Page 57 of The Magic of Eternity
My hands hit the ground and my feet came right after as I used my legs to launch myself, colliding with Asrael before he even saw me coming. By the stars, it was like hitting a wall of steel. It definitely knocked me a little dumb for a second as I bounced off of his ridiculously hard body.
“Fuck,” I groaned. My eyes widened a second before Asrael’s fists came down. I quickly rolled to the right, avoiding a smash that would have completely destroyed my pretty face. His hits kept coming, and I was rolling around along the ground looking like a fish out of water. I was beginning to sense a theme for all this fish business.
Speaking of which, where the fuck was my brother? We needed to team up and take all these fuckers out. He was probably off standing in a corner with black eyes, looking around like a creepy ass nightmare mage. I was gonna have to have a talk with him. Yeah, he was strong and he had all these powers, but so did everybody else. That didn’t mean you got to stand in the corner and look like a creep. We had business to take care of. Pain exploded through my shoulder as I moved a second too late, and Asrael’s iron fist collided with my arm.
“Faris!” Bram grabbed hold of me by my uninjured arm, dragging me back away from Asrael as Khol jumped in to distract him. “What the hell are you doing?!” he barked, getting in my face.
“He hurt you,” I said, like it should have been obvious what I was doing.
“Well, he hurt you too, you fool! You can’t just do stuff like that,” he said, exasperated. My fingertips trailed across the open wounds on his chest while I watched him struggle with his emotions. He was also sporting a hell of a black eye, and it just made him look all the sexier to me. Gods, I couldn’t wait for this battle to be over. I was hornier than hell. The need to fuck and be fucked was so strong right now that it was nearly killing me.
“Faris,” Bram whisper-shouted. “Why are you hard right now?!” I chanced a look down, and oh yeah, hard as a rock. Full mast. Land ho, mateys. There was no sinking this Titanic. “You’re calling it the Titanic now?”
“Nooo,” I said sheepishly.Oh shit, did I say that out loud?“Don’t worry about my dick right now. It’s your problem for later. Let’s end this.” I sank my fangs into my wrist, shredding the skin relatively painlessly. Bram stood there sputtering, like he’d never seen me do such a thing before—which was ridiculous because this is exactly the type of thing that I lived for. “Here,” I told him, shoving my wrist up to his mouth. “Suck it.”
He opened his mouth, probably to berate me or I don’t know, yell at me. Whatever bossy demon things he liked to spew my way. We didn’t have time for that, so I did us both a favor and just shoved my wrist right in his mouth.
My blood could heal him right now, which was exactly what we needed. I didn’t like the look of wounds on his body that I hadn’t put there myself. It was like another man marking what was mine. That couldn’t stand. Hmmm. With my anger renewed, I took my arm away, satisfied that the wounds were already starting to close on his chest. I turned my attention back to Asrael.
“I’m gonna fucking kill this asshole. Anyone touches you again, they die. Do you understand? Anyone.”
“Baby Fang, stop.” Bram grabbed my arm to halt my very near attempt to pounce on Asrael’s head from behind like a cat. “We need to be smart about this. Thank you for healing me, by the way. Why don’t you go check on the others real quick and see if anybody else needs help? You have a gift—you should use it.”
With my jaw clenched tightly, I darted my eyes between Asrael and Khol battling, to my big red-headed demon lover, to another demon who was scrambling to administer vaccines to other demons. I found it interesting though, that he wasn’t administering them to anybody’s dicks. Porn was really giving me some weird recommendations. First the pregnant lady stuff and now this. Never mind. I needed to focus.
“Okay, you’re right. I’ll go heal people, but I swear to the stars, if he touches you again... I’m going to rip his eyeballs out, I’m going to juggle them, and then I’m going to ping-pong those motherfuckers into another dimension.”
“Alright, psycho. Go.” Bram gave me a small smile, and I nearly swooned like a heartsick little goose. Here we were in the midst of a real battle. I’d already killed fifty other demons over the course of the last month, and now, here today I’d put down another ten.
Bram loved fighting just as much as I did. I could see the bloodlust in his eyes when he drank my blood. Oh boy.
“Okay, bye,” I said quickly before I could do something epically fucked up like just steal the man and have my wicked way with him. Sprinting across the platform, I used my legs to push myself off and flip, effectively landing like a human bowling ball, knocking out five demons. Thankfully, I avoided their horns. Those might’ve hurt.
Throwing my head back, I released the battle cry. “Long live King Bram!” I dipped and weaved through our enemies, kicking kneecaps and taking ball shots, and punching people in the throat. It was my life’s calling to be an assassin like this.
I wondered if this is what it felt like to be a hornet. You got them pissed off, then didn’t even see them coming, and wham! A world of pain. At least they had it coming. I smiled maniacally as cheers of “Long live King Bram!” resounded around me, getting louder and louder.
Asrael was pissed. I could hear him screaming and carrying on like a big ugly dragon demon baby. I’d had enough of his shit. Maybe if I could get him pissed off enough, he’d get distracted and then we’d have a chance. Yeah, that’s exactly what I was gonna do.
Throwing my head back once more, I decided to really up my game this time. “Asrael’s a bitch!” It took a minute, but soon everyone took up that battle cry, and I knew it was working. Asrael was practically throwing a temper tantrum up there now.
I focused my attention on finding wounded after that, getting them healed up and back on their feet. This wasn’t over yet, but hopefully, it would be soon and the casualties would be limited.
I was both the Grim Reaper and an angel of life.
Cam was already swallowed up by the crowd. I could still feel the lingering sensation of his lips against mine, his hands on me. Cam was my rock. He just had this way about him, of grounding me while still making me feel like I could fly. It was like he wanted to protect me, wanted to make sure I was safe, but he also made me feel capable of doing all that for myself. It was one of the things I loved most about him.
All around me, there were bodies lying with pools of blood around them. Some of the guards and demons who had joined our side were still groaning in pain, while others were completely still. I briefly wondered if I’d be able to heal them, and then I thought about Cam’s face when he’d begged me to stay put. So that was what I did. It was agony, knowing that maybe I could help but I was choosing not to. I didn’t want to be that kind of person.
My eyes scanned the courtyard once more, and I caught sight of Balor near the platform, injecting people to give them a leg-up over Asrael’s power.
Khol, Bram, several guards, and a few people from the servants’ wing were making progress in their fight against him. But still, he wasn’t going down. He was not an easy enemy to defeat, and I suspected that was because he was wielding some sort of power that was either diminishing the effects of other people’s magic or maybe strengthening his own. Possibly even providing some sort of forcefield around himself. Whatever it was, he was still looking incredibly strong while our army was starting to show signs of exhaustion.
Vaeryn and his dragons were making excellent work going after the archers who remained along the stone wall. There was another man fighting alongside Vaeryn now who looked strikingly similar to him. His brother then. Good, I was glad they’d found each other. All kinds of people had come together today for this. Including whoever these creepy dudes were wearing the masks. They were particularly violent, and I was thankful that they were on our side, because gods... the excitement they seemed to get out of killing just didn’t seem natural. I couldn’t even stand to watch, to be honest.
A scuffle on the platform had me turning my attention there again. Balor had gotten in the way of another fight and either tripped or been knocked down. I watched as he fell, and panic rose in my veins. I hoped that he wasn’t gravely injured—he was the only one here who’d shown me any kindness while I’d been imprisoned. Without him, who knew what would have become of me and my girls? Without Balor, I doubted that we would’ve had the army that we had today.
I stepped out from my hiding spot before I could even realize what was happening. I watched in slow motion as the vaccine he’d been gripping in his hand flew out and rolled a few times before coming to a stop. Balor didn’t get up. He wasn’t moving.
