direction, I saw why she was in such a panic. Max laid dead, his head a few feet from his body. I looked back at her and saw the demon taking her head. She hadn’t even noticed his sword coming at her. She was fixated on reaching the slain Max. I also saw more in her eyes. I saw her love for him.
“I am trying. I will complete my divinity,” I whimpered, begging the voice for another chance.
I searched the battle and found Chax. Again, his head was taken and my hellhound roared. I could feel her pain, her loss, but what was worse than all of that, was the feeling of hopelessness.
“You will not succeed before this battle,” the child whispered back to me.
That was why I was feeling this emotion; because that is what was going to happen. We had no hope to survive this.
“There is always hope, Kasadya. You just need to look for it,” the child said again.
“Where! Where the hell should I look?!”
Tears were running down my face as Ballen approached my hellhound, who was pinned to the ground. I turned my head, unable to witness my own death again.
“Now look at the wall. What do you see?” the child asked suddenly, his voice coming from right beside me.
I jumped from surprise. I looked back, avoiding the death-laden scene, and fixed my eyes on the wall. Not just the wall, but the hole that was in the wall. From my vantage I couldn't really make out what was going on there, so I stood up and walked closer.
There, holding the hole open, were four objects. They were the blood relics. As I looked down, my face fell. Four priests lay dead inside the hole. They had His blood, and with the priests, they had His words.
So that is how they will get the wall open.
I looked between the relics and the priests, unable to find what I was supposed to find.
“I don’t-” I stopped dead.
On the other side, Luxuria stood with a grim face, watching my death taking place. Next to her was what I suspected, a demon prince; a puny, skinny demon prince. He turned towards her and said, “See sister, we told you they would not succeed.”
Luxuria did not answer him. Instead, she looked up, our eyes connecting immediately.
I'm missing something here.
“Only because you were lucky brother. They were very close to finding a way to stop you and Gluttire,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine.
Okay, so we were close, but it could not be the divinity. It had to be something else. My eyes traveled back to the battle scene. Ballen was returning with a huge smile.
The ass just killed me!
My hellhound laid dead, her head missing. Unsure why, I took a step closer. Standing right over her, I watched my dead form. My eyes roamed over her and I caught a glimpse of something in her hand.
Bending down, I saw that it was small ball with lights flashing out of them. They weren’t the balls that were used for the net. They were something else entirely.
“Can you see?” The child whispered again.
“Come on, Kasadya.” Chax’s voice sucked me out of the dream.
It was like he reached in and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me out of it. Screaming and kicking, I tried to fight him off. I needed more time to find the solution. But it didn't work. Grasping for air, I jumped up and hit Chax across the face.
“Ouch.” I rubbed my head and saw Chax doing the same.
“Damn it Chax! I was so close!” I was livid.
His eyes flashed to me and I sucked in a breath. He had a cut running from his left eye, over his nose, and down his right cheek. Without thinking, I reached out and gently touched it.
“What happened?” I smoothed my fingers over the cut.
“You stopped breathing. We almost lost you,” Chax replied with a pained look. We?
Only then did I notice Melissa and Maia, and behind them a room full of Archangels and Dominus Custose.
Oh crap.
They all had pained expressions, and I could only guess that I was responsible for it.
“How do you feel?” Chax asked, his eyes roaming over me.
I
“I am trying. I will complete my divinity,” I whimpered, begging the voice for another chance.
I searched the battle and found Chax. Again, his head was taken and my hellhound roared. I could feel her pain, her loss, but what was worse than all of that, was the feeling of hopelessness.
“You will not succeed before this battle,” the child whispered back to me.
That was why I was feeling this emotion; because that is what was going to happen. We had no hope to survive this.
“There is always hope, Kasadya. You just need to look for it,” the child said again.
“Where! Where the hell should I look?!”
Tears were running down my face as Ballen approached my hellhound, who was pinned to the ground. I turned my head, unable to witness my own death again.
“Now look at the wall. What do you see?” the child asked suddenly, his voice coming from right beside me.
I jumped from surprise. I looked back, avoiding the death-laden scene, and fixed my eyes on the wall. Not just the wall, but the hole that was in the wall. From my vantage I couldn't really make out what was going on there, so I stood up and walked closer.
There, holding the hole open, were four objects. They were the blood relics. As I looked down, my face fell. Four priests lay dead inside the hole. They had His blood, and with the priests, they had His words.
So that is how they will get the wall open.
I looked between the relics and the priests, unable to find what I was supposed to find.
“I don’t-” I stopped dead.
On the other side, Luxuria stood with a grim face, watching my death taking place. Next to her was what I suspected, a demon prince; a puny, skinny demon prince. He turned towards her and said, “See sister, we told you they would not succeed.”
Luxuria did not answer him. Instead, she looked up, our eyes connecting immediately.
I'm missing something here.
“Only because you were lucky brother. They were very close to finding a way to stop you and Gluttire,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine.
Okay, so we were close, but it could not be the divinity. It had to be something else. My eyes traveled back to the battle scene. Ballen was returning with a huge smile.
The ass just killed me!
My hellhound laid dead, her head missing. Unsure why, I took a step closer. Standing right over her, I watched my dead form. My eyes roamed over her and I caught a glimpse of something in her hand.
Bending down, I saw that it was small ball with lights flashing out of them. They weren’t the balls that were used for the net. They were something else entirely.
“Can you see?” The child whispered again.
“Come on, Kasadya.” Chax’s voice sucked me out of the dream.
It was like he reached in and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me out of it. Screaming and kicking, I tried to fight him off. I needed more time to find the solution. But it didn't work. Grasping for air, I jumped up and hit Chax across the face.
“Ouch.” I rubbed my head and saw Chax doing the same.
“Damn it Chax! I was so close!” I was livid.
His eyes flashed to me and I sucked in a breath. He had a cut running from his left eye, over his nose, and down his right cheek. Without thinking, I reached out and gently touched it.
“What happened?” I smoothed my fingers over the cut.
“You stopped breathing. We almost lost you,” Chax replied with a pained look. We?
Only then did I notice Melissa and Maia, and behind them a room full of Archangels and Dominus Custose.
Oh crap.
They all had pained expressions, and I could only guess that I was responsible for it.
“How do you feel?” Chax asked, his eyes roaming over me.
I
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