Page 149 of The Book Reader
“A fuckable one from the looks of it,” a tall daemon with a black face and red markings stands. His voice sounds like he has swallowed a cactus, gravelly but not in a good way. He shimmers into view in front of me, looks down, and licks his lips.
“Hello,” I say, and then giggle, making him growl.
“Watch the gate, brothers, I am going to take this little beaut’ by the barns,” he reaches for me, but I step back fast and smile.
“You don’t touch,” I say, tilting my head to the side.
“Oh, little one, you don’t tell me what to do,” he says, reaching for me again. This time, I let him wrap his hand around my neck; he squeezes it tight, trying to cut off my air, but he isn’t strong enough. Not to me.
A slow, evil smile crosses my lips as I lift my hand and place it on his chest; he grins and looks down at it.
“I am the Book Reader. You don’t touchever.” As gold starts to glow from behind my hand, his face snaps up; his mouth gapes open in horror. He tries to let me go, to run away. But he must pay for touching me. He will be free from my hold when he is dust in the air.
He screams out and starts to shake. I push my powers into him; my connection to the book means the power from it flows through me, and I don’t have to say a word.
My will is what it answers to.
My will is the source of my power.
And I want his insides to boil.
The light grows brighter, my eyes glowing a bright gold that lights up his whole body. His eyes bug out, he opens his mouth to speak, but a river of blood and guts pours from his lips, and I can hear it gargle in his lungs.
I giggle, then step back and watch as he bursts into dust. It sprays over and above me, laughing. I skip around in it like it is raining on a warm day; I only stop when it starts to settle around my feet.
The other daemons all stand, fisting their hands. I watch as each one’s chest heaves with their anger. We don’t really have time to play as much as I wish to. Next time, when we come, we are going to kill them all with our bare hands. I love how squishy blood and guts feel in my fingers.
I crouch down, jump up high into the air, and wings appear on my back, helping to hold me in place. I look down at the daemons; all their mouths are open in shock. I’m guessing they have never seen a daemon that looks like me. That thought makes me so happy.
Stupid males.
Growling low, I then crash-land onto the floor hard, making the ground break open. Lava fills the gaps and seeps over the edges, turning to gold and running through the cracks to wrap around each of daemon, holding them in place. I could use my powers to kill them. But that would be no fun at all. I take a dagger from my waist and walk over to the first daemon. He studies me.
“Who the fuck are you?” he hisses at me, struggling in my hold. I smile.
“Your worst nightmare,” I growl back as I stab the dagger into his neck repeatedly, and blood sprays out, hitting me in the face. Usually, just stabbing a daemon would not kill them. Still, I add some of my powers to each hit, making it deadly to him. His blood fills his mouth just before it starts to spill out and rundown his chin; his eyes plead with me for a second before he slumps forward, dead.
I turn to the others and giggle when they all start to scream out and thrash in the gold aura that holds them.
“Lexus, be quick, we don’t want Macy to hear us,”I hear Ari in my head. I wanted to enjoy this, but I also know that I need to hurry; my mate isn’t doing too well right now.
I turn to them. “You are lucky, this is quick now.” I pull out the other dagger and throw them both into the air and watch as they weave between each daemon, slicing through their throats, blood spraying out of them, cutting off their screams before cutting off their lives.
I tilt my head to the side, taking in the view of all the dead bodies, heads hanging to the side at odd angles, their limbs limp but being held up, still wrapped in gold. It almost looks like art.
Smiling, I step back a bit to the side, letting Ari come forward, but I am still here, standing next to her. Both of us just stand for a moment, looking at the dead daemon before it all turns to dust.
A howl in the distance cuts into the air before Rex comes running back toward us, his mouth full of hands. Lexus giggles, and I shake my head. “There must have been more daemons than these,” I say as I look over the grounds in front of us. Rex wouldn’t leave anyone alive. But I am still checking.
Lexus walks over to him and pats his head; Rex nuzzles her hand, then swallows down the rest of the hands in one gulp.
“Do you think she heard you?” I turn my head to Lexus, and she shakes her head. “Nope,” she pops the “p” and then turns, starting to skip toward the palace door. I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up my throat.
My other self comes across as innocent and young, but she is far from it, and it sometimes scares me.
My hands lift, and the daggers come flying back through the air. I grab them, wipe the blood off on my pants, place them back in the holder, and follow Lexus.
The vast black front door is closed. I lift my hands and push them forward, my magic comes out, hitting the door with invisible force and pushing it open. Lexus turns and grins at me before she enters and disappears to look around. She will be unseen and able to check out the place to make sure it is safe for us.
