In agony he screams as the fire from her skin wraps his upper body in its embrace. He tries to let go and drop the Keeper from his grasp, but she has locked her arms around his refusing to let him release her. Looking down into her eyes, he sees the Holy fire of Heaven burning inside of her. With a last great heave he throws her back from him yelling in pain as some of the skin from his chest is peeled away from the intensity of her heat.
Elina lands easily on her feet after flipping away from the Mocker. She looks at the cauterized meat of his chest and smiles a deadly smile. “There is no fire hotter than that of God’s fury, Mocker!”
She does not see Alex running towards her as she motions and a powerful shield slams to the ground around them. All the sounds of the battle raging are shut off and Elina hears Alex run up behind her and Elina looks at him with fear.
“Alex!” Speaking to his mind, “This is not your battle! The Keepers need you outside to help stall those demons! You must follow the plan brother, it needs to work!”
“No! You can’t do this alone, sister! Let me help you! The angels will hold them and together we can beat this monster!”
Elina shakes her head at him, “No, Alex you have a different path! Go!” She hears a sword ring as it is pulled from a scabbard and turns to see the Mocker rushing at them.
With a quick swing she throws her obsidian sword up to meet the Mockers with a loud clash. Her feet are pushed into the hard broken ground from the impact of the blow. A quick glance tells her that Alex is moving around behind the Mocker to attack instead of getting out of the shield as she told him to!
“Damn teenagers!” she yells as the Mocker attacks her again.
‘GO, Alex!’ She yells, but he just shakes his head.
The sound of the sword impacts ring in the shield as she deflects the Mockers blows, keeping his attention away from Alex.
A fast slice of her sword and a deep bleeding wound opens up on the Mockers scarred chest. Instead of jumping back out of his range she stabs forward with her blade, stepping inside of his wild swing as he tries to behead her. It sinks to the hilt in his shoulder. The mocker drops to a knee and tries to grab Elina’s wrist as she kicks away from him pulling her bloodied sword with her.
Thinking he has an opening, Alex fires off an energy ball at the Mockers back yelling with victory as he sees one of the Mockers wings burn to cinder from the explosion. He runs forward to press his advantage just as the Mocker shoves his sword back and up from his kneeled position.
The blade slides into Alex’s stomach and out of his back in a moment of pure agony. It happens so fast he can’t even scream from the shock.
“I just got that wing back, boy!” the Mocker growls out.
Elina looks over the demons shoulder and Alex sees her scream his name but does not hear her over the roar in his own ears.
Rising up from his knees with death in his eyes the Mocker smiles at Elina and with a slow pull of his sword releases it from Alex’s tortured embrace. The young man falls to the ground behind him moaning in pain. The hard, thirsty ground begins soaking up the precious blood of the young keeper while he crawls to the edge of the shield.
The Mocker recognizes the raw fear and terror in her eyes as she looks at her injured brother. In a flash of movement he lunges forward, sinking the crimson soaked blade into her leg, opening the wound Nameed had healed. He jerks the sword from Elina’s leg with a vicious twist and she falls.
“Humans, you are so predictable. Your weakness is always the same,” he says, kicking her in the wounded leg. “Do you really think that I would make it that easy for you? Raphaim was a fool and because of him you survived boy, but I will not make that same mistake.”
He looks down at his wounded chest and rolls his back feeling the stump where his wing once was. His lust filled eyes return to Elina’s, “I need a little more of that delicious nectar, Elina! It is powerful!” His black tongue darts out across his cracked, burned lips.
As the Mocker steps forward, his jaw unhinges exposing needle sharp teeth intending to drain her dry.
She regains her senses enough to swing her sword around, attempting to stab him again.
He laughs blocking the weak un-aimed strike.
“You preach about faith,” he says blocking a blow from Elina when she leaps towards him, only to growl at her when she blocks him with her sword.
“You preach about submitting to Gods will,” he whips around kicking Elina away and advances on Alex to kick him in the back. He laughs as the boy rolls in agony.
Alex’s scream of pain is felt by Nameed outside of the shield. The fighting has been heavy with all of the demons coming in waves from the portal.
“Brothers, we must close this infernal door!” He projects his thoughts to his brothers fighting off the shadow walkers and they immediately react to the plan.
Uriel and Gabriel begin calling down lightning from the heavens. Each strike hits the portal in a thunderous crash, flattening the unfortunate demons surrounding it. Every bolt causes the doorway to flicker and become weaker.
The final bolt hits, deafening everybody in the area and the portal collapses in an explosion of sickening purple and black light.
The remaining horde roars out in hatred and turn to fight to their last.
Nameed calls to the Fist of God, “The Mocker is trapped. It is time to finish this!”
“ALEX!” Elina
