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When my eyes connect with Bumalin, he wears a wicked grin.
“It’s over,” Bumalin growls in delight.
This was a distraction. Bumalin needed to either kill me or keep me preoccupied long enough for the rest of them to get to the throne. And I allowed it to happen.
I don’t waste time ending Bumalin. The grizzly oaf will be easy enough to track down and torture. Right now, I have to stop Nolda.
Rushing from the room, I head in their direction, but I have the advantage. My castle is a fortress of hidden passages and portals that go from room to room. I push through the nearest and find myself on the backside of my throne. The room is still empty, so I utilize the element of surprise and prepare for an outnumbered battle.
“You’re far from outnumbered.”
I twist around in time to see Zeke, Michael, and Leeanna rush through the portal I just exited.
“We saw you,” Leeanna says, shrugging as though it should be obvious. “What are we up against?”
“Nolda has four high demons and a black witch. They’re coming to take the throne. We must stop them at all costs.”
“A ritual,” Leeanna snarls in disgust.
“They’re here,” Michael says, sounding far too calm for what’s to come.
The throne room doors burst open, and in stalks Nolda at the front. When he sees me and the angels at my back, he pauses.
“How...”
“This is my home, Nolda. You didn’t really think it would be that easy, did you?”
“I planned for you to be distracted. It’s not hard these days.” Nolda’s arrogance is maddening. He’s a low, scatterbrained demon. The fact he got this far in his quest is mind-boggling.
“Step aside. I’ll take care of this.” The black witch nearly pushes Nolda out of the way, stomping to the front of their pack.
My eyebrow lifts, but I don’t even bother to stand from my throne.
“You think you have power here, witch?” I flick my wrist and send her sailing into the doors she just came through. Her body crumples to the floor, and Nolda’s eyes widen.
“Get her up,” he screeches. “We need her.”
“It’s just you and me, Nolda. Let’s see who truly rules Hell.”
I stand, pulling my sword from its sheath and moving menacingly toward him.
The demons forget about the witch, all piling behind Nolda in a V formation.
I roll my eyes, trying to mask the worry building inside me. Nolda would be easy enough to kill, but to take him out with four high demons at his back, with any number of powers gifted from the black witch, is distressing.
But I won’t allow them to know that.
I jump forward, jabbing my sword in Nolda’s direction, but he sees it coming, and is able to step out of the way in time. We begin a duel, much like the one I was just in with Bumalin. Steel clashes together, sparks flying, both of our bodies twisting and turning to evade the other’s blade.
Nolda has been working on his form. He’s much more skilled than he’s ever been in the past, but he’s still not good enough for me.
I should stop toying with him and just get this over with, but a part of me wants to drag it out. A very big part of me wants to watch his expression turn from confidence to surprise to dread. I want to watch the color bleed from his face as I end his miserable existence.
My feet cross over each other as I move toward Nolda, backing him into a corner. My sword lifts above my head and I get the satisfaction of watching Nolda cower.
“You underestimated me, Nolda, and for that, you’ll die.”
I have no intentions of killing him. He needs to suffer. He needs to be made an example. I hit Nolda over the head and he drops to the ground.
