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I was thrown back from the force of the lid flying open and braced myself, knowing that I was going to smash into the wall behind me. But it never happened. I found myself in Noah’s arms instead.
“I told you not to open it,” he murmured.
My body shuddered uncontrollably in response to his hot breath against my ear.
“And I told you never to touch me again. Let go of me!” I said, shaking myself loose.
When he dropped his hands, I noticed he wasn’t looking at me, but over my shoulder. I on the other hand couldn’t help but notice the bulge in the front of his jeans, which only made me want to jump back into his arms.
Stop it,I told myself. It wasn’t happening.
The look on his face changed to one of horror.
I turned around and as silly as this may be, sounds of a harp being strum came from within the chest. But it wasn’t the soft melody that had us both standing there mesmerized. It was the glowing weapons that popped out and floated above it that did.
They hovered in mid-air, suspended by an invisible force. A sword with an intricate Devil’s head designed in the hilt, a gleaming staff adorned with mystic symbols, and a double stringed bow that seemed to hum with an ethereal power—all appeared as if conjured by magic.
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NOAH
“What in the world...” she murmured, reaching out to touch the floating weapons.
Before I could tell her to stay the hell a way from them, a voice filled the room, resonating with an otherworldly authority. “These are the weapons of destiny, forged in the fires of hell itself.”
The voice seemed to emanate from the weapons themselves, a disembodied presence that left no doubt as to their extraordinary nature.
“These weapons have chosen you,” the voice continued, addressing us both. “You are bound by the threads of destiny, and your paths are intertwined with the fate of this world.”
“Who is talking?” I asked, looking at her.
“Satan.”
I moved to stand beside her and stood there staring at them. Enchanted if you will, so much that I blurted out. “What the hell are we going to do with these?”
“Shhh.” Ava gaped at me, as if to say how dare I interrupt the master.
Folding my arms, I decided it was best to listen as he spoke. The weapons started descending from their ethereal suspension and clanged to the cabin's wooden floor. They gleamed with an inner radiance; their presence permeated an unmistakable sense of purpose and foreboding.
Ava went to pick up the sword and I started to open my mouth to tell her not to bother. There was no way she would be able to wield that around... but she soon proved me wrong. She picked that sucker up like it was a feather and tested its weight in one hand. I realized then that she wasn’t the shy, sweet innocent girl I was still in love with.
A scroll was thrown out from the chest as if there were a little man inside chucking it out before it snapped shut and disappeared into smoke. She retrieved it off the floor then unravelled it and silently began to read.
Her brows pulled together at what I could only imagine as unsettling news and I knew I had to break her away from it.
I cleared my throat. “Uh...Can I ask you a question?”
She shrugged. “If you must.”
“What exactly did you do in Hell?”
She looked at me as she tossed the parchment along with the sword onto the sofa. “You want the truth?”
I nodded. “Yes of course! I want to know everything you did down there.”
“I did Satan’s bidding,” she sighed, with a look of sadness on her beautiful face and I wanted to kiss it away. Because I instantly regretted asking her, I had a feeling I knew where this was going, and I wasn’t going to like it. “You don’t have to—”
“If he wanted someone to clean up the new arrivals, I did it. If he wanted his food cooked a certain way, I did it. If he wanted—”
