You son of a bitch, I’ll rip your dick off and shove it down your throat. But I couldn’t move.
Rian pointed the sword at my chest, steadying the blade on his forearm guard. “Let’s see just how hard to kill you are, boy.”
He stepped forward and thrust the sword at my throat. A simple kill-blow. Nothing fancy. For all his bullshit, Rian wasn’t retarded. When it came time to send somebody to Hell, he made sure he did it right, no messing around.
Little tongues of flame stretched off the sword, reaching for me. My brain started looping the sound of Mikal screaming as they dragged her to Hell.
I’d like to say I faced down death like a badass, with a snarl on my face and grim determination in my eye, but I didn’t. I flinched and shut my eyes like the pussy I am.
An explosion so bright that it lit up the insides of my eyelids ripped me off my knees and threw me through the air. I hit wood and rocks, then skidded across the ground. Vamp venom that smelled like human blood leaked out of my ears.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t sure what I was seeing. Everything was brownish-red and black. I blinked, trying to get the colors to make sense.
Then I caught sight of the moon directly overhead, coming out from behind swirling clouds. The sky was bleeding into it, turning the gray-white surface dark red. Bloody lightning flashed. The clouds burned away in a rain of sparks. The world caught on fire around me.
Godkiller
We grabbed the leg of the table that was still wet with our blood and bodily fluids and tossed it at the wall. It splintered.
Our footprints burned into the stairs as we ascended, leaving scorch marks in the wood. We reached for the door. It blew apart at our touch, shards of polished wood embedding themselves in the Dark Mansion’s walls. The carpet melted beneath our feet, and all around us the paint on the walls bubbled and cracked. The hallway ignited like it was made of tinder. Flames spread across the base trim, licked up the walls, and torched the ceiling. Burning chunks of drywall and beams rained down behind us as we stalked the hall of the Permanent Residence wing.
A foot soldier (Fatigues. Ashtaroth.) spun around, pointing his rifle at us. Bullets stung our flesh. We jerked his rifle away. The sling over his shoulder pulled him into our grasp. We grabbed his upper and lower jaws and ripped them apart. His earthly manifestation exploded into a swarm of black flies. The insects dropped out of the air, dead.
Another foot soldier (I don’t know his name, but he’s the one who tortured me. His name is Molech.) tried to run. We used the rifle like a club, struck him down. His skull crunched and he dropped to the floor, his legs still flailing. We tossed (Fatigues Ashtaroth)’s rifle aside—its barrel was melting in our grasp—and stepped onto Molech’s throat. His airway and spine crumbled under our feet and his body burst into another cloud of flies, all dropping dead from the heat.
Something black swooped toward us from above. We grabbed it out of the air. It screeched and beat its wings frantically. Its form flickered back and forth between a human boy and a crow faster and faster until its human skin began to melt. The crow feathers burst into flame. We dropped it. A coyote snarled and attacked us, but our fist snapped its jaw and threw it across the room. It lay on the floor, whimpering.
The foyer was already on fire. The remaining unbroken rafters fell around us as we headed for the South Entrance.
A female alpha ran toward us (Bitch-Alpha.), her tar-covered wings spread wide and dual scimitars flashing around her torso. When we batted her wrist aside, her manifestation exploded into a swarm of black flies. A moment later the pestilence fell out of the air. Her enforcer yelled and rushed at us, his rifle peppering our chest and face with hot lead. At the same time, a young man ran at us from behind. We grabbed the enforcer by his throat and the young man by his face. The young man’s body turned to ash in our hands. The enforcer was still screaming as he burst into a shower of dead insects.
The fighting that had surrounded us dissipated, and the efforts of every soul in the room turned toward us. Bullets, swords, knives, electricity, ice, water, and fire.
We drew it all in and expelled it in a flash of purple-white energy. The Dark Mansion exploded. The closest combatants to us were incinerated. Body parts, weapons, and building materials rained down for miles in every direction.
We stepped across the decimated threshold of the mansion, out into the world we were born to destroy. A thought sent blood-red lightning crackling across the sky, burning away the clouds. Droplets of liquid fire fell onto the summer’s scorched grass.
The moon did its best to hold back the darkness, shining its light down in bright silvers and whites. The moon of the God who had let the angels, the humans, and the other miscreations of this world (rape, ruin, torture, destroy—we were goodness and love and truth and they destroyed us) destroy us.
Yahweh. Elohim. Jehovah. God with us. (You did this. You let this happen.)
Slowly at first, then in a wave, our blood stained the moon and the sky, bathing the world in blacks and reds.
Tough
Someone next to me was choking.
It took me a second to realize hearing that meant my eardrums had repaired themselves. My right one had, anyway. The Destroyer blood-poison Rian had been talking about must’ve
