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I take Ash's hand and push myself close to him. "If you are lying to me, I'll never speak to you again," I say.
He says the next words so earnestly that I have to believe him. "I would never lie to you."
"We have to leave!" Heimdall shouts.
As Heimdall tries to take as much as the newspaper clippings as he can, as well as the detailed map, we're already running up the stairs. We're back on the first floor, but everything is different. Every exit and entrance is surrounded by souls wearing black cloaks. They are holding torches of purple flame, chanting some nightmarish incantation.
Words spin around my head like the rushing of wind, swirling into my eardrums, invading my thoughts. I can barely breathe, let alone see in front of me. It's total chaos.
And I can't take it anymore. I scream before collapsing. The last thing I see is Ash's strong eyes.
Can I trust them?
Fade to black.
Raven
Prince of the high demons. Lord of the high place. Whatever you want to call Beelzebub, he is something much different than Lucifer.
The father, the son, the Holy Spirit all have reflections. Doppelgängers that act as polar opposites of light.
From what I gather, Lucifer is like a key to a heavily guarded door. The most secret door that darkness offers.
Beelzebub, on the other hand, has access to the devil himself. He has full control of the souls of Hell. He is the only way the devil can surface and materialize in Earth.
I know this is a lot to take in, but I don't have the option of wishing it away. It's not like this is a book that can be closed. This is real life, and it's all exploding around me.
We thought we were up against one man: a fallen God who seemed powerless enough to defeat.
But now, our path is clearer than ever. We are up against a fucking army. No - we are up against a cult of demons, fucking bloodsuckers that want the world to crumble around our feet, exhuming the dead that gave their lives before us.
Worst of all is the question piercing my consciousness right now. Who is Ash, and what was his picture doing on that chalkboard?
I open my eyes, and we're laying in a farmer's field. Rows of corn surround us, and Ash's arms are coiled around me, protective and warm.
I want to trust him so fucking bad.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"Shh," he whispers. "Don't move. Don't even breathe."
I blink my eyes and suddenly hear and see the threats his tone alludes to. The people who were guarding the exits of the library are scouring the fields to find us. Shades of orange and purple light up the landscape, and their cackling voices scratch through the air.
No, everything is not okay. We are being hunted by demons. This is anything but what I expected to happen to me this year.
As their chaos gains ground on us, Loki crawls throug
h a section of the field and waves us forward. He is covered in sweat. I've never seen him like this before.
"Are we going to die?" I whisper.
"Please," Ash says. "Just breathe and believe in our cause. We're going to get through this. Just believe."
It's hard to believe him, but I manage to follow through the thin section of green and yellow corn. We stop only when another group cuts through the field, swaying the corn back and forth. The movement sends an alert throughout the area.
"Wait!" one of the demons yells.
One of the disciples sniffs wildly, clicking his teeth like a maniac only a few feet away from our bodies. He snarls, and his rancid breath sways into my nostrils, the stench of long-dead carcasses stewing in the summer heat.
