Page 302 of Psycho Gods

Ice burst from my fingers and rose to greet his heat.

The lavender sunlight disappeared. Gray clouds rolled in and snow whipped furiously.

The blizzard had arrived.

“The day of wrath is here,” Orion sang loudly in his sweet, poisoned voice. White-blond hair floated alongside cherry blossoms. He winked over at me. “The day of wrath is upon us.”

Doors slammed open, and hundreds of infected poured out of the structures into the unforgiving snow.

Scorpius tipped his head back to the sky and bright light shot out from all three of his eyes.

The white flames above the infecteds’ heads flickered green, then midnight black.

Orion sang, “Your souls have been found lacking. You have committed a heinous crime against bodily autonomy. Redemption is not possible. You will be exterminated.”

I raised my ice staff.

Slammed it down onto the rocks.

CRACK.

Horse raised his wings wide and screamed into the storm.

Temperatures plummeted. Lower. Lower. Lower. Lower. Winds intensified.

Visibility was nonexistent, but I didn’t need my eyes to see.

I could feel the location of every infected person. Their souls were corrupted by the foul ungodly.

Scarlet flames leaped and rose higher off Malum, and his warmth cut through the ice storm. The twins stepped forward and stood beside the flaming king.

Malum spread his arms wide, and his heat sheltered all of us from my cold.

The ungodly weren’t so lucky.

The blizzard was merciless.

My limbs tingled with awareness—I could feel every flake of snow that covered the mountain plateau. It was rapturous. I was free.

I tipped my head back and laughed as the weather raged.

I was the storm.

The power was intoxicating.

I felt like a god.

The temperatures kept plummeting. The infected died from the un-survivable cold, then ungodly ripped from their carcasses. The monsters flailed helplessly as snow piled around them.

Colder. Colder. Colder.

Crack. I slammed my staff down on the rocks.

Just like the claws adorning my hands, the snowbanks covering the plateau turned razor-sharp.

Every snowflake transformed into a serrated blade.

Crack.