Page 60 of Psycho Gods

They were on our side now, enslaved fully by Sadie’s blood powers.

They led us forward.

Deeper.

Into the compound.

We followed the corridors into the structure. Their swords whooshed as they sliced through the air. Tension gradually released as we explored and didn’t find any more infected. The sprawling structure appeared to be mostly abandoned.

Our plan was overkill.

This is going to be an easy mission.

As soon as the positive thought flickered through my mind, shouts erupted, and infected appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Blue swords clashed.

Ink dripped off the demons and formed black swords as the angels unleashed their swords of ice.

Someone screamed as they went up in flames.

Daggers whistled through the air.

Crystal wings flapped.

An animal roared.

The kings disarmed the infected and ripped them apart with their bare hands; bones snapped as necks broke.

The twins were equally vicious.

There was a grotesque ripping sound followed by the splatter of water. I stumbled as a familiar, awful chittering sound echoed down the corridor.

It hadn’t been water.

It was blood.

The ungodly were here.

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I staggered tiredly as I rounded a corner, slipping on a patch of ice—a trail of cobalt spread beneath my feet and created a path behind me.

I had no idea why I was shedding ice, and I had seemingly no way to stop it.

For the millionth time, I concentrated and imagined the cold forming into an ice sword.

I slipped as more cobalt spread out beneath my feet.

No sword formed.

Frustration welled, and I wanted to scream. My gut told me this was yet another gift from my messed-up heritage.

Far away, a bear roared.

I stopped to listen, then turned and ran toward the sound.

The kings must be nearby, because the bond sickness hadn’t hit, but the compound was a confusing maze of corridors and hidden rooms. We’d explored most of them, but more kept popping up out of nowhere.

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