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I didn’t know what to do, so I just slumped to my knees, drawing in sharp breaths as Hadley and Diane collapsed besides me.
“Damn, takes it out of ya. That thing was strong,” Hadley gasped.
Only now did I realize she was in her pajamas, as was Diane.
A glance over my shoulder revealed the other students, with crossbows and normal bows, throwing knives, and shadowy looks. They were all in their pajamas as well.
“Why did he attack you?” Diane asked in the silence that had fallen. My four hellhounds wandered over and sniffed me, their scarlet eyes glittering as they checked on me.
They had thrown themselves to my defense, and I couldn’t be more grateful at their stupidity as I stroked their wolfish faces and thanked them one by one.
Creeper was the last one to check on me, hesitating before padding forward, crimson splatters drying in the fur on his chest and covering his snout.
“Thank you,” I whispered as he cautiously stepped before me.
He whined as I stroked his head and ears, not caring that Charlie’s blood drenched him.
That demon was a danger to us all. And he’d dealt with him as needed. I felt no remorse for him, or any hard feelings for Creeper.
“He said that he had a message for me,” I finally answered Diane as Dezikiel strode over, his wings withdrawing into his back, his white long-sleeved shirt shuffling with the movements.
“What message?” Dezikiel asked, his stoney gaze locked onto me.
“He said it was from Baal, a Prince of Hell. That they’re coming for me, and they won’t stop until I’m dead,” I relayed the message.
Dezikiel’s eyes flickered before a mask set over them, and he sighed.
“That is worrying. Especially being a daughter of a Prince of Hell,” he murmured as he glanced around the training area at the other students.
“I thought the High Council vetted the students they sent here. How could they have screwed up this bad?” Miss Sage hissed as she strode over in her black nightgown. Her face was taut and set in a grim line. She had a crossbow at her side, and I wondered which of the shots had been hers.
“How come none of the weapons had any affect on it except yours?” Mr. Baron asked as he hurried over in his baby blue pajama set, looking quite ruffled.
“The weapons we use at the Academy are demonic weapons, meant for demons. This thing, it was more than just a demon,” Dezikiel said.
An eerie quiet fell on all of us as I shivered and Diane bit her lip as she glanced at me.
My hellhounds were shifting back to men now, looking perplexed and pissed off all at once.
Jack looked like he was on the verge of marching into Hell himself and demanding to speak to the Princes for answers, while Bug looked uneasy. Chumley’s face was grim, and Creeper looked oddly calm, drenched in blood. But the fire that raged in his still red eyes told me he was anything but calm.
“What do you mean by that?” Miss Sage murmured as she glanced around at the crowd of students who had drawn closer. My men were unfazed by their nakedness around them all, and Diane and Hadley were clearly flicking their eyes everywhere else to avoid looking at them.
I couldn’t take the moment to appreciate them as Charlie’s words played over in my mind.
And then this demon creature had been stronger than our weapons. Weapons specifically designed to kill demons. What did Dezikiel mean by something more? What more could it be?
“I need to contact the High Council. Cornelius, Amelia, please come with me. Everyone else, thank you for your quick action against the creature. I think it is best for everyone to return to their rooms. I will fill everyone in over breakfast,” Dezikiel said, his voice booming out in the quiet night air.
I clambered to my feet amongst the unimpressed and uncertain murmurs of my fellow students, and I headed inside with Hadley and Diane, my hellhounds close behind.
The keepers shot by us, and I could only assume they were heading out to clean up Charlie.
I was surprised that his death didn’t even bother me in the slightest. No one else seemed too torn up by it either. I guess with a giant demon monster being summoned by him, no one felt bad for him.
But he’d seemed to mingle well with the others, just not my hellhounds and I.
“Why do you think the weapons barely worked on it?” Diane hissed as she gripped my arm softly.
