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“Oh look, you finally decided to join the party,” Wraith says.
“Motherfucking finally,” Knight grumbles, slamming his left foot into a demon’s face before spinning to sink his claws into another lesser-pride monster.
I chuckle, shaking my head. They’re more than capable of handling all the foes currently in the pit.
They’re just lazy.
I’m surprised neither is a sloth demon.
Wraith slams his fist into the head of a lesser demon that looks more beast than man.
Lesser demons are creatures from the bowels of Hell. They have some sentience, but not a lot. They’re mostly cannon fodder. They pledge to a higher-level demon in the Sin they were raised in and follow commands. That’s about the extent of their intelligence.
A jolt goes through my entire system as she calls for me. Okay, technically, she doesn’t know I exist, but she’s sleeping. It’s much earlier than normal.
My annoyance ratchets higher as Nero sends in an additional ten higher demons. He’s letting his pride get the better of him. He should know better.
It’s no matter.
I’m more than happy to remind him of who I am.
The smoky tendrils of my magic dance around the arena with purpose. They barely need to make physical contact to register each monster’s deepest nightmare.
The higher-level demons immediately attempt to shield their minds against my attack. Surprisingly, several are successful.
I catch Knight’s eyes and nod to two that will need to be dealt with separately. Wraith is engaging with another massive demon.
I’d like this to be over now. It’ll take me several additional minutes to get somewhere where I can reach her. I amp up their suffering, and the demons filling the pit hit their knees. The crowd goes wild for it. Some chant and others, who clearly bet against us, boo in response. I legitimately couldn’t give a fuck less what they think.
Nero crosses his arms over his chest and sends two more in. One is a neutralizer. The other is just a huge fucking beast with quill-like razors lining his back and sides. This night just keeps getting better and better.
I sigh, because I can already feel my hold on their minds failing. I glance down at my feet, really fucking grateful I wore boots.
“Let’s get on with it,” I grumble, lifting a hand and swiping it toward myself as the razor-covered asshole rushes me.
He lunges.
I run, sliding under his oversized frame and punching him in his soft underbelly. He continues right over the top of me, flicking his tail to ensure several of his quills become lodged in my leg. My jeans don’t have a chance at repelling them. They burn with a feeling similar to hellfire, except without the instant death.
I grunt, rolling to my feet. My eyes flick to my brethren, but they aren’t in any better shape.
The demon looks kind of similar to a dinosaur from the human realm as he barrels toward me on all fours.
Ali’s panic rises, but I don’t have the ability to reach her unless I can meditate. It clicks why Wraith and Knight are so damn determined to escape Hell and live in the human realm. My distraction allows the creature to tackle me. His huge form hits mine, and legs as thick as an elephant’s slam into my shoulders.
My back lands on the dirt floor of the ring as he tilts his head, attempting to impale me on his spikes. It’s ineffective as I slide down and shove my claws through his chest. My hand wraps around his still-beating heart. It’s a disgusting, squishy feeling combined with the vile scent of demon blood. It smells a bit like sulfur.
Ali’s misery ratchets higher, and that’s simply not okay with my system. I crave the fear and desperation of most creatures, but not her.
I toss the heart aside as my boots connect with the beast’s stomach. Kicking with all my strength sends the carcass flying. My leg burns as I pluck out the quills that made contact. Using my forearms and core, I push up to my feet.
“We need to make this quick,” I snarl as two more demons charge my way. They aren’t the real problem. I need to get my hands on that fucking neutralizer; end him, and the rest will be quick enough.
“Don’t act like we’re not doing exactly that,” Knight snaps.
“You just wait,” Wraith growls, slamming his boot into the chest of a gluttony demon. His arm wraps protectively around a wound to his chest. “Once we’re no longer in this pit, I’m reaping all your souls. Motherfucker, that hurts.”
I roll my eyes and get back to work.
