Page 59 of Demon Sworn
But I’m not throwing anything just now. My love is too close.
“Let’s play baseball, bitches.” Akor grins maliciously beside me as he tosses his bedazzled grenade up and down in the air like a baseball. Still smiling, he pulls the pin and throws it in the air one last time before using his bazooka as a bat to hit it into the throng of demons preparing to attack, their wings extended, claws out, and eyes emanating banked fire from Hell. They lift their wings to shield themselves, and it explodes on the bleachers, sawdust and woodchips spraying out like a fountain.
Raz is quick on the draw, and as the demons try to scatter, my leader tosses up a huge, imaginary light that shines down into the room. Soft clouds suddenly surround us, and a deep male voice rolls though the gym, imitating God.
“Arariel, I’m disappointed.”
I grin as she screeches. There’s nothing a scorn demon hates more than being a disappointment.
“I pity you, my child.”
A blackout wave of fury blasts from Wallim’s claws, but Van’s arm shoots out. “How do you like angry sex, Wallim?”
A dildo forms out of one of the long shards of wood from the bleachers and goes soaring towards Wallim.
My murder’s got this.
I swoop forward, towards Katrina, as around me, I hear my team start to engage the others, the roars of demons reminiscent of home, of the battles with Heaven throughout the years, the cries of war. It might be disorienting to others, but to me, these sounds are a comforting cacophony, like a lullaby.
I’m going to sing these fuckers to sleep. Forever.
Demons can’t die without their Center. Not normally, but Lucillania has a soft spot for our Center…and I think she’ll make an exception. However, that doesn’t mean I’ll let them go easily. I’ll bloody these fuckers up and let Akor play with them before we bring them to her.
I smile at that thought as I barrel towards Arariel. When our weapons hit, a jolt of lightning sizzles up from them, the blue blast scarring the ceiling an unsightly burnt black.
Arariel only chuckles as Katrina shrieks and tries to pull out of the demon woman’s one-handed grip.
I want to shout at the bitch to let my mate go, but I can’t. Nothing but a stupid fucking roar comes out of my tongueless mouth, which is fitting, because the rage pulsing through my chest is the most animalistic I’ve ever felt in all my centuries of existence.
A glass storm starts bubbling up underneath my feet, but I ignore it. If I’m going to be flayed by liquid glass, I’m going to free my Katrina first. I have a feeling I won’t though…because with a nightmare and an illusion demon on Arariel’s side, I can’t trust almost anything I’m about to see.
Katrina shrieks in fear as hot glass, orange and molten, slides up my legs, the reverse of rain drops. But I don’t feel a damn thing, mainly because I know it’s nothing but an illusion. Instead, I shove out a hand and send a blast of vengeance sideways, towards the other fucks in here. I know at least Dajiel and Tatrys are to my left, hovering on the bleachers somewhere just past the half-court line, so I try to aim the blast at them.
I hear a yelp, and the glass around me dissolves like mist.
I take a single step closer to Arariel, letting her read the fury in my eyes. Then I swing my mace at her head, knowing exactly what her next move will be, because she’s a scorn demon.
They always overestimate their own cleverness.
Arariel shoves Katrina into the space she just occupied, prepared to watch me crush my own mate.
But I just rip through the realm again and drop my weapon into the abyss, using my hand to snatch Katrina away from the bitch.
Of course, that leaves me weaponless. I knew it would.
But as Arariel’s sword slices into my side, and I let her as I turn to block the blade from hitting Katrina, I can’t help but think, it’s worth it. Worth it to hold my girl one last time.
“NO!” Katrina’s shout rings out with an echo as she realizes what’s happening.
BAM.
I’m thrown backwards. I hurtle through the air all the way across the gym, and my wings and back smash into the far wall.
I blink, uncertain what just happened. Whose magic did that? It doesn’t feel like Akor’s pain, it was too solid for Raz’s nightmares…
The other members of my murder are also plastered up against the walls. Fortunately, so are the other assholes, one of whom looks like he’s bleeding out of his ass.
Good. I hope Van fucked him with a splintered piece of bleacher.
