause of the whispering. The patterns were the words, the sound inseparable from the symbol. Despite looking like fanciful living lines, the voices whispered out the translation.
The first page was like any other book, displaying the technical facts of the following contents. The knowledge spoken in gold differed from the angelic, blood-inked spells and runes on the page. One depicted the information inside the pages, while the other was written on top.
I could understand both sets.
The blood-inked spells were written in Enochian, the language of the angels, but Lilith didn’t have angelic blood. I wanted to know what angel had given its blood and knowledge to a demon. But whoever it was, hadn’t left their name on the first page, only a title.Tumbling in Trouble.
Or something similar. It was a piece of me that Lucifer’s power unlocked that allowed me to read Enochian, and there was plenty of room for error.
I flipped the page.
The angelic blood formed crude lines made from jerky rather than smooth motions. The translation was just as rough.
“Spell for repair excretions,” I mumbled, trying to translate. I let the words bound around in my mind, hoping they would tumble enough to polish into something understandable.
