Chapter Thirty Seven

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37. The hunt demon trembled on his knees before one of Lucifer’s sons. Of Hell’s princes Sable was the most dangerous, and the last one you wanted to cross. He’d inherited more of his father than the others, and he could smile as soon as kill you. The hunt demon didn’t know any demon who’d ever seen Sable smile, and he suspected that those that had seen the prince smile didn’t live to tell about it. “The Psy, my lord, Nespan is using the captured Psy to drain energy from humans.” “You are not telling me anything I didn’t know demon.” Sable’s voice made the hunt demon break out in a fresh wave of shivering. There was a promise of pain and torture in the prince’s voice. “Wait my lord.” The demon held up his hands in supplication. “I will tell you all of it, just let me get my head straight.” “Continue.” Sable crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall in a deceptively nonchalant stance. “The energy the Psy have drained from the humans has been converted into some from of elixir – I’m not sure of all the facts, my lord, I’m telling you what I’ve heard from demons closer to Nespan.” The demon spoke in a rush hoping to placate Sable with the information. “The word is he plans on drinking the elixir before challenging the great lord. He believes it will give him immense power.” “Enough power to take the throne from my father?” Sable couldn’t hide the disbelief in his voice. “That is what the demons are saying my lord. He only needs a little more to have enough to challenge the dark lord.” “How many demons are in this fortress.” Sable asked. “Fifty my lord. Scattered through the place.” “And the Psy Raven?” The hunt demon shuddered. “She is insane my lord, I’ve seen twisted, she tops them all. She has rooms on the upper floor and tortures demons for fun.” Sable nodded absorbing the information. “Very well, up have been useful. I’m sure my father will appreciate it.” Sable shot his hand forward pushing smoke down the demons throat to send the creature back to hell. Sable ignored the demons screams and pleas. Sable had no pity for hell’s spawn, they’d never had any on him. The demon had chosen a loosing side, and those that fought on the loosing side – well – lost. Though he didn’t envy the demon its audience with Lucifer. Sable pushed the door open so the others could step through. “Did you hear that?” “Yeah.” Kyle twisted his mouth in disgust. “Looks like we are going to have to take out the trash.” “Well lets get moving then.” Marcus set off down the passage. Marcus took point leading them through the winding passages of the fortress. The place was a dump, the stone walls damn and musty. “Why do the bad guys always stay in shit holes?” He muttered under his breath as they reached a corner. Marcus could hear the sound of booted feet. One set of footsteps, it must be a guard. He held up a hand to stop the others, listening as the feet came closer. The demon wasn’t paying attention, he stepped past the corner and was down on the floor and pinned by Marcus before he could utter a word. Sable stepped forward and used his smoke to turn the demon into a decomposing pile of goo. “That sends them back to hell?” Kyle asked, suppressing a shudder at the smell. “Yes, it robs them of their body and their souls are sent back to my fathers domain. Since they come in bodiless and he can sense they are demons they garner his instant interest.” Sable spoke then laughed darkly. “Remind me not to piss you off.” Marcus frowned then smiled. “Oh wait – I’m not a demon.” “I still wouldn’t piss him off.” Cyan spoke. “He’s got some pretty scary powers.” Cyan moved past Marcus to look around the corner. “Are we moving or are we going to hang out here and discuss how evil my brother can be?” Marcus grinned unrepentantly and stepped around the corner, moving up the passage. Kyle touched Sorcha on the arm before she could move off. “Listen Sorcha, I know I’m not your favorite person right now, and I know your are more stubborn than any woman has a right to be. But I can see you aren’t feeling well. Please tell me honestly. Are you okay?” Sorcha’s heart melted at the concern on his face, and as for his claim that he wasn’t her favorite person – hell he was far more than her favorite person. She reached up a hand to lay her palm against his cheek. “I’m okay, it’s a little nausea from the evil of this place. I’ll deal with it, please don’t worry.” “You’ll tell me if you are feeling too sick to handle it?” She smiled at him wanting to tell him right then and there that she loved him more than she’d ever thought she’d love another person, but she didn’t. All she did was nod and move off to follow the others. Marcus hissed and put his back against the wall, he had just leaned out around a corner to see what was ahead and what he saw wasn’t what he bargained for. He motioned the others to follow him a way down the passage then bent into the group as they formed a circle around him. He spoke in a fierce whisper. “It’s a meeting room of some sort, but, and here’s the kicker, its filled to capacity with every fucking demon in the place.” “Raven?” Sorcha asked quietly. “Yeah, she’s up on a dais with that Nespan dude, he seems to be making a speech.” “He must have either gotten enough of his elixir or he is close enough to start rallying the troops.” Cyan said. “What’s the plan?” Crimson looked at Marcus and Kyle. They were the senior Omega in the group, it was their call. “We go in weapons hot.” Kyle shrugged. “Take out as many of them as we can, but Nespan and Raven are our primary targets, so get to them and get to them fast.” Marcus nodded his agreement. “You cut off a snakes head…” “…and it still wiggles.” Cyan said darkly. “Yeah, but it can’t bite.” Marcus flashed a smile. “You lot ready?” He looked at Sorcha. She unconsciously touched the wide belt that held her throwing knives. “As ready as I’m going to get.” “Let go kick some demon ass.” Marcus grinned. “A demon could take offence to your racism.” Sable arched a brow. “A demon could – but my ass wouldn’t be half as much fun to kick as some demon ass.” Marcus grinned unrepentantly and walked off. “He has a point.” Crimson shrugged his shoulders with a grin, before following Marcus. Cyan laughed quietly and patted his brother on the back. “Don’t worry Sab, you can beat him for it later.” Marcus waited for them to join him at the door, when they were all close he held up the last three fingers of his hand then lowered them into his fist one by one counting down. When his fist closed the group stormed into the room, yelling battle cries and doing their best to throw the enemy into confusion. It worked. The demons didn’t know what hit them and the Mythos were cutting a swath through the demons before any of them realized they were truly under attack. The group moved through the demons in a wave of beautiful destruction. Sorcha’s blades bit into demons one after the other, Kyle close at her back making sure no one got near enough to hurt her. Fenn’s gun rocketed adding to the sound of chaos surrounding them. His deadly aim and blessed bullets turned demon after demon into twitching pulp. Cyan grabbed a demon by the shirt then turned into a water sprout completely enveloping the demon and drowning it. His water had the same effect as Sable’s smoke, turning the demon into an oozing puddle of corruption. Sorcha heard the feminine shriek of indignation over the sounds of war around her. She turned to look in the direction the sound had come from and spotted Raven. She pointed a finger at Sorcha and screamed. “You BITCH! I’ll kill you for this.” “You don’t have the power to touch me Raven.” Sorcha said in a normal tone, but Raven heard Sorcha and her face mottled scarlet with rage. “Lets see you fight if he’s taken away from you.” Sorcha didn’t understand what Raven meant until the bitch made a claw of her hand and raked it through the air. Kyle screamed as claw shaped furrows ran up his leg and side scoring him down to the bone. He collapsed down onto his knees. He’d been in enough fights to know how to deal with pain but damn it felt like someone was cutting him with a lava torch and poring hot sauce into the open wounds. “Kyle!” Sorcha was terrified that Raven would rip him to pieces. She couldn’t let him die, Sorcha turned toward the woman on the dais and thrust her hand forward. Sorcha was expecting a wave of energy to blast Raven off her feet but as she thrust her hands forward a leopard jumped into existence between her out stretched hands. It was hazy and indistinct but real enough that several of the Mythos and demons fighting around her stopped and watched the cat sprint toward Raven. Then Sorcha saw something that amazed her even more. Running full tilt right behind the Leopard was a cub. A leopard cub. What the hell? Sorcha watched the cub sprint behind the large leopard and felt her stomach contract. Why was she producing a leopard never mind a leopard cub? “Spirit cat.” Sable said right behind her. “What?” “You have lycos powers just not enough to have an animal form, that is a spirit cat. Call the cub back before your daughter gets hurt.” “My daughter?” “Do it Sorcha.” Marcus had cleared a path to Kyle, lying unconscious on the floor. “You’ll never forgive yourself if she gets hurt.” “How?” Sorcha was confused and flustered. Sable grabbed Sorcha’s arms from behind pressing his chest into her back and poured his power through her, grabbing hers and pulling at the cub to bring her back. The cub didn’t like being pulled back. She let out a fears kittenish roar but flowed back into Sorcha’s body. The spirit leopard launched itself at Raven with a blood-curdling roar and landed with its massive paws on the Psy’s chest. Raven let out a scream as she collapsed under the big cat. Sorcha ignored the drama unfolding and dropped to her knees next to Kyle. “He’ll be fine. He’s lost a lot of blood and he’s in shock, but he should be fine.” Marcus assured her. Sorcha nodded grateful that Kyle would be okay, his whole side was laid open she could see his ribs through his broken skin. Even with his phenomenal healing it would take a while for him to heal that wound. Assured that Kyle was okay Sorcha’s mind flew to the cub. “Your daughter.” Sable’s words echoed though her mind. “Oh my god, I’m pregnant?” She didn’t realize she’d said it out loud until Marcus laughed and said. “Yeah and it looks like you are going to have your hands full with that little girl, she’s a wild one.” “But how is that…” She looked down at Kyle. “We only just… That’s not normal, she should still be a couple of cells.” “Since when have you been normal Sorcha? You or Kyle? He’s a resurrected ghost with power bestowed by a god and you are a Walker Psy with Lycos abilities. ” Marcus pointed out. “She might be couple of cells but she’s a powerful couple of cells.” He spun without saying anything more and killed the demon that had been trying to sneak up on them. Sorcha was distracted when Sable smiled and said. “Good boy Cyan.” She turned to look at the dais. Nespan was trying to pull the stopper out of a little vile of green fluid. He didn’t get to because Cyan was suddenly surrounding the demon with his waterspout. Sorcha head Nespan scream as Cyan sent his ass back to hell. “Where is Raven?” Sorcha asked rising to her feet. “I’m here bitch and you are dead.” Raven waved her hand and Sorcha felt a wave of energy rip through her, stealing her breath. Sorcha focused about to blast Raven but then remembered the little cub that had decided to declare war on the demons last time Sorcha had tried that, and it made her hesitate. Then Sorcha heard her spirit cat roar and come pounding from across the room. Panic filled Raven’s eyes and her expression hardened. Sorcha knew she was dead, Raven knew she had to kill her now and Sorcha was powerless to stop her.

Chapter Thirty Seven - word count 2185 - Dowload PDF

37.
      The hunt demon trembled on his knees before one of Lucifer’s sons.  Of Hell’s princes Sable was the most dangerous, and the last one you wanted to cross.  He’d inherited more of his father than the others, and he could smile as soon as kill you.  The hunt demon didn’t know any demon who’d ever seen Sable smile, and he suspected that those that had seen the prince smile didn’t live to tell about it.
      “The Psy, my lord, Nespan is using the captured Psy to drain energy from humans.”
      “You are not telling me anything I didn’t know demon.”  Sable’s voice made the hunt demon break out in a fresh wave of shivering.  There was a promise of pain and torture in the prince’s voice.
      “Wait my lord.”  The demon held up his hands in supplication.  “I will tell you all of it, just let me get my head straight.”
      “Continue.”  Sable crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall in a deceptively nonchalant stance.
      “The energy the Psy have drained from the humans has been converted into some from of elixir – I’m not sure of all the facts, my lord, I’m telling you what I’ve heard from demons closer to Nespan.”  The demon spoke in a rush hoping to placate Sable with the information.  “The word is he plans on drinking the elixir before challenging the great lord.  He believes it will give him immense power.”
      “Enough power to take the throne from my father?”  Sable couldn’t hide the disbelief in his voice.
      “That is what the demons are saying my lord.  He only needs a little more to have enough to challenge the dark lord.”
      “How many demons are in this fortress.”  Sable asked.
      “Fifty my lord.  Scattered through the place.”
      “And the Psy Raven?”
      The hunt demon shuddered.  “She is insane my lord, I’ve seen twisted, she tops them all.  She has rooms on the upper floor and tortures demons for fun.”
      Sable nodded absorbing the information.  “Very well, up have been useful.  I’m sure my father will appreciate it.”  Sable shot his hand forward pushing smoke down the demons throat to send the creature back to hell.   Sable ignored the demons screams and pleas.  Sable had no pity for hell’s spawn, they’d never had any on him.  The demon had chosen a loosing side, and those that fought on the loosing side – well – lost.  Though he didn’t envy the demon its audience with Lucifer.
      Sable pushed the door open so the others could step through.  “Did you hear that?”
      “Yeah.”  Kyle twisted his mouth in disgust.  “Looks like we are going to have to take out the trash.”
      “Well lets get moving then.”  Marcus set off down the passage.

      Marcus took point leading them through the winding passages of the fortress.  The place was a dump, the stone walls damn and musty.  “Why do the bad guys always stay in shit holes?”  He muttered under his breath as they reached a corner.  Marcus could hear the sound of booted feet.  One set of footsteps, it must be a guard.  He held up a hand to stop the others, listening as the feet came closer.
      The demon wasn’t paying attention, he stepped past the corner and was down on the floor and pinned by Marcus before he could utter a word.
      Sable stepped forward and used his smoke to turn the demon into a decomposing pile of goo.
      “That sends them back to hell?”  Kyle asked, suppressing a shudder at the smell.
      “Yes, it robs them of their body and their souls are sent back to my fathers domain.  Since they come in bodiless and he can sense they are demons they garner his instant interest.”  Sable spoke then laughed darkly.
      “Remind me not to piss you off.”  Marcus frowned then smiled.  “Oh wait – I’m not a demon.”
      “I still wouldn’t piss him off.”  Cyan spoke.  “He’s got some pretty scary powers.”  Cyan moved past Marcus to look around the corner.  “Are we moving or are we going to hang out here and discuss how evil my brother can be?”
      Marcus grinned unrepentantly and stepped around the corner, moving up the passage.
      Kyle touched Sorcha on the arm before she could move off.  “Listen Sorcha, I know I’m not your favorite person right now, and I know your are more stubborn than any woman has a right to be.  But I can see you aren’t feeling well.  Please tell me honestly.  Are you okay?”
      Sorcha’s heart melted at the concern on his face, and as for his claim that he wasn’t her favorite person – hell he was far more than her favorite person.  She reached up a hand to lay her palm against his cheek.
      “I’m okay, it’s a little nausea from the evil of this place.  I’ll deal with it, please don’t worry.”
      “You’ll tell me if you are feeling too sick to handle it?”
      She smiled at him wanting to tell him right then and there that she loved him more than she’d ever thought she’d love another person, but she didn’t.  All she did was nod and move off to follow the others.

      Marcus hissed and put his back against the wall, he had just leaned out around a corner to see what was ahead and what he saw wasn’t what he bargained for.
      He motioned the others to follow him a way down the passage then bent into the group as they formed a circle around him.  He spoke in a fierce whisper.
      “It’s a meeting room of some sort, but, and here’s the kicker, its filled to capacity with every fucking demon in the place.”
      “Raven?” Sorcha asked quietly.
      “Yeah, she’s up on a dais with that Nespan dude, he seems to be making a speech.”
      “He must have either gotten enough of his elixir or he is close enough to start rallying the troops.”  Cyan said.
      “What’s the plan?”  Crimson looked at Marcus and Kyle.  They were the senior Omega in the group, it was their call.
      “We go in weapons hot.”  Kyle shrugged.  “Take out as many of them as we can, but Nespan and Raven are our primary targets, so get to them and get to them fast.”
      Marcus nodded his agreement.  “You cut off a snakes head…”
      “…and it still wiggles.”  Cyan said darkly.
      “Yeah, but it can’t bite.”  Marcus flashed a smile.  “You lot ready?”  He looked at Sorcha.  She unconsciously touched the wide belt that held her throwing knives.
      “As ready as I’m going to get.”
      “Let go kick some demon ass.”  Marcus grinned.
      “A demon could take offence to your racism.”  Sable arched a brow.
      “A demon could – but my ass wouldn’t be half as much fun to kick as some demon ass.”  Marcus grinned unrepentantly and walked off.
      “He has a point.”  Crimson shrugged his shoulders with a grin, before following Marcus.
      Cyan laughed quietly and patted his brother on the back.  “Don’t worry Sab, you can beat him for it later.”

      Marcus waited for them to join him at the door, when they were all close he held up the last three fingers of his hand then lowered them into his fist one by one counting down.
      When his fist closed the group stormed into the room, yelling battle cries and doing their best to throw the enemy into confusion.  It worked.  The demons didn’t know what hit them and the Mythos were cutting a swath through the demons before any of them realized they were truly under attack.
      The group moved through the demons in a wave of beautiful destruction.  Sorcha’s blades bit into demons one after the other, Kyle close at her back making sure no one got near enough to hurt her.
      Fenn’s gun rocketed adding to the sound of chaos surrounding them.  His deadly aim and blessed bullets turned demon after demon into twitching pulp.
      Cyan grabbed a demon by the shirt then turned into a water sprout completely enveloping the demon and drowning it.  His water had the same effect as Sable’s smoke, turning the demon into an oozing puddle of corruption.
      Sorcha heard the feminine shriek of indignation over the sounds of war around her.  She turned to look in the direction the sound had come from and spotted Raven.
      She pointed a finger at Sorcha and screamed.  “You BITCH!  I’ll kill you for this.”
      “You don’t have the power to touch me Raven.”  Sorcha said in a normal tone, but Raven heard Sorcha and her face mottled scarlet with rage.  “Lets see you fight if he’s taken away from you.”
      Sorcha didn’t understand what Raven meant until the bitch made a claw of her hand and raked it through the air.  Kyle screamed as claw shaped furrows ran up his leg and side scoring him down to the bone.  He collapsed down onto his knees.  He’d been in enough fights to know how to deal with pain but damn it felt like someone was cutting him with a lava torch and poring hot sauce into the open wounds.
      “Kyle!”  Sorcha was terrified that Raven would rip him to pieces.  She couldn’t let him die, Sorcha turned toward the woman on the dais and thrust her hand forward.  Sorcha was expecting a wave of energy to blast Raven off her feet but as she thrust her hands forward a leopard jumped into existence between her out stretched hands.
      It was hazy and indistinct but real enough that several of the Mythos and demons fighting around her stopped and watched the cat sprint toward Raven.  Then Sorcha saw something that amazed her even more.  Running full tilt right behind the Leopard was a cub.  A leopard cub.
      What the hell?
      Sorcha watched the cub sprint behind the large leopard and felt her stomach contract.  Why was she producing a leopard never mind a leopard cub?
      “Spirit cat.”  Sable said right behind her.
      “What?”
      “You have lycos powers just not enough to have an animal form, that is a spirit cat.  Call the cub back before your daughter gets hurt.”
      “My daughter?”
      “Do it Sorcha.”  Marcus had cleared a path to Kyle, lying unconscious on the floor.  “You’ll never forgive yourself if she gets hurt.”
      “How?”  Sorcha was confused and flustered.
      Sable grabbed Sorcha’s arms from behind pressing his chest into her back and poured his power through her, grabbing hers and pulling at the cub to bring her back.  The cub didn’t like being pulled back.  She let out a fears kittenish roar but flowed back into Sorcha’s body.
      The spirit leopard launched itself at Raven with a blood-curdling roar and landed with its massive paws on the Psy’s chest.  Raven let out a scream as she collapsed under the big cat.
      Sorcha ignored the drama unfolding and dropped to her knees next to Kyle.
      “He’ll be fine.  He’s lost a lot of blood and he’s in shock, but he should be fine.”  Marcus assured her.
      Sorcha nodded grateful that Kyle would be okay, his whole side was laid open she could see his ribs through his broken skin.  Even with his phenomenal healing it would take a while for him to heal that wound.  Assured that Kyle was okay Sorcha’s mind flew to the cub.
      “Your daughter.”
      Sable’s words echoed though her mind.
      “Oh my god, I’m pregnant?”  She didn’t realize she’d said it out loud until Marcus laughed and said.  “Yeah and it looks like you are going to have your hands full with that little girl, she’s a wild one.”
      “But how is that…”   She looked down at Kyle.  “We only just…  That’s not normal, she should still be a couple of cells.”
      “Since when have you been normal Sorcha? You or Kyle?  He’s a resurrected ghost with power bestowed by a god and you are a Walker Psy with Lycos abilities. ”  Marcus pointed out.  “She might be couple of cells but she’s a powerful couple of cells.”  He spun without saying anything more and killed the demon that had been trying to sneak up on them.
      Sorcha was distracted when Sable smiled and said.  “Good boy Cyan.”
      She turned to look at the dais.  Nespan was trying to pull the stopper out of a little vile of green fluid.  He didn’t get to because Cyan was suddenly surrounding the demon with his waterspout.  Sorcha head Nespan scream as Cyan sent his ass back to hell.
      “Where is Raven?”  Sorcha asked rising to her feet.
      “I’m here bitch and you are dead.”  Raven waved her hand and Sorcha felt a wave of energy rip through her, stealing her breath.  Sorcha focused about to blast Raven but then remembered the little cub that had decided to declare war on the demons last time Sorcha had tried that, and it made her hesitate.
      Then Sorcha heard her spirit cat roar and come pounding from across the room.
      Panic filled Raven’s eyes and her expression hardened.  Sorcha knew she was dead, Raven knew she had to kill her now and Sorcha was powerless to stop her.

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