“Get out!” Samael pointed to the window. “Now!”
The woman scurried over the ledge and out to safety.
As all of this was happening, my lovers gathered around me, and I shifted into my half-dragon form. My stomach rumbled, and I wished that I hadn't wasted Katila's heart. My burning stare lowered to the mangled organ, and my mouth started to water. It was only a little squished; that wouldn't change the flavor.
“Do you hear me?!” The goddess—who could only be Dhumorna—roared.
“Huh?” I looked up at her. “Oh, sorry; I was contemplating eating your son's heart. He was an evil bastard but that rarely taints the meat.”
Dhumorna screeched and rushed me.
The room exploded with magic and the clash of weapons. Re's sun magic flared out; the blast taking off one of Dhumorna's ears and all of her hair. Simultaneously, Dhumorna's blades sparked off my claws as I deflected some of her blows. Odin spear took care of another Dhumorna hand, and Trevor straight-up bit her last wrist; tearing her hand completely off. Dhumorna screamed and twirled; turning into a living Cuisinart.
We all backed away as she moved forward like the Tasmanian Devil. It seemed like a manic motion, but her weapons were positioned to do damage. Blood from the stump of her wrist sprayed out; splattering the walls and all of us. I may have opened my mouth for a little taste; waste not, want not.
Azrael swung his scythe into the goddess whirlwind and was knocked back by the sheer force of her gyrations. Samael—God's Wrath Made Flesh—swept forward; his wings opening with a crack of thunder and the angelic script on his cheek glowing pale green. Suddenly, eyes sprouted all over Samael's body, and every one of them focused on Dhumorna.
The air went thick with magic. If I'd still had hair on my arms, they would have stood on end. Sam's dozens of snake eyes were glowing; some of them right through his clothing (which is how I knew he was covered in the things). He was sending out some powerful snake-eye-juju. I was glad I wasn't the one on the receiving end of all those stares.
Dhumorna stopped spinning and stared at Samael transfixed. Sam smiled smugly and drew a wicked blade from his belt. We all stepped back to give him room to kill her; just in case he was about to do something else weird with those eyeballs. But as soon as Dhumorna was within his reach, she grinned evilly and lifted her three, uninjured arms. Samael's eyes widened in surprise; turning his whole body into an enormous expression of shock. He moved to stab her, but Dhumorna's blades were already descending, and it was three against one.
Suddenly, Dhumorna was knocked away; sent tumbling into the far wall with another body. They crashed apart, and a demoness stood to confront Dhumorna. The female demon was voluptuous and sexy, with long, red hair and bedroom eyes the color of young acorns. A massive pair of ebony horns spiraled back from her forehead and an even larger pair of wings swept up from her shoulders. She raised hands tipped in razor-sharp claws that were already dripping with her enemy's blood and licked them (I'm not the only one who likes a mid-fight snack).
“Sweet succubus; it's Lilith,” I whispered.
The Mother of Demons faced off with the Destroyer of Demons; the two women circling each other like gladiators in some kind of alien arena for MILFs (Mothers I'd like to fight). Samael started forward, but his wife slashed a hand at him; succinctly telling him to stay out of it.
“You went after my children,” Lilith hissed. “Big mistake, baldy.”
Yeah; Dhumorna's head was healing from the burns Re had given her, but it wasn't growing hair yet. The insult didn't seem to bother the Destroyer; this was a straight-up killer who couldn't care less how she looked so long as she won.
“Your people killed my husband,” Dhumorna growled. “And now, you've killed my son. You will die along with your friends, and then I will slaughter every last demon in existence. I will—”
Lilith cut Dhumorna off—literally. She sliced out with her claws and severed one of Dhumorna's arms; one of the good ones that still held a blade.
“You're the one who will be dying today,” Lilith declared. “But it will be slow. As slow as your son's death should have been.”
I grimaced at the Wolf, and he shrugged. Oh well, what was done, was done. Next time, we'd kill our enemy slower.
Lilith slashed again—the blow deflected by Dhumorna's blade—but she quickly followed up with a downward swing, and that one lopped off another of Dhumorna's arms.
“I'm going to cut you into pieces and dance over your body,” Lilith declared. “Isn't that what your people do? Dance over corpses? I've been waiting for a chance to try it. I hear it's all the rage.”
Dhumorna screeched and brought both of her remaining arms together—one of them hand-less—toward Lilith's throat. But the Mother of Demons was fast; she moved so quickly that I could barely track her. One second, she was before Dhumorna and the next, she was behind her. Slice; there went the last arm that held a dagger. Now, Dhumorna was down to one arm with a stump. At least her scalp had healed and there was a nice growth of stubble on her head.
I edged over to Katila and picked up his heart. This show was too good to watch without a snack. I started munching on the tenderized meat as I rejoined our group. Odin glanced at me and rolled his eyes, but the rest of the men were too fascinated by the fight to pay my eating habits any mind.
Dhumorna wasn't. She glanced over and saw me feasting on her son's heart and went wild. Dhumorna turned away
