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WALKED THROUGH HELL
LUKE
The battle rages, as Nolda’s forces continue to push into Castle Morning Star.
My home.
The sound of metal crashing against metal reverberates through me, and I have to admit it awakens something menacing inside of me.
I live for the battle.
There is no part of me that delights in the death and destruction that comes after, but to be in the thick of the fight is a rush.
I swing around, bringing my blade down into the neck of a demon. Black blood sprays from the wound and I dodge to evade it. The demon falls to the floor and the ground opens up, swallowing it whole.
This is one of the reasons Morning Star was permitted to host this battle. Cleanup will be easier than the other alternatives.
My army could have pushed Nolda’s line back into the Hollow Hills, but I found it would be an even greater win on my own turf.
“Satan, behind you,” Lilith screeches, but it wasn’t necessary.
I knew the wolf was coming.
Rotating the blade in my hand, I thrust it back into the wolf’s eye, the subsequent howl and gurgle grating to my ears. I twist around with the blade still lodged in the wailing dog’s eye and yank it out, driving it into its spinal cord.Another down.
But it doesn’t matter. They keep coming. The sheer numbers are startling.
Have I really managed to lose favor with that many demons?
It’s really no wonder with this lot. They’re easily swayed. Whoever they feel will allow them privileges, they’ll side with. I was gone too long.
No matter. I have the loyalty of those that I trust implicitly. Those wrongly condemned. The fallen who deserve redemption.
If God is as merciful as he’d have others believe, he’ll grant it once this battle is won and humanity is saved.Not likely.
Azazel and Valafar fight side by side, making it look easy. They play games with the lesser demons, throwing their blades into the air to each other before finally offering the killing blow to the demons nearest to them.
Aza’s been a trusted advisor since the early days. I don’t know much about his story, but what I do know is that he doesn’t deserve to be in Hell. He’s a good guy, and because of that, he was never tortured or changed to look like the higher demons who are entirely evil.
He remains youthful and brawny. Through rigorous training, he’s one of the most skilled fighters I have on my side.
When he swings to the right, his long blond hair, tied at the nape of his neck, swings around, hitting Valafar in the face.
The dark-haired demon barks out a reprimand, holding his eye. “You idiot. I’ve gone blind.”
“Dear God, Valafar, pull yourself together. There’s another heading your way.”
Azazel points over Valafar’s shoulder and the high demon swings around, just in time to plant his blade into the chest of the charging vampire.
“Blind or not, I’ve still got better aim than you,” Valafar jests.
I roll my eyes at the show these two put on. It’s always like this. They fight like teenage girls but have each other’s backs—and mine when necessary.
More demons pile into the room, overwhelming our group here in the main hall.
“Azazel, fall back,” I shout, drawing them farther into the castle’s center.
“Satan, they’re lined up outside as far as the eye can see. What do we do?” Verin asks, sounding winded as he runs into the room.
