Book 2: Chapter 93
Heidi
“I have never had to take a life with my magic…. I have never laid a curse; My life here was Peaceful… until Your men came. Your people hunt us for Nothing!” I hurled a fireball that he dodged with inhuman speed, and thankfully, I was fast enough to counter him.
“It is not a matter of If you will do the Dark Things…. Dark Witch, but When.” He said lifting his hands in the air, and looking to the sky. A barrier of light prevented me from stopping him as the gunfire flashed behind us. I didn’t know What to do other than hurl more magic… but nothing got to him. “It is but When. You vile Creeping Thing.”
“The only thing that Creeps is your stench!” I yelled, though my words were not English. I spoke in demonic, High demonic of my own accord.
I clashed with him, but it was more or less that I ran. The only thing I could do was dodge this man, who looked at me with steel blue eyes of pure hatred.
“You think yourself innocent, but I smelled the Scent OF NIGHT here the Day you claimed your power!” He charged, taking a swing at me with golden glowing hands. “I KNEW the wolves were here, but I would have left them be if not for your scent on the wind.”
“I AM innocent!” I snarled in demonic, and he laughed.
“Even now you speak the lounge of your master; let me deliver you unto him on golden flame.” He said saying an incantation in a language that made me fall to my knees.
I held my ears, feeling weakened, and John could not help me, as he fought someone else….
My familiar could not help me as he was fighting others, but he’d seen the ethereal glow of the man… He was a real priest… that they had one meant that they really were getting help from the church at one point, and he went rogue, not complying to the new order handed down by the Holy Seat… because of ME.
He ran at wolf’s speed, clawing at me, barely missing with brass knuckles that were shaped like bear pawed gauntlets over his fists. They glowed a golden glow, covered in a ring of prayers that floated around his hands….
He said nothing else as I dogged his punches, but the last swing would have gotten me if not for the staff of Gulteer…
“I know what I said, but you pick a fight with my witchling Gulriniel.” He said with a sneer. “What are you doing hiding among regular mortals?”
“As you are the First Witch… the First Priest is summoned. I have lived 20 lifetimes to find You again…. The Lord was right…. All I had to do was Wait, and you would come to Me.” He said glowing brighter, so much so that see-through wings were on his back temporarily.
“Oh, and that is supposed to scare me?” He asked summoning horns. He breathed hot ash, and around him were red flames of hell making the Sign of the Horned One in the grass. Nothing would ever grow there again. “As it was in the days of chaos, so too will I rain his unholy blight.”
“And you wonder why I am the throne in your side?” He yelled, and they clashed again.
They exploded with their energies on impact, and in my hands a small staff appeared in my hands. It too glowed red with incantations on in from the Horned One.
“I cannot do this alone, when you have a clear shot, Take IT.” He yelled, loosing an arm. He snarled, breaking fire that the priest, who was burned badly on the face, but it did not stop him.
“You all scar the earth with your Evil. Your existence is a Spit in my Lord’s face!” He screamed.
“Your people are Meat who became Too bold!” He roared in response, managing to smack him in the face with his staff, but with the glowing protection on the priest, it only was akin to a regular blow.
With unsteady hands I aimed the deadly weapon he’d given me, unable to keep up with them as they got faster and faster. It almost looked as if there were teleporting, until Gulteer choked him around the neck, holding him steady.
“Shoot!” He said grunting in pain. You could see him burring from touching the man, and I didn’t know what I was doing, but I figured to hold it like a gun and use it to shoot magic.
“I’ll Kill you….” I yelled.
“I don’t care.” He retorted.
With hesitant hands I shot through them both, leaving a bowling ball sized hole thought the middle of them. They fell, as the priest lost his glow, and Gulteer his horns.
“Now you see why I gave it to You… not Titafina.” He said coughing blood.
The boom stopped the fighting temporally… because in my hands was basically a bazooka… One that I slowly aimed at the remaining humans.
They dropped their fight, running, giving hiding wolves opportunities to capture and kill those who were left… at this point there were only four or five left.
The wail from Titafina made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and in her rage I could barely dodge the black flames that held no light… In darkness any in her way as she made it to her mate were vaporized. Grass, trees, and men were all turned to dust with her flightpath…
She spoke to him sweet words I could not understand, but she didn’t look at me with any hatred… for that I was grateful. “I knew he told you to do this… The only way to stop a Real priest is extreme measures like this…. But know your land holds a marker our magic Cannot Hide…”
There was silence at her words…. The Church would know where to find our pack because of me… and I don’t ever remember them Ever showing mercy to supernatural peoples.
“Check on your demon.” I heard faintly on the wind, having an unseen hand on my shoulder briefly, but when I looked there was no one there. It made me think to go look for my mate and familiar. John was fine, but Rahrraam… he didn’t look so good.
He’d been shot a few times, but what got him was the liquid silver. He spat blood and silver out his mouth, laid on his side…. He was in so much pain that I now felt as he could no longer hide it from me…. But by the glowing of his neck… it told me that for my sake he was withholding his side of the bond as best as he could. He held his hand over his heart, a major weak spot for demons…
“Mistress, return me to the Master.” He said weakly, though none could understand the giant goat demon but me.
“I don’t want to lose you…” I said quietly. “Also… I want to feel your wounds fully.” I protested.
“I will not see you as more that you suffer too. You are not weakness; there is nothing to Prove.” He wheezed.
“No… that isn’t it… I want to feel what you did for my people… I want to remember your scars… I want to remember what was done to you, to all who perished for killing’s sake.” I said angrily.
“If it is your wish, may you taste the bite of my dying breath.” He said letting go. His tattoos no longer glowed… and I felt his Agony. I did not scream, but I did cry bitter tears of black blood… I was to take care of him…. He was a gift, literally thrown into battle, willingly hurt for my sake.
John let me rest my head on his shoulder… he was shot too, and though he didn’t heal from it since it still bled, he wasn’t incapacitated on the ground like the others… The Lady gave him the gauntlets and her favor… he was probably immune to silver now.
I did the hardest thing I think I could ever do… I let him go. “Rest Rahrraam, my little rat.” I said quietly. I held his hand, feeling his grip weaken, and my pain subside… he no longer was, and I’d broken the contract of having him.
Should I ever receive another familiar, they would never be as honest as him….
I looked to see that Gulteer and his mate were gone, likely she’d used magic to take him somewhere to revive. He could not die being a Champion of the Horned One… and she shared his lifespan.
“We’ll bury him for you Heidi with the rest of the Warriors.” Said John.
“No… that is not what you do with a Demon; their bodies rise again, but with no soul within them… a measure made by the Horned One that so long as it’s in working enough condition to fight, that it will, even without a soul.” I said hesitating, but doing what I should have.
With my power, I caught him ablaze, that his body burned deep red flames. I shed no more tears, as there was a certain kind of numbness to losing him.
“It will be ok Heidi.” Said John
I said noting in return, feeling my cheeks become wet.
The flesh of his body became ash in the wind, and the dance they did as the left my sight made me curse those bitter waters that ran down my face… It was Weakness… I should feel as if I ruined my most expensive dress, or I broke my favorite pencil.… yet here I was showing the world and my creator my emotion. He was not Just a familiar, he was a kind of friend too… a bond not allowed, but one we had all the same.
Familiars are supposed to be tools and nothing more.
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