Page 150 of Alastair
If we were anyone else, Lucifer would’ve defeated us easily. But the curse in our blood counteracted with his own abilities. His powers weren’t as potent. Same for us and our sins against him. It was why I couldn’t unleash Pride’s full potential on him and persuade him to do whatever I wanted.
“Keep going,”I told my brothers.“Allow your sins to guide you. We need to trigger the synchronization.”
Maybe it was partly due to the power of the black moon, but I felt stronger. Physically but mentally too. That strength then flowed into Pride. I sensed him reaching out to the other sins. Like they were his brothers too—his family.
Our movements quickened. Galen attacked, then Raiden. Kallias and Castor dove in together before Daman leapt high in the air and brought his falx sword down, the curved tip grazing Lucifer’s throat but not breaking his skin. Gray kept his small body low as he sprung forward and quickly slashed before darting away.
Bellamy wielded dual blades, slashing with one and blocking Light Bringer’s attack with the other. His sword creaked as it locked with Lucifer’s, as though the blade was on the verge of snapping. “Motherfucker!” He shoved against Lucifer before leaping back to put distance between them.
Light Bringer then dug into Galen’s bicep. My brother roared and went even more ballistic, his fists blurring as he punched Lucifer at an inhuman speed. Castor and Daman attacked from above, and Lucifer used his powers to throw them aside.
Daman smacked into a tree and slid to the snow with a pained grunt.
“Daman!” Warrin yelled from behind us but was held back by Lev.
Daman got to his feet, keeping his eyes away from his mate. I felt how much that hurt him, way more than being slammed into the tree had. But if he looked at Warrin, he’d become distracted.
“And here I believed pesky felines always landed on their feet,” Lucifer said, head cocked in interest. “Though, I suppose you’re more wolf than kitten, Dacian.”
“Whatever you want to call me, I’m still prettier than you.” Daman readied his sword as his green eyes darkened a shade. His voice had deepened too, a sign Envy had taken him over.
As my brothers and I began to sync—joining our minds and fighting as one force—something happened. Our strength increased while Lucifer’s diminished. His telekinesis became less effective too. When he tried to send Gray flying away from him, he only managed to cause him to stumble back a few steps.
We were weakening him.
Just as I knew we would.
“Strike him now!” I yelled above the noise. Warriors battled behind us, angels against fallen angels. Nephilim, vampires, wolves, and demons clashing. More bodies piled up, the cold air doing little to mask the stench of death.
Bellamy sliced with his twin blades, cutting both of Lucifer’s sides at once.
Two lines of blood beaded on Lucifer’s skin. That first draw of blood told me it was time.
“Clara!” I shouted. She stood away from the cluster of battle where she’d set up an altar for the spell. “Do it now!”
“Do what?” Lucifer spat. He had seen Night Fall in his vision, but he didn’t know the details of how we needed to use it.
“And ruin the surprise?” I swung at him, and even though he tried to dodge, I caught him on his forearm, drawing a bit more blood. “Just know it’ll be one hell of a finale.”
Castor stabbed him in the small of his back, the golden dagger digging in to the hilt. Lucifer gasped before striking at him. Light Bringer cut across Castor’s chest.
Kyo screamed from nearby. “Castor!”
“It’s… all good, little… dragon.” Castor placed a hand over his chest, and blood seeped through the cracks of his fingers. The injury wasn’t imminently fatal, but the sword had cut deep. If he didn’t get medical aid soon, he’d bleed out. “Just… a scratch.”
Raiden caught him as he slumped over. “I’ve got you.”
“Thanks, Ray.” Castor gritted his teeth, tapping into every ounce of strength he had left to stay standing. “We gotta keep fighting.”
Gray stabbed Lucifer in the stomach. Kallias pierced his rib cage. Daman struck from the front, cutting across Lucifer’s abdomen. The weapons broke his skin just like they’d done in Transylvania. But this time, he wouldn’t heal and walk away from the fight.
None of us would walk away from it.
Clara’s chanting reached my ears. She spoke the words that would bind us to Night Fall. We had minutes left at most. I tightened my grip on the sword and clashed with Lucifer as my brothers each took turns stabbing him—pinning him in place.
“Alastair?” Kallias said with a rasp, swaying a bit. His eyes glazed over, and he lost the grip on his sword. “I feel… strange.”
Something broke in my chest, then. “It’s okay, brother.”
