Page 58 of Fear the Fall
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I’m completely surrounded.Solis is with me and I’m powered up, but even I would have a hard time taking on this many demons. Demons who are at the mercy of one of Satan’s chief demons.
“Lucifer,” I scream, hoping he’ll come to my aid again.
“He can’t hear you, but feel free to scream all you want.” His eyes darken until they’re completely black. “I live off the fear. Run, little angel. The chase is my favorite part.”
His wicked sneer would typically garner one of my own. Egotistical demons are usually the easiest to take down, but I know that this time, that won’t be the case. This situation isn’t impossible, but it’s going to test my strength more than it’s been tested since falling.
Demons are notorious liars, so I disregard his warning and yell out for Lucifer again.
“Like I said, he can’t hear you.” He taps on a gaudy oval sapphire hanging around his neck.
“Witches.”
“Very powerful witches.”
“They’ll eventually turn on you. Witches have their own agenda. Always.”
He taps his chin like he’s contemplating my words, but soon, a Cheshire-cat grin spreads across his wickedly handsome glamoured face. “You aren’t wrong. It’s the coven leader’s heart in that box. I figured you’d like to eat the heart of the witch that single-handedly doomed Earth.”
I cringe. “Pass. But thank you.”
“Such manners,” he says, walking closer.
His hand shoots forward, and I crouch, but his action only causes the box to lift into the air and fly into his outstretched arms.
“We’re not going to waste a perfectly good heart.”
He puts the bloody organ to his mouth and inhales deeply before taking a bite out of it. I turn my head away in disgust.
“Between the power that Lucifer bestowed upon me and this charm, even Lucy himself won’t hear your call before you’re in my control.” I turn my head back to the demon.
“What do you want with me?”
“You’ll be one of my first—and favorite—trophies.”
“Since when do demons take angels as trophies?” I ask with a raised brow.
“Never. We don’t allow them to live.”
I throw my head back and laugh, because in all the wars of history between Heaven and Hell, there have been far more casualties of Hell than Heaven.
“You’re the exception because you’rehisangel. I’ll take his love and then his throne.”
I stop laughing, because there is so much wrong with that declaration. Starting with the obvious—there’s no love between Lucifer and me. Hate? Yes. Love? Hell no.
Liar.
“Get her, boys. But remember, not a hair is to be taken from her head.”
With that, they all crowd in around me. I’m in my fighting stance with Solis at the ready. The first demon steps forward, and it’s clear he’s already injured, by the way he drags his leg behind his body. They’re throwing their weakest links at me first to try to wear me out. Not a bad plan.
With one solid swing, his head is detached from his shoulders, and his body disintegrates before it even hits the ground.
“Who’s next?” I say, lifting my fingers in acome get itgesture.
This time the entire line of demons in front of me moves forward. I haven’t so much as broken a sweat, but the task ahead has me wishing it were already over.